The Final Villain Has Fallen to the Lust Demon - Chapter 2.9

Every time she breathed in a bit of the Divine Beast’s Blessing, his mind, which felt like it was melting from the heat, calmed down slightly.

So, Demian unconsciously moved closer to her. It felt as if the faint light emitting from Levi would make his mind whole again.

However, Demian soon realized that this, too, was an impulse created by the demon.

“……!”

As soon as he got close enough for their skin to brush, his head spun. His precarious s****l desire seemed to overflow all at once.

Unaware of the pitch-black desire boiling within him, Levi simply opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“Your Highness?”

The moment her sweet voice and breath reached his ear, his lower back grew stiff.

Seriously, you should have backed off quietly when I told you to…….

Demian impulsively grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. Then, he buried his face in her bare shoulder.

Because he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, their bodies became tightly pressed together.

“…….”

Levi gasped in an instant.

A hot cheek pressed firmly against her skin, and she felt the weight of his broad, solid upper body woven with muscle.

The hand she tried to brace against the floor accidentally landed on his thigh. Having unintentionally touched his massive, burning c**k, Levi pulled her hand away in startle.

Pressed against her through several layers of clothing was the body of a full-fledged male. It felt like she would melt from the Demonic Energy that had heated him up.

Every time his black hair tickled her neck, she felt like she would let out a feverish moan, so Levi bit her lip hard.

Was it because of the Demonic Energy? She kept ruminating on the heat of the c**k she had just touched. Regardless of her will, she was slowly getting wet, and she wondered how it would feel if something that size entered her.

As if noticing that, his low, husky voice tickled her ear.

“It seems I feel better when I touch you.”

“…….”

“Can I touch you more?”

Can I touch you more……?

Levi felt Demian’s explicit question slowly soaking into her ear.

His voice, low and husky with desire, made her stomach tingle just by hearing it.

When she couldn’t answer because of the strange feeling, Demian, perhaps becoming impatient, slowly stroked Levi’s long hair.

Like someone suffering withdrawal symptoms from not being able to touch her, he combed through her platinum hair with his fingers, then bit and pulled off his leather glove with his teeth.

Thud.

The moment the glove fell to the floor and his large hand touched her skin, Levi’s body flinched.

“Ah…….”

Since her sense of touch was so heightened, a pained moan she’d never heard from herself escaped her.

The moment he heard that feverish voice, Demian had to tense his lower abdomen hard. Even as he tried to endure it, his body—ravaged by the Lust Demon—was helplessly aroused.

He completely forgot his self-hypnosis about having to act fastidious and noble to keep his half-brother, who was born with immense Holy Power, in check.

It was getting difficult to suppress the impulse to touch Levi more and inhale the Blessing of the First she possessed to his heart’s content.

“If you hated being touched more, you should have run when I gave you the chance.”

Muttering in a choked voice, Demian cupped Levi’s cheek.

Even though his hands were calloused from holding a sword for so long, his touch was infinitely gentle, and Levi found herself unconsciously feeling him stroke her.

It felt like an electric current flowed everywhere he brushed past, making her fine hairs stand on end. For an unexpected contact, it wasn’t bad. No, she felt like she wanted him to touch her a little more.

When she didn’t pull away, Demian felt something inside him snap.

“Or did you stay on purpose because you wanted to see something filthy?”

Demian sincerely thought that might be the case.

There were more than enough people who wanted to see his flaws. Since he didn’t naturally trust people, he hadn’t had any significant weaknesses caught until now.

But now, with a Prince sitting here aroused and possessed by a demon, it was a different story. Wasn’t it a perfect topic to spread rumors and ruin his reputation?

However, far from thinking of finding out his flaws to spread them, Levi was busy admiring his intensely aroused face and the bursting outline of his lower body.

‘As expected, the keyword tag #HighStaminaMan isn’t just for anyone.’

She thought it was a keyword that required superior physical conditions, but she didn’t know it would be this magnificent. Shouldn’t something like that be called a lethal weapon?

‘But…… he calls that a filthy sight.’

Demian probably didn’t know how many women prayed to taste that “filthy sight” just once in their lives.