Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

At this moment, Sylvia was still wearing a simple and elegant white dress.

However, she had slipped on a pale yellow apron over it.

This pale yellow apron was typically worn by married women and was considered quite "old-fashioned" by younger women.

But on Sylvia, what was normally seen as dowdy somehow seemed to elevate in style.

It subtly hugged her graceful figure, outlining a nearly perfect curve.

Sylvia was holding a pot that was steaming and sizzling.

A few black spots had splattered on her face, highlighting her snow-white skin, adding a cute contrast that was endearing.

"Sweetheart, the surprise you mentioned was this?"

Timothy was stunned. He had imagined all sorts of possibilities, but this was not one of them.

Man, all that anticipation for nothing!

"I asked around, and isn't it true that you guys like a woman who's homely and caring? So I tried wearing an apron and cooking. Isn't that a treat?" Sylvia's cheeks were flushed, and even her ears were tinged with red.

She had prepared for this day for a long time.

Not only had she figured out what men liked, bought an apron, but she had also learned how to cook.

Yet, when facing Timothy, she still couldn't hide her shyness.

"Are you sure you understand what men like..." Seeing Sylvia's adorably clumsy demeanor, Timothy couldn't help but laugh.

Even though it wasn't the scenario he had imagined, he felt no disappointment.

After all, who else in the world could see the Goddess Sylvia clumsily cooking for the first time?

"Don't you like it?" Sylvia, sensing a hint of disappointment, looked somewhat pitiful.

"How could I not like it? Honey, you're so capable, this dish must smell better than anyone else's, you're amazing!"

Timothy immediately praised her, then stood up and walked over to Sylvia, lifting the lid of the pot.

However, when he looked inside, Timothy's expression froze.

A cloud of black mist rose, and the pot was filled with a dark greenish-black liquid, bubbling continuously.

The indescribable liquid in the pot seemed to form a sinister face, whispering like a demon, "Come on, eat me! Once you do, you can leave this world and all its troubles behind, haha!"

Turns out, his wife could only cook what might be called "dark cuisine"!

"Aren't you going to eat?" Sylvia looked at Timothy with puppy eyes.

"I..." Timothy's face fell, feeling every organ in his body resisting.

But...

"I'll eat! Here goes nothing!"

Suddenly, Timothy's fighting spirit ignited.

If he couldn't even face his wife's dark cuisine, what kind of man was he?

He scooped up a big spoonful of the ominous liquid and shoved it into his mouth.

[System alert: Host has ingested a toxic substance, initiate emergency detox?]

"It's delicious, honey, you did a great job." Timothy gave a thumbs up, even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"As long as it tastes good, it seems my cooking isn't too bad." Sylvia nodded proudly, scooping up a spoonful for herself.

But after smelling it, she paused.

Then, suddenly, she put down the spoon.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm not eating it."

"Why not?"

"It's obviously dark cuisine, only a fool would eat it."

"..." Timothy was speechless.

So you knew it all along, why didn't you say something sooner!

Seeing Sylvia's slightly self-reproachful expression, Timothy felt a pang of sympathy and immediately rolled up his sleeves. "Honey, I appreciate your effort. Now let me take over and cook you a meal myself."

"Huh?"

Before Sylvia could even react, Timothy had already taken the pot full of dark cuisine and walked out.

"System, use three skill points to upgrade my cooking skills to the level of a culinary master."

[Ding, upgrade successful. Host's cooking skills have reached the level of a culinary master.]

With his newly enhanced skills and a bit of magical control over the heat, it didn't take long for Timothy to turn the ingredients he had gathered into delicious dishes, which he then brought into the bedroom.

Seeing the feast, Sylvia's eyes instantly lit up, completely forgetting about her own culinary disaster.

Who would eat that stuff anyway?

"Come on, honey, eat more rabbit meat. It's good for your beauty."

"Try more of this dish, honey. It's my proudest creation this time."

"Here, have a chicken leg. It smells amazing."

Timothy kept adding food to Sylvia's bowl.

Sylvia hummed, "I suspect you have ulterior motives."

"Ulterior motives? Why?" Timothy was taken aback.

"You keep using your spoon to put food on my plate. Isn't it just so you can indirectly kiss me?"

"Indirect kiss? I've kissed the goddess directly several times already. Why would I need to sneak around for an indirect one?" Timothy couldn't help but laugh.

"You!" Sylvia's face turned red in an instant.

...

The meal was incredibly satisfying.

After a while, Sylvia let out a long, contented sigh and comfortably lay down on the bed.

"Honey, can I come to bed?" Timothy suddenly leaned in.

"Of course not..." Sylvia began, but then she paused.

Remembering that she hadn't fulfilled her promise and had even served Timothy a dish so bad it made him bleed, she suddenly felt a bit guilty.

"Hmph, I'll allow you to lie down for now, but don't you dare try anything," Sylvia huffed.

"Huh? Honey, you're being surprisingly open-minded today!" Timothy had asked half-jokingly, not really expecting a yes.

But to his surprise, Sylvia actually agreed.

A golden opportunity like this, any man would seize it!

Without hesitation, Timothy lay down on the soft bed.

The scent was intoxicating, and being so close, the delicate fragrance was even more enchanting.

Lying quietly on the bed, about an hour passed, and Timothy quietly turned to look at Sylvia.

Her beautiful face was calm, her breathing even.

She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"Honey, are you asleep?"

"Honey, I'm going to make a move now!"

"Honey~"

Timothy's calls grew louder, but Sylvia kept her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttering with her breath, looking incredibly cute.

"It seems she really is asleep," Timothy thought as he reached out his hands.

But before he could touch her graceful body, a sudden kick sent him flying out of the bedroom.