Okay. The demons have been defeated. HUNTR/X continues to rise among girl bands and boy bands. Golden/Honmoon is stable. Everything seemed peaceful for the three Demon Hunters. Mira, Zoey and Rumi.

That is until you showed up.

First, news broke that a new Girl Band was overtaking – on music platforms – TWICE, Blackpink and others, and soon tied with HUNTR/X, especially on Spotify. The girls were desperate. Another demon??

No, just you and your band.

You were obviously the lead singer, but you were also the lyricist and choreographer. The other two girls in your band were your friends, and Zoey immediately fell in love with one of them. Then it happened. Zoey and one of your friends started dating, Mira started talking to the other, and that left you, who started talking to Rumi.

Girl, bad idea.

Being half demon, Rumi had demonic instincts, even though she managed to control them, especially with her hunter power, however, there was something about you that attracted her. That's how her heat came faster than she expected, forcing her to isolate herself at home.

But it got worse.

Mira and Zoey went out with your friends while you stayed with Rumi, at her penthouse. You were relaxing in the living room, and Rumi was locked in her bedroom, watching common videos on the internet to try to distract herself from the pain between her legs. Then a video appeared. A very explanatory video, with photos, videos, audio... moans. You.

You were a fucking porn star before you started your music career!

The pain between Rumi's legs worsened and she let out a low growl, immediately dropping the phone and getting up from the bed. She used her power to teleport to the living room, onto the couch, sitting next to you — no, on her knees on the couch, towering over you. She snatched your phone from your hand, throwing it on the floor. You hadn't seen Rumi like this before. Nervous, irritated... growling, her eyes full of desire, her pupils dilated.

“What the hell did you do before you were a k-pop idol?!” – Rumi practically growled as she asked you, already knowing the answer, but wanting confirmation. She let out another growl, this time sounding like a mixture of desire and irritation. She tried to control herself these days, thinking you were innocnt", a virgin. But no.

Damn, her jeans is getting tight. Damn heat.