Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

"Interesting, there are still people in this world who want to die?! But, I don't like to fulfill other people's wishes. You want to die..."

The Demon Lord sneered as he spoke, his tone full of warning and ridicule towards Yan Wenmo:

"I will not let you die. Not only will I not let you die, I will make you live, a life worse than death."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Wenmo with a bad look, reached out to touch her face, and sneered:

"Tell me, a hypocrite like you who appears to be righteous on the outside, if I let you wander around this demon sect in women's clothes, or even wear women's clothes to please me on my bed, do you think it is a humiliation?!"

If Yan Wenmo was really a man, forcing her to wear women's clothes and wander around in the Demon Sect would indeed be a humiliation, a humiliation that a man could be killed but not humiliated.

But she was a woman, therefore, she did not show any extra emotions. However, when she heard the words "serve in the arms of a loved one" and "please and fawn on her", the string called reason broke instantly.

It was as if countless maggots were crawling all over her body in an instant. Yan Wenmo's eyes were filled with fear and disgust. Her disbelieving and wide-open eyes pleased the Demon Lord so much that he actually raised his eyebrows and said:

"It seems that this trick works well against you."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a group of maids came in one after another. In their hands, the maids were holding various kinds of women's clothing, as if they had been prepared long ago.

Yan Wenmo subconsciously began to struggle, resisting the approach of those people. The reason for her resistance was not because she was afraid of the clothes, but because she was afraid of the words of pleasing and flattering on the bed.

After all, she would rather die than try to please a devil, a man who had killed her father and wanted to destroy her entire clan.

Anyway, in the current situation, she no longer has the right to kill the other person, and death is not necessarily painful for her, not to mention that the system said that she can come back.

It's just a temporary pain. After the pain is over, she will let the Demon Lord repay her a thousand times. However, her bottom line is that she will not give in even if she dies.

The Demon Lord seemed to enjoy seeing others helpless, struggling and humiliated in front of him, so the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

Yan Wenmo loosened her grip and fell heavily to the ground. She ignored the pain in her body and subconsciously wanted to escape, but she found that the doors and windows of the hall had been closed in an instant.

Yan Wenmo took out the Broken Moon Sword without hesitation and was about to make a move, but her neck was instantly grabbed by someone from behind. The person held her neck loosely, as if he could break it in the next second.

"Do you think... you can get out?"

There was the devil's whisper in his ears. Yan Wenmo gripped the sword tightly and turned around and swung without hesitation.

The sword hit the Demon Lord's shoulder blade, and blood flowed out, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain. He looked at Yan Wenmo's face and chuckled:

"You can't kill me like this"

As he spoke, he reached out for Yan Wenmo's Broken Moon Sword, intending to destroy her sword with magic, but found that the sword actually cut his palm.

He curled up a smile and looked at Yan Wenmo's face which was full of fear but inexplicably relieved. The Demon Lord exerted force again, but the Broken Moon Sword emitted a bright white light at this time, and then the white light instantly cut off his palm.

Like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, Yan Wenmo tightly grasped the Broken Moon Sword, and the Demon Lord looked at her face full of resistance and fear, and slowly raised his broken palm.

“It’s a really good sword.”

He said this as if he was talking about something extremely ordinary.

Then, he moved his severed hand, and the severed palm easily recovered again. He looked at Yan Wenmo, like a leopard playing with its prey, and said in a cold voice:

"But there will always be a time when you can't hold the sword"

This is true. There will always be a time when she can't hold the sword, and at that time she can only be slaughtered.

Yan Wenmo didn't like to give the decision-making power to others, so she pursed her lips, thought for a long time, took a deep breath, and said with a broken jar:

"In fact, we can discuss it. After all, we don't have to fight to the death at this moment, right?!"

Hearing this, the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at her with interest, and chuckled:

"You are the first one to talk to me about the conditions, so..."

Seeing this, Yan Wenmo interrupted him directly and said righteously:

"Promise me"

Being interrupted, the Demon Lord glanced at her and sneered:

"Do you think I would..."

In response to this, Yan Wenmo once again interrupted with integrity:

"Appreciate me"

The Demon Lord frowned and looked at her. She felt terrified, but she still spoke with gritted teeth:

"Your Majesty, I think your life is too dull and boring. Perhaps you could consider letting a righteous leader be the spice of your life and a little pet. It would be more fulfilling than humiliating him on the bed, right?!"

Well, she surrendered. She didn't want to die yet. If there was room for maneuver, she could try to survive. But if the Demon Lord insisted on pushing her bottom line, she would have no choice but to fight to the death.

Fortunately, her words seemed to arouse some interest in the Demon Lord, so he looked at Yan Wenmo with interest and chuckled:

"That's not impossible, but I'll give you your sword and you can wear women's clothes."

Without hesitation, Yan Wenmo threw the Broken Moon Sword to the Demon Lord. As if he was afraid that the Demon Lord would go back on his word, he pointed to a maid who brought women's clothes and put them on him.

The Demon Lord looked at her like this, sneered, and said sarcastically:

"I thought you were so strong-willed?!"

Yan Wenmo paused while putting on his clothes, and then muttered to himself:

"How much is backbone worth? As long as Your Majesty needs it, backbone can be gone."

As she spoke, she did not look at the Demon Lord, but instead looked at the clothes in front of her and asked:

"Besides, if I refuse, will Your Majesty not let me wear it?!"

"will not"

The Demon Lord answered very briskly, with a hint of arrogance in his tone:

"Even if you really want to commit suicide, I will make you wear women's clothes and let you die in public with your eyes open."

The words of the Demon Lord made Yan Wenmo grit his teeth, but he forced himself to calm down and said:

“So why should I make it difficult for myself?”

Seeing that she was very sensible, the Demon Lord did not waste his words on humiliating her. Instead, he held the Broken Moon Sword in his hand. He glanced at the nondescript Yan Wenmo in front of him and said in a very good mood:

"Well, I wish you a pleasant stay in the Demon Cult. Don't forget, now... you are my pet."

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo took a deep breath, clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, and the cold light in her eyes grew more and more intense.

"Will take revenge"

Yan Wenmo said to himself:

"Every humiliation, every hatred, every trampling you have bestowed upon me, I will retaliate one by one."

Wearing women's clothes didn't seem so difficult to accept, at least when one was willing to do so. Therefore, Yan Wenmo asked the maid to turn her back and took off her clothes one by one until she was down to her inner clothes.

She should be thankful that at least the clothes sent by the Demon Lord were of common styles in the capital, and were often worn by the ladies of wealthy families. Therefore, she would not have to wear anything too revealing.

Perhaps because she hadn't worn women's clothes for ten years, her movements became unfamiliar. She took a lot of effort to put on her clothes. Then, in front of her appeared a maid holding a makeup box.

If you want to humiliate someone, you must humiliate them to the end. Yan Wenmo looked at the maid kneeling on the ground with an expressionless face. He was silent for a long time before he asked in a hoarse voice, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"Does it have to be this way?!"

Upon hearing this, the maid lowered her head, held the makeup box, and said softly:

"Please have mercy, girl"

Oh, girl, although there is a system cover-up, what they saw was clearly a man, but she said, please have mercy on me.

Killing someone and destroying their heart?! It doesn't matter. I'm already lying down, but why do I still feel angry in my heart?

Taking a deep breath, Yan Wenmo tried her best to hold back her emotions. She let the nails pierce her flesh and cause blood to flow.

Yan Wenmo closed his eyes and said with gritted teeth:

"In that case, then come on"

As she said this, she sat down on a chair brought by another maid in a huff, allowing people to smear paint on her face and mess with her hair.