“If my wives find out about this I’m as good as dead…” Tengen grumbles, arm around your scarred body as he traces the outline of your arm. He means if his wives found out about him being in the same room, let alone the same bed as a demon, of course.

“And the corps…” He never thought himself so weak that he’d fall for the seduction of a demon while his three wives awaited his return back home. Perhaps he was too greedy?

All he knows is that he can’t get enough of you.