My Mistress Is the Cutest: A Little Sugar

The underworld, at dawn.

The snake, its back aching, squeezed out from between the tightly wrapped arms of the woman in bed, wriggling its body as it came to the outer hall.

After regaining his human form and changing his clothes, he dared to return to the bedside to observe his owner Ereshkigal, sleeping with a face as beautiful as a blooming begonia.

Her soft, flowing blonde hair, her satisfied yet slightly smug expression, her pretty face that could be both happy and angry, her delicate body curled up like a child... everything about her seemed so beautiful.

In her sleep, Ereshkigal's nose wrinkled slightly, her lips parted slightly, and she murmured a few words incoherently. Her two half-open cherry lips were like alluring petals.

I really want to... give you a kiss.

But as the owner unintentionally rolled over, Samael, who was lost in his fantasies, suddenly came to his senses and realized that his cheek had unknowingly come within three inches of Ereshkigal.

Seeing those long, delicate eyelashes tremble slightly, the man hurriedly straightened up, suppressing his lustful thoughts, and sighed inwardly.

Indeed, snakes and humans have different perspectives and perceptions.

Because he already had a strong affection for Ereshkigal, the closer he got, the more easily he fell in love.

Especially after Ishtar demonstrated his power of love, both he and Ereshkigal retained some lingering desires and emotions.

"You... when did you come in?!"

Just as Samael's thoughts were drifting away, feeling relaxed and refreshed, the mistress of the underworld, who had just woken from a deep dream, changed her expression upon seeing the human-shaped figure standing by her bedside, and almost instinctively threw out a javelin.

"Just now, and I've already changed my clothes. I learned some basic human interaction skills in Uruk."

Samael blinked innocently, continuing to play dumb, before straightening up and changing the subject.

"Ereshkigal, we're going to the vicinity of the epicenter tomorrow to see if we can find anything. I was just thinking of waking you up."

Since the fate of the entire Mesopotamia was at stake, the Queen of the Underworld was wide awake. Forgetting about staying in bed, she hurriedly got up and prepared to fix her makeup.

However, as she saw her fair arms, delicate collarbones, long legs, and one round and perky buttock reflected in the mirror, Ereshkigal realized that she was only wearing two thin undergarments.

"Samael! Turn around!"

The goddess glared angrily at the humanoid pet that had barged into her bedroom and gave it a command.

"Oh..."

The ancient snake withdrew its admiring gaze and wisely turned its body to face the wall.

Then, a commotion arose behind him, but it never quieted down, and the muttered complaints became clearer and clearer.

"Hair crown... hair crown... where is the hair crown?"

"On the left, in the third row from the top, in the tenth cell, don't forget to click on the inscription outside the cell. This can refresh any filth that may be on the Hidden Crown."

Out of the corner of his eye, the ancient snake caught a glimpse of the figure struggling with the golden hair in its mouth, and heard increasingly anxious mutterings, so he kindly reminded him.

"I know without you telling me!"

Ereshkigal's pretty face tightened, and she hummed softly as she tiptoed to take out her hair crown and put it on.

They built the storage cabinets themselves, but the lady of the house seems a little unsure how to use them.

The ancient snake muttered to itself, but since the matter was already resolved, it continued to face the wall and wait.

It's just getting dressed, it shouldn't take long, right?

An hour later, Samael, who was facing the wall, had a twitching mouth.

The sounds of Ereshkigal rummaging through drawers and cabinets kept echoing in his ears, interspersed with the occasional noise of his owner bumping into a table corner and getting his hair caught.

"Earrings, there are still earrings."

"Why is my pendant gone too?"

"As for the earrings, the second pair from the left in the jewelry box by your bedside is the one you wore yesterday..."

"The pendant? You mean the chain with the gold skull decoration that I usually wear around my neck, right? I think you stuffed it into my cloak before we went into the bathroom, and I put it in the third and fourth compartments of the second row."

Even with Samael's reminder, Ereshkigal felt as if every corner of the room and every piece of furniture was against her.

Those jewelry and clothes that are usually obvious are now playing hide-and-seek with me.

The sight of her back, in particular, made her blood pressure rise and her heart pound wildly.

So, the more Ereshkigal searched, the more anxious she became, the angrier she got, and the more confused she became.

He must have hidden those things on purpose! He must be watching me make a fool of myself! He definitely is!

In short, it's all Samael's fault!

The owner, unable to bear it any longer, turned away angrily and gave up the fight in defeat.

"Samael! Turn around!"

Just over ten minutes later, with the help of the ancient snake, Ereshkigal, who had just finished dressing, nodded in satisfaction, and her gaze towards the guy behind her softened a bit.

"By the way, Ereshkigal, how did you store your things while I was gone? How come these cabinets look brand new?"

After finally serving the young lady and getting her dressed, Samael glanced at the brand-new Sumer- style furniture and couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

The lady of the house was deeply fond of Sumer literature, and in order to please her, the ancient serpent specifically consulted a ghost in the Spear Cage who had experience designing furniture for the Royal Palace Divine Tower.

Later, he and the enthusiastic Ereshkigal used gems and metals from the underworld to create these things and decorate the empty, Temple of Heat.

Those were a rich and fulfilling period.

However, the ancient serpent's reminiscence was quickly interrupted by a cold snort.

"Why are you asking so many questions! Aren't you leaving yet!"

A slightly embarrassed Ereshkigal's face was tense, her gaze darting away, and an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks.

Samael followed the mistress's somewhat paused gaze to the empty hall and the meticulously crafted table, and suddenly recalled the scene of following behind the mistress to pick up things, and was immediately at a loss for words.

You wouldn't just walk in and start taking off your clothes, leaving them scattered everywhere, and just leaving things wherever you want, would you?

So, this furniture has never been used since I left?

At this moment, Ereshkigal, with her exceptionally keen senses, noticed the strange gaze behind her. She immediately turned around, pinned Samael against the wall, and gave him a fierce order.

"Forget it! Forget everything that just happened!"

Samael nodded like a chick pecking at rice, not daring to further aggravate the owner's fragile self-esteem and intense sense of shame.

"No laughing!"

"I didn't laugh."

"You can't even think about it!"

The majestic Underworld Goddess, after a half-threat and half-warning gesture, hurriedly turned and ran towards the door, hoping to escape this scene that had greatly embarrassed her.

"Shoes! Shoes!"

"Ereshkigal, you're not wearing shoes yet!"

However, misfortune never comes singly. Just as Ereshkigal ran out of the bedroom, her humanoid pet and nanny, carrying golden combat boots, chased after her, shouting "Little Ereshkigal!"

Ereshkigal Lei sat in front of the stool, covering her face, feeling ashamed and indignant. Her earlobes were flushed red as she let Samael put her combat boots on.

Ugh! How embarrassing! I just want to die!

Samael, who was secretly observing his owner out of the corner of his eye, subtly curled up the corner of his lips.

Sure enough, my pet owner is the cutest.