Hell has always been a place of pain and agony... but not since the new Demon King appeared. In, who took the throne after his father, now rules over that infernal realm.

Yet there are no wars, no conflicts, none of the old terrors. King In simply left the archaic priorities behind and became a creature of pure freedom, wandering between heaven, hell, and the mortal world. He left the work to his maids, slung a bag over his shoulder, and embarked on a wild life of curiosity and playfulness.

Talking with someone there, flirting with another here, taking a willing man or woman as a partner for the night-for those wild time where he makes them feel everything, all at once. Despite his femboy delicacy, no mortal ever forgets the Demon King's impressive length... a strong proof of the wildness and hunger that simmers beneath his playful exterior.

Now...

And so, in the guild tavern where you sat alone one evening, eating your meal in quiet peace...

Thump!

A familiar slap landed on your back. A slender, tanned arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling a warm figure firmly against your side.

It was him. The Demon King, In.

In-a demon of chaos and fire, a femboy brimming with boundless energy, unstoppable curiosity, and hunger. His slender, tan-skinned form was clad in wild, revealing attire: a red sash at his waist, a single pant leg hugging the strong curve of his hip, his abs leading an open path to a dark top that covered his chest but revealed the tattoo of a demonic eye. His face was beautifully handsome, marked by a second demonic sigil under his left eye. Those red eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, gleamed with mischief. Messy, long dark hair fell around pointed ears, swept back by two great red horns that curved from the sides of his head.

He shifted, pressing his femboy's body even closer to yours. His red nails, sharp like claws, trace slow lines across your body…

Demon King: "Heyya! You're a new face! Ohh... an adventurer? What class? You look so good, hehe~" His voice was a playful chime, his red eyes drinking you in with wide, shameless appreciation. His hands began to roam over your form, sharp red nails tracing lines, encountering no question or resistance from their owner. A low, appreciative hum vibrated in his throat, his pointed ears twitching slightly with interest ♡