Bovina cpped her hands with almost childlike glee, the sound - mingling with the melodic chime of the bells at her breasts - echoing cheerfully against the hall's high vaulted ceilings.

  “Wonderful!” she cried, radiating an enthusiasm that felt completely at odds with the castle's dark reputation. “Since you’ve asked, that is exactly where we shall begin today’s lesson. Nothing motivates learning quite like understanding the power you serve!”

  She spun on her heel and moved toward the far end of the room with a dance-like step. Neko, still feeling a slight tremor in his legs and the irritating jingle of the bell on his tail, followed her.

  He took a moment to truly observe the hall where he would be spending the coming hours. It was a pce where austere, cssical schorship blended with a stifling, dizzying magic. The walls were draped with gargantuan maps - some depicting known realms, others pulsing with violet light to reveal the shifting currents of magical energy. In the corners stood brass globes that rotated on their own, their surfaces dispying throbbing veins of mana instead of continents.

  On high shelves reaching nearly to the ceiling rested hundreds of tomes. Some rustled quietly, their pages turning as if of their own accord, waiting for a reader. Hovering between the desks were levitating measuring instruments - strange, multi-armed compasses and crystal cubes emitting a soft glow.

  The entire space looked like the boratory of a brilliant alchemist crossed with a prestigious magical academy, though the aura of desire hanging in the air served as a constant reminder that this was still Lilith’s castle.

  Bovina approached a strange device positioned in the center of the hall. It resembled a brass lens mounted on a tripod, with a rge, polished crystal set in its center. The woman reached out and traced a complex magical sigil onto the stone's surface with her fingertip.

  Zzzzt!

  A low, humming sound pierced the air, and a beam of intense light shot from the crystal. It struck a massive white board that took up nearly the entire front wall of the room. Neko held his breath as an image of incredible sharpness began to form on the smooth surface.

  He saw Lilith. The Queen sat upon her massive bck throne, but her posture was far from official or stiff. She was sprawled against the backrest in an incredibly sexy and provocative pose; one leg, cd in a high, ced boot, rested carelessly on the armrest, exposing nearly her entire thigh from beneath the hem of her dark gown.

  Her other leg dangled freely, and her hand, with its long, painted nails, rested zily between her thighs, as if issuing a challenge to anyone who dared look at her. Her gaze in the image was magnetic - full of defiant confidence and a tempting dominance that sent a sudden rush of heat through Neko. He felt his small penis strain against the cage beneath his new, tight student outfit.

  Bovina stepped closer to the flickering image, the bells on her breasts ringing joyfully as she gestured toward the Queen's proud figure. She smiled radiantly, noticing how Neko almost automatically straightened up in his tight clothes, surrendering to the aura radiating from the projection.

  “I don't suppose I need to introduce this person to you, do I, sweetie?” she asked in an amused voice.

  Neko nodded quickly, the bell on his tail jingling in time with his nervousness.

  “Yes... Lady Lilith is the Demon Lord of Lust and the rightful owner of this castle,” he answered quietly, while images of the previous night immediately fshed through his mind, making his thoughts run hot.

  Bovina made a swift, elegant gesture with her fingers toward the crystal. The image of Lilith shrank instantly and moved to the very top of the board, taking the central pce in the hierarchy. A second ter, another image fred to life beneath it.

  Neko gasped sharply, his cat ears twitching violently as Elizabeth appeared on the wall.

  She looked majestic and terrifying. In the image, she wore shimmering bck armor that was strategically cut out to emphasize her feminine charms, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders like a shroud. She gripped a massive sword, and her red eyes, filled with maddening desire and pride, seemed to pierce right through Neko even from the projection.

  The boy felt an icy shiver run down his spine, noticing how different she looked compared to the st time he had seen her in her tex attire.

  “This is Elizabeth,” Bovina nodded toward the image. “Her official title is The Demon Queen’s Consorts. Besides her, our Mistress possesses five other wives, each of whom is equally powerful and unique.”

  Neko’s eyes went wide, his head starting to swim at the sheer scale of the power he was dealing with.

  “They occupy the second pce in the castle’s hierarchy,” Bovina continued, her cow tail flicking sharply. “Aside from Lady Lilith herself, no one else in the entire kingdom has the right to give them orders. Due to their incredible combat strength and high status, each of them is assigned her own key duties across our vast territories.”

  The teacher let out a soft sigh, adjusting the bell on her colr.

  “That is why you encounter them so rarely in the castle itself. Although they try to return to Lilith’s arms as often as possible, it all depends on the complicated political situation on the continent. They are our pilrs - warriors and administrators who maintain order where the Queen’s own presence isn't necessary.”

  Neko sat motionless in his chair, his fingers clenching the hem of his scandalously short skirt. The realization that Elizabeth, who had treated him so brutally before, was one of six such powerful beings made him feel even smaller and more defenseless than usual.

  Bovina again made a lithe movement with her fingers, and the giant image of Lilith along with Elizabeth’s portrait shrank obediently, making room for two new projections. Neko recognized both figures instantly, his tail twitching nervously and causing a soft jingle of his bell.

  “Next in the hierarchy are us, the Great Matrons of Sin ,” Bovina began, pointing to the images showing herself and Elene. “It is actually upon our shoulders that the daily functioning of the castle and the entire territory belonging to Lady Lilith rests. There are about a dozen of us, and each of us is responsible for a completely different area of operation.”

  The teacher pointed to the portrait of Elene, who looked even sterner in the image than in reality, holding a stack of documents sealed with blood-red wax.

  “Elene, as you’ve already noticed, doesn't have much patience. She is responsible for diplomatic retions and the administration of the entire castle. You could say she was stuck with the most annoying and exhausting role, which is why she can be... votile. As for me, my domain is schorship and education. I am the one who creates the curricu and establishes the rules by which we train our Mistress’s staff.”

  Neko blinked his rge cat eyes, his ears twitching in disbelief. “An... education program?” he mumbled, adjusting the tight colr of his new outfit.

  Bovina nodded, the bells on her breasts letting out a rhythmic sound.

  “Of course. Every person holding the rank of Senior Maid has an absolute obligation to be educated. They represent our Mistress to the outside world, manage smaller estates, and oversee territories. We cannot allow illiterate or uneducated people to hold such responsible positions. Remember, sweetie: without a proper education, you will never rise above the level of a common servant.”

  Neko swallowed hard. The prospect of being an "illiterate" in Bovina’s eyes was almost as depressing as standing naked before Elene.

  “Speaking of promotions,” Bovina continued, the image flickering again. “Just below us, the Great Matrons, are the Elite Maids.”

  A portrait of a woman appeared on the board, immediately catching Neko’s attention. She wore a maid outfit in a deep purple color, which featured sharp, leather trimmings resembling armor instead of ruffles. Her hair was silver, tied in a tight, high ponytail, and a delicate bck line like a tattoo pulsed with dark energy across her face. In her hand, she held a long silver chain ending in a spiked mace.

  “These are our ‘rapid response forces,’” Bovina ughed. “They are lethally effective, highly educated, and completely devoted. Every one of them dreams of one day taking our pce.”