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Unaware of Hayden’s effort, Lucifer chuckled faintly internally. He was now convinced, as he had suspected on the first day, that this sacrifice was completely inexperienced in this area.
Not only was there no sign of previous use in his backside, but his front also seemed unused, and judging by the clumsy way he removed the slime, he seemed never to have even held and shaken his own penis alone.
If he was this clumsy even at kissing, his royal dignity was non-existent.
It gave rise to the rational suspicion of whether the modern royalty weren’t even educated in this regard.
‘Well, perhaps this makes him more suitable for falling into pleasure.’
Humans were inherently weak to pleasure.
Foolish and fragile beings who simply chased after pleasure, regardless of body or mind.
They might live by creating civilization and law now, but beneath the surface, there were many who committed all sorts of depraved acts, merely led by pleasure.
They were an ambiguous existence: they neither fully expressed their instincts and pleasure like demons, nor completely abstained from pleasure like celestials.
That was what humans were.
Therefore, if they were planted with just a little pleasure, they couldn’t endure it and would quickly rush to crave and consume it.
This sacrifice would be no different.
As much as he was unfamiliar with pleasure, it was obvious he would fall into the unrefined pleasure offered by demons, especially the Demon Lords.
Those who had tasted a little pleasure before knew how to control it, but those who experienced it for the first time didn’t know the proper measure, so it was only natural that they would fall headlong into it.
The moment he accepted the pleasure I give as natural…
Crunch.
…how would the vessel that held that innocent heart change?
“Haa, haa…”
He was terribly curious.
*
When Hayden bit Lucifer’s tongue with his teeth, Lucifer finally retreated with a nonchalant expression.
He licked the corner of his mouth with his thick tongue, and the blood that had seeped from the tip of his tongue smeared on his lips.
Red blood had also spread like paint around Hayden’s mouth.
It looked as if a part of a beautiful painting had blurred. Even that was excessively sensual.
“What are you, doing?”
Hayden looked up at Lucifer with resentful eyes again.
Even amidst this, he managed to use honorifics to avoid the Seal’s punishment.
Lucifer whispered from close range.
“Did they not teach you what we just shared in the Imperial Palace?”
Hayden stubbornly pushed Lucifer’s shoulder with his relatively free right hand.
It was quite a courageous act for someone who possessed neither divine power nor noteworthy magical power to confront a Demon Lord.
“It is not something for us to share. Something that Lord Lucifer should share with me, a sacrifice.”
“Then with whom should I share it?”
“A lover, or someone you like…”
Hayden blinked frantically, seemingly flustered by Lucifer’s question, and vaguely provided an answer.
Since the Language Command hadn’t been released, it seemed he genuinely believed so.
“Naïve.”
At Lucifer’s short remark, laced with derision, Hayden bit his lip, as if angered.
“What exactly do you want? Now that you know my true feelings, do you simply want to mock me?”
Lucifer’s brow furrowed at the self-deprecating voice, as if he had been toyed with by someone he liked.
“I believe I have told you what I desire.”
“When did you say such…”
“I said I should receive affection from you.”
Lucifer warned, expressing his displeasure.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
‘Affection. Affection.’
Hayden looked at Lucifer with confusion and bought some time.
Although he could guess that Lucifer was intrigued by his reaction after a week, it was unlikely that he genuinely felt affection for him immediately.
Based on what he had observed by his side, the Demon Lords were not the kind of beings to instantly harbor affection for a human.
Therefore, this was an impulsive and temporary action.
That meant the crucial point was how long he could make this feeling last.
Having briefly finished his thoughts, Hayden frowned.
“Are you saying I should harbor romantic feelings for Lord Lucifer…?”
Hayden’s neck trembled with anger, as if he thought he was being toyed with.
Lucifer lowered his gaze to the slender neck that dared to show anger, and raised the hand that had been wrapped around his waist.
As the hand gently pressed on the veined neck, Hayden’s chin trembled.
A low, deep voice descended.
“That would be entertaining.”
A short breath of disbelief escaped Hayden, and the low voice continued to pierce him.
“I am curious to see how a human who harbors unrequited feelings descends into depravity.”
“I will never… I will never do that.”
“Humans speak of affection developed through physical closeness. I wonder if it will change your heart if we accumulate that.”
“What…”
Lucifer stopped pressing Hayden’s neck and turned his body.
“Ugh.”
He roughly grabbed Hayden’s wrist and pulled him.
Hayden twisted his wrist slightly, enduring the Seal’s punishment, but it was useless.
Lucifer stepped out of the partition and threw Hayden into the large, square bathtub from which hot steam was rising.
It was an arbitrary movement, devoid of consideration or respect.
Hayden, who was thrown into the bathtub where Lucifer bathed, was sitting down in the center.
The water level reached below his chest, and his long hair was submerged and parted beneath the surface.
The translucent cloth, which barely covered his body, was also wet and clung to his white skin, revealing his contours.
Hayden miserably sat in the water, wrapping his arms around himself and bowing his head.
His fiercely bitten lips were swollen, as if juice would burst from them at any moment.
Lucifer calmly stepped into the bathtub.
As the water surface rippled again, Hayden seemed to come to his senses, stood up, and tried to escape.
He desperately crawled toward the edge of the bathtub to run away from Lucifer, stumbling awkwardly as his waterlogged long cloth tripped him.
Yet, he was still inside the bathtub. He could have run farther if he had fled outside the water.
‘Is he a bit foolish, after all?’
Lucifer offered a trivial assessment and leisurely crossed the bathtub, like a predator cornering its prey.
Lucifer’s eyes narrowed as he pursued Hayden.
Hayden’s plump buttocks, as he crawled on all fours, shook beneath the wet fabric.
The cloth, which couldn’t serve its purpose properly, clung tightly, barely covering the cleavage between his butt cheeks, and the thigh flesh exposed through the torn parts beside it looked glossy with running water.
‘Quite…’
He had only considered it a pretty body, but there was a sensuality that provoked lust.
‘Ha.’
‘Did I even harbor lust? Me?’
Lucifer, with an empty sneer, drove Hayden to the edge of the tub, grabbed both of his wrists, and forced him to lie down.
Hayden, whose head hung over the edge of the tub and whose back rested against its side, struggled, splashing the water.
The previously calm bathwater sloshed and spilled out.
Lucifer pressed down hard, holding Hayden’s slender wrists in one hand, and placed one foot between his struggling legs as he lowered his body.
[Be still.]
At his low command, Hayden’s resistance ceased like a lie.
The magical tool that had filled the water to the designated level also stopped working, and a long silence fell in the bathroom.
Lucifer knelt on the tub floor and leaned his body in.
Hayden, who couldn’t even turn his head due to the Language Command, simply squeezed his eyes shut.
Lucifer brought his tongue out and slowly traced it along Hayden’s neck, whispering.
“Give your heart to me.”
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