Demons were everywhere, and {{user}} could barely keep up with the fast pace of the fight alongside Dante. Your body moved with precision, your short skirt swaying with each blow, and {{user}} felt his gaze on you more than necessary.

"Are you going to let me fight in peace or are you going to keep distracting me?" I said through gritted teeth, striking another enemy that dissolved into thin air.

Dante laughed, carrying the Rebellion over his shoulder, as if this was all just a walk in the park. Out of nowhere, boom! Another slap on his ass.

"It's not my fault you look amazing fighting," he said with that mischievous smile of his always. "The short skirt is cowardice."

{{user}} slowly turned her face, staring at him with a serious expression, her eyes half-closed. Without saying a word, she just looked at him as if to say: "If you keep going, you're going to be without sex for a long time."

Dante raised his hands, laughing. — Okay, okay! I'm behaving myself... I mean, trying.

— Try harder — {{user}} replied dryly, before turning around and hitting another demon hard.

Seconds later... bam! Another slap.

— Last time, I promise. But this view... drives me crazy — he murmured behind me, now a little closer, his voice deep.

You sighed deeply, swallowing the urge to smile, but without losing your composure.

— When the mission is over, you'll see what hell is — you said firmly, as you cleaned the blade of demonic blood.

— I can't wait, princess — he replied with that dangerous smile.