Zhu Rong—there really was an audio recording of her. Hearing the Demon Lord's words, Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched.
Back when he had heard the Demon Lord mention capturing the Zhu Family head's younger sister, Chiyue An's ex-wife, he had suspected that an audio recording like this would surface sooner or later.
Sure enough, here it was.
I should record all these audio clips. Someday, I could release something like The Women the Demon Lord Slept With Over the Years or The Complete Collection of the Demon Lord's Lovers. It would probably sell like crazy on the black market.
After all, the women who had been involved with the Demon Lord back then had all become ladies of considerable status or favored daughters of heaven.
I could probably make a fortune, but doing that would be too immoral and would damage those women's reputations. Though none of the women who got involved with the Demon Lord were exactly good people, there were also those like Yin Ji, whose feelings had been deceived. Well, let's count her as having been deceived for now.
Faced with the Demon Lord's cold mockery, Zhu Rong did not respond, either because she was too humiliated to do so or because the activity was too intense to leave her any time to speak.
Listening to the rapid, muffled moans coming from her nose, Zhang Yuanqing suspected it was the latter.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" the Demon Lord sneered.
"Y-you bastard... you'll die a miserable death..." Zhu Rong panted as she gritted her teeth.
"When you led people to surround and attack me, you said the same thing. And now? Aren't you beneath me, dripping wet? If your dead companions knew that you sold yourself to stay alive, I wonder what they'd think."
"I'm enduring this humiliation