She wrapped her arms around Sakura's waist and buried herself in those ample breasts. The memories inherited from her mother made her voice her desires like a normal child.
"I want... milk..."
"Ah!"
Her calm expression shattered, and a faint blush appeared on Sakura's face as well.
Milk!
That kind of thing...
Looking at Nayuta's adorable little face and expectant gaze, Sakura sighed helplessly.
In an instant, her body structure changed.
Fine, it wasn't like this was the first time.
Nyarlathotep had enjoyed herself thoroughly back then.
The sensation of being suckled was strange, difficult to get used to.
So Sakura endured it now, keeping herself from making any strange sounds.
When she gave this child her memories, she had not stuffed in anything strange like Nyarlathotep had.
In every sense, Nayuta was an innocent child.
Perhaps it sounded strange, but although she was an existence born from the will of the world, Nayuta's essence was still that of a demon.
A truly, unimaginably enormous demon.
Her name was the Demon of the World!
Within Cave Heaven, Makima lay on the grass. The blood, the heart, and all those strange things had vanished.
Everything looked so peaceful.
Perhaps.
Belfast brought her a cup of black tea.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Makima. Lord Sakura isn't here right now."
Belfast spoke helplessly. She longed for Sakura's praise, yet the person from whom she wanted that praise was not here.
"She'll be back soon."
Makima said leisurely. She had already connected with the new Hell, enjoying the endless nourishment flowing back from it.
Her master was a madwoman. From the moment she had been dominated, Makima had understood that deeply.
But she had never expected her master to be insane to that extent, using her own body—a god's body—as the foundation of