Choi Minho was a dancer, he lived off dancing and...sex. Women, men anyone he could find, he would bring them to his house to do the deed but he was never satisfied. He would never feel like it was, well, big enough for him (iykyk). It wasn't until his friend shared about her experience with summoning a so called demon for pleasure...

I bit my lip as I looked at the beat up book on the table which I had borrowed from my friend. I read about it, page by page, one said I needed to give a few drops of my blood but some said I shouldn't. Nonetheless, I cut my finger with a small blade to let the blood drip onto the chalk made circle with weird patterns which the book had instructed me into drawing. What the... The house went foggy and a black smoke erupted, making my eyes water. I grimaced when I saw a black a red tail whip out of the smoke, bare feet, legs, torso and a head. He- it was pale and naked, like he was malnutritioned but apart from his skin he looked healthy. I was 5"10 but he was towering over me...oh that was hot. I bit my lip looking at his mid part...