My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Liliana, you…"

Leon's body tensed instantly, his eyes widening as he focused on the scene before him.

Liliana stood by the window, framed by the twin moonlights of Miranda and Sylvia. Yet it wasn't the breathtaking view that left him stunned—it was the outfit she wore.

Liliana, who typically wore a loose black gown that highlighted her cold and regal demeanor, was now clad in a black maid outfit with a white apron draped in front—a sight that left Leon utterly astonished.

What made it even more astonishing was that this maid outfit didn't resemble the typical attire worn by maids. The skirt, which should have been long enough to cover her legs, was shockingly short, revealing her plump thighs and long, pale legs.

Furthermore, her usually flowing white hair was styled into a ponytail, accentuating her graceful neck and delicate collarbone.

The sight before him was utterly breathtaking—something Leon had never imagined. His heart raced, and he could feel the young blood in his veins boiling.

Liliana, noticing his stunned expression, allowed a faint, satisfied smile to play across her lips.

With that smile still in place, she began to walk toward him, her steps slow and graceful yet filled with an irresistible allure.

With each step, her huge breasts, snugly concealed in the maid outfit, bounced gently, creating a subtly erotic scene that would captivate anyone watching.

When she reached him, Liliana stopped and gazed at Leon with soft, tender eyes.

"Why are you so quiet? Does my appearance seem strange or unfitting?" Liliana asked with a faint smile as she gently adjusted the slightly disheveled collar of Leon's robe.

Hearing her words, Leon snapped out of his daze. Meeting her captivating red eyes, he felt a flicker of embarrassment but quickly concealed it.

"Ahem! What are you talking about? How could this look strange or unsuitable? You look incredibly stunning—so much so that it feels like a dream seeing you like this," Leon praised, his appreciative gaze sweeping over Liliana from head to toe, unable to hide his admiration.

His compliments were heartfelt and genuine. In that maid outfit, Liliana's feminine allure was so pronounced that any man who saw her would feel his heart race—and his pants tighten.

Moreover, comparing her usual cold and indifferent demeanor with the captivating charm she now displayed, Leon felt a striking contrast—one that was both undeniable and difficult to put into words.

Hence, if anyone claimed that Liliana didn't look stunning in this maid outfit, Leon was convinced they had to be gay.

No—he was confident that even a gay man would be entranced by her beauty and get back on the right path!

Liliana's heart swelled with warmth at his compliment, though she masked her delight behind the playful smile that danced on her lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, Leon—no, Master," Liliana said, tugging at the edges of her short skirt and bowing her head slightly toward him.

Leon was taken aback by her change in address and demeanor, gazing at her in astonishment.

"Master? Did you just call me Master?" He asked, his confusion evident as he pointed at her with his index finger, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Liliana's expression remained unchanged, but the blush that spread from the tip of her right ear to the tip of her left ear was impossible to conceal.

"Yes, I just called you Master. Is there something wrong with that?" She asked in a flirtatious tone, trying to hide the embarrassment that coursed through her.

"This…" Leon was left speechless, unsure how to respond to her words.

As the Demon Emperor of this era, Liliana was undeniably a figure of immense majesty and respect within the entire Demon race. Her position was so elevated and esteemed that it left no room for doubt.

Yet, here she was, wearing a revealing maid outfit and calling him Master, which left him utterly bewildered and uncertain of how to react.

Seeing the astonished look on Leon's face, Liliana's shyness gradually faded, replaced by a charming smile on her lips.

"I know you must be feeling quite confused right now, but I want you to relax and not overthink things," she said gently, stroking Leon's handsome face. "Tonight, you don't have to do anything; just let me take care of you."

Without waiting for Leon to respond, Liliana took his hand, led him inside, and locked the bedroom door.

She then guided him to the center of the room, where a soft sofa awaited, accompanied by a table laden with snacks and tea.

"Sit down," Liliana commanded, placing her hands on Leon's shoulders and gently urging him to take a seat.

Leon didn't resist; he allowed Liliana to do as she wished. However, the confusion and astonishment on his face only deepened.

Liliana's strange and unusual behavior sparked his curiosity, and he was eager to ask what was truly happening.

Yet, remembering her instruction not to overthink or ask too many questions, he held back his curiosity and decided to observe instead.

Once Leon was seated, Liliana moved behind him, resting her palms on his shoulders before gently but firmly massaging them.

"Does it feel good?" Liliana inquired, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

Leon was momentarily shocked by Liliana's unexpected massage; he hadn't realized she was even doing it!

However, his surprise quickly faded, and he nodded, a pleased smile blooming on his face.

"Of course, your massage is wonderful, Liliana. I never knew you had such a skill; it's quite surprising," he said with a light chuckle, causing Liliana's faint smile to widen even more.

"Well then, just relax, and I'll continue the massage a little longer," she replied, increasing the intensity of her touch.

Leon said nothing, simply nodding as he surrendered to Liliana's special massage.

After fifteen minutes, Liliana gradually decreased the intensity of her massage before finally stopping.

"How do you feel? Are you comfortable?" She asked, her tone hopeful.

Leon shifted in his seat, slightly surprised to discover that the soreness he had felt earlier had completely vanished.

With an appreciative smile, he turned his head slightly and nodded vigorously.

"I feel my body becoming lighter! Your massage is incredibly effective, Liliana!" Leon exclaimed, unable to hide his surprise.

While Liliana's massage was indeed excellent, he never expected the results to be this remarkable.

Had he known earlier, he would have certainly asked Liliana to massage him every night before their passionate evenings began!

Leon's praise undoubtedly made Liliana feel proud, but she concealed it, maintaining a faint smile on her lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master," Liliana remarked, a faint blush clearly visible on her lovely face.

Despite convincing herself not to feel embarrassed, her efforts seemed in vain, as her cheeks flushed every time she addressed Leon with that title.

Leon felt awkward hearing Liliana call him "Master," yet he couldn't shake an inexplicable sense of happiness at the same time.

Taking a deep breath to quell her embarrassment, Liliana moved to Leon's side.

"By the way, did you have dinner?" She asked.

Leon shook his head and replied, "No, I haven't."

Due to the incident with Athena, Leon's mind was consumed with finding a way to explain everything to Liliana, leaving no room for thoughts of dinner.

Smiling slightly, as if she had anticipated this, Liliana prepared a cup of tea for him and picked up a small plate with a piece of cake, gazing at Leon with tenderness.

"Since you haven't eaten yet, you can have this cake," she said, offering him the plate.

As Leon admired the delicious-looking cake, he nodded slightly and reached for it, only to be unexpectedly halted by Liliana, leaving him a bit taken aback.

Before he could fully process his surprise, an unforeseen scene unfolded.

Liliana, standing before him, suddenly settled her alluring, curvaceous buttocks onto his lap, tilting her body to the right.

Leaning against his chest, she held the cake with a fork and playfully poked it into his mouth.

"Open wide. Aaaa~" she whispered, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Leon: "..."