Pleasure Devil knew this very clearly.
As the Lord of the Blazing Hell,
although Orsaga bore the eye-catching title of Devil Master,
in truth,
he was not even a devil...
And even so,
in terms of actual status,
he was still the only being in the entire Nine-Layered Hell who could be considered Asmodeus's equal!
His status stood at the absolute pinnacle!
To Orsaga and Asmodeus,
everything here, including the other lords yet to be born, was merely a few minor embellishments to their lives...
In Orsaga and Asmodeus's past conversations,
this fact had been quite plainly,
and more than once,
revealed...
Even when these two beings spoke of genuine gods, their words were filled with indifference...
Therefore,
the clever Pleasure Devil understood deeply in her heart
that as long as Orsaga nodded and acknowledged her status, then even if she was somewhat lacking in strength and merit,
the lordship she had dreamed of would still be no problem!
And for a devil with an intense thirst for power, that possibility was simply an irresistible temptation!
Even knowing that she might be casually crushed to death by Orsaga for overestimating herself,
after weighing it over and over, she still chose to bravely make her move...
As she spoke,
to demonstrate her submission,
her hands kept reaching beneath Orsaga, while her intoxicating lips revealed an overtly seductive air...
Orsaga naturally had no intention of refusing.
After all,
with the goods delivered right to his door, he had no reason to refuse!
He was not that kind of demon!
Besides, to be honest, Orsaga and Asmodeus, those two irresponsible fellows, did not care at all who became the lords of the other layers of Hell.
Compared to that,
they cared more about whether the other party's rise to power would make things