Chapter 0
Prologue. The Lust Demon Catastrophe
“Demons have appeared! There’s nothing to panic about, so respond calmly!”
Outside the window, it became noisy in an instant.
It was because demons had suddenly appeared at the already bustling picnic site.
I wanted to shout, ‘Someone here has been attacked by a demon too, please help!’ but I couldn’t even open my mouth.
It was because the man I had been warily avoiding ever since I realized I had possessed a short-lived extra in a novel was currently swallowing all of my breath.
Every time our tongues tangled, our saliva mixed sloppily. The kiss was so overwhelming it was hard for me to keep up.
When the man’s hands, hardened from years of gripping a sword, swept down my body, it felt like my insides were boiling with heat. I could feel my crotch getting wet from just a kiss.
“Mmph~~”
Unable to fully swallow the moans leaking out against my will, I stared at the man before me.
The First Prince of the Empire.
The final villain of the original novel, Demian Yvelun.
Ordinarily, he was a man who obsessively maintained a state of celibacy to block any scandals that might hinder him from becoming the Crown Prince.
However, his mind was currently being dominated after falling victim to a Lust Demon—a creature that possesses human bodies to satisfy its carnal desires.
‘It might be called a “Lust Demon” for fancy’s sake, but it’s really just a perverted demon that makes people horny.’
But I wasn’t in a position to pity Demian.
It was because I, too, had been exposed to the demonic aura radiating from the creature, causing my body to heat up uncontrollably against my will.
Every single cell making up my body turned languid, begging for more stimulation.
My body, now extremely sensitive, became aroused at even the slightest brush against him. I felt like a beast in heat.
As if reading the desire that had filled my head before I knew it, Demian gripped the hem of my dress. Blue veins bulged on the back of his handsome hand, perhaps from suppressing his urge.
“Levi Heron.”
Demian’s voice was more languid than usual. Instead of a fierce gaze, his hazy eyes looked alluring, as if he were possessed by something.
The moment I heard my name leave his lips, my rationality flew far away.
I stared directly into his eyes, my own slightly unfocused from arousal.
Demian’s low, heated voice was so e****c that words alone couldn’t describe how slutty it sounded.
The rim of his eyes flushed red, and his sweet crimson pupils.
His high, straight bridge of the nose, and the well-shaped lips beneath it.
And…… the outline of something large and thick revealed above one of his pants pockets.
There probably wasn’t a single woman in this world who could refuse Demian.
Unless, of course, they were completely enthralled by the fact that they were the first woman chosen by a man who obsessively maintained his celibacy.
‘If I had subdued the demon more decisively when I first encountered it, Demian wouldn’t have fallen victim to the Lust Demon.’
Judging by his gaze and this suggestive posture, I was the one Demian—consumed by the Lust Demon—had chosen as his first prey.
Just a moment ago, that fact felt hopeless, but now my reason was gradually blurring, and I began to think that coupling with him might not be so bad.
Furthermore, according to what I had learned, the host of the body does not remember what happened while the demon occupied it.
The demon would likely quiet down for a while once its desire was satisfied.
Looking at his broad, firm pectoral muscles and thick thighs revealed through his half-unbuttoned shirt, it was clear that Demian could somehow satisfy my desires.
I gave a small nod as a sign of permission.
Then, I quietly watched as he slowly drew closer and closed my eyes.
‘……To think I’d get entangled with the final villain like this.’
The efforts I had made to keep my distance from him since the possession began to flash before my eyes like a revolving lantern.
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