I Pulled the Holy Sword of Light After Becoming the Demon King

On the first day Misaela became the Demon King, she summoned ten succubi to serve her while she soaked in the hot springs. But she drank the champagne the beauties fed her too quickly and drowned in the spring. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a group of lackeys of the Light charging at her. Her PTSD kicked in, and she grabbed a weapon nearby and swung at them. “Stay away from me!” Only when they were fussing over her did she learn she was a candidate to become a saint. The Demon King had become a follower of the God of Light. Anyone who heard the news would weep. She felt like she had lost all face. But she had a knight captain who fussed over her, an archbishop who patiently taught her, and plenty of bare-chested knights to look at whenever she went to pray for blessings. As Misaela chewed on a freshly baked red tea cake, she decided that joining the side of the Light wasn’t so bad. That was until the archbishop’s suggestive kiss bewitched her. By the time she came to her senses, she had been thrown onto the battlefield, clutching the Holy Sword of Light she herself had once pulled free. That was when she realized the saint was nothing more than a disposable pawn meant to exterminate the Demon King and her subordinates. Damn humans, how dare they trick this Demon King with sugar-coated bullets? Hearing humans say that the Demon King was vile, had slaughtered the other races, and abducted elves. Misaela: Damn demons, who’s smearing my name! Red-eyed with fury, Misaela stormed the Demon King’s castle, only to find her subordinates standing over her previous body, discussing which parts to take. Were they planning to carve her up? You bunch of bastards!!! * The men are all asking for a slap. Maybe there are some good ones, too? The heroine is lustful and greedy, not perfect in every way, and enjoys training dogs. A writing-comeback story. The kinks may not be exactly wholesome, but at its heart, it’s a lighthearted, everyone-loves-her sweet romance. Theme: Rely on yourself, not others. Women should stand strong