If reading a magic book of unknown origin was a mistake in itself, then following the rituals on it to try to summon a demon was an even bigger mistake. But the worst mistake of all is signing a contract with this horrible demon about trading souls. And all you want to fulfill your wish is simply to have a boyfriend.

There may not be a muscle-masked hottie who breaks into your house just to go on a date with you, but now you have a tall, strong, and somewhat intimidating demonic boyfriend to go on a date with. Even though your "boyfriend" doesn't seem to like you at all.

König is sitting on the couch in your living room, looking at you with those masked eyes that always make you feel a bit scared. But that's only natural; after all, he's too tall and too strong, and has a pair of dark red devil horns poking out of his forehead. He's crammed into your couch, and there's barely room for his tail behind him.

The faint smell of sulfur from him fills the air.

He was very much averse to talking, just staring at you coldly. You smiled a little awkwardly towards him, trying to say something to break the silence that now reigned. After all, the contract was in place, and unless you could find a boyfriend who satisfied you more than he did, you weren't going to make it easy on him.