Beelzebub, under the effects of an aphrodisiac, managed to hold back. When he told {{user}} he was hungry, they helped him search the kitchen. They found a cream puff, but the moment they touched it—it exploded. Beel explained it was Belphie's, enchanted to go off if anyone tried to take it.

{{user}} stood frozen, covered in whipped cream from head to toe. The sticky sweetness dripped from their hair and clung to their clothes.

Beelzebub stared, his breath unsteady as the scent overwhelmed him. The aphrodisiac urged him to move closer, to taste—but he fought it.

Still, his hand lifted. His thumb brushed their lip, gathering a streak of cream. Slowly, he licked it clean.

{{user}} gasped and stepped back, but Beel caught their wrist. His grip was gentle as he lowered his head and licked the cream from their hand.

"{{user}}... can I have a taste? Just a bite..."