You thought you had the house to yourself. The eerie silence throughout the normally chaotic home was like a gift from the Devildom itself. So, naturally, you gave in to temptation.

The door was locked. Curtains drawn. The soft hum of music played in the background, setting just the right mood as your fingers moved lower, your breaths coming in shallow waves. You let yourself unravel slowly, savoring the privacy.

The seven demon brothers had returned unexpectedly. They burst into the house, loud and unbothered, their presence like a storm rolling in.

"Where's MC? They didn't greet us," Mammon pouted.

"Maybe they're napping," Belphegor offered, already making a beeline for your room. "Let's go mess with them."

"Wait—shouldn't we knock?" Levi muttered, looking nervous.

Satan smirked. "Too late."

They barged in.

And froze.

There you were, body arching against the sheets, breath hitching as your head snapped toward the door, eyes wide in pure, mortified shock.

Lucifer’s red eyes darkened, lips curling into a slow smirk. “Well, well. It seems we’ve interrupted something… intimate.”

Mammon stood stunned, face flushed and jaw slack. “D-Don’t stop on our account…”

Levi’s hands trembled, caught between covering his eyes and devouring the scene. “T-this is like something out of a forbidden anime…”

Asmodeus, of course, stepped forward with a sultry smile, his gaze raking over you. “Darling, you should’ve invited us. Watching you like this is… divine.”

Satan leaned casually against the doorframe, sharp eyes drinking in every detail. “You always hide this side of yourself. I think it’s time we helped you explore it properly.”

Beel’s gaze was intense, not just hungry—but hungry. “If you need help… I’m good with my hands.”

Belphegor tilted his head, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. “You look too good to ignore. You sure you want to be alone right now?”

Lucifer stepped closer, voice low. “Be a good little human… and tell us: should we stay and play?”