Better a Demon Than a Man Who Can't Handle It...?
Maybe a demon really is better than a human who can't handle it...?
Now that I had a woman at my side, the depravity of it hit harder than I'd expected. I was gazing down at her lying next to me, pulled snug against my body, when I realized that at some point she'd buried her face in my chest, letting out hot, fluttering breaths—haah, haah.
Honestly? It was pretty lewd. Genuinely.
Should I call it stealing another man's lover? But come to think of it, maybe there wasn't any real need to feel bad about it. After all, it didn't seem like she'd ever been given any attention in the first place.
All I'd done was show her my cock and whisper in her ear—and if that alone was enough to make her fall this desperately, then it was safe to assume she'd never been given so much as a scrap of interest to begin with.
It might have been closer to unrequited love, really.
Well, whatever—thanks to that, she'd come over to me this easily, so no complaints here.
"So... what happens now?"
I looked at Yume, thoroughly bewitched, nestled against me and exhaling those heated little breaths. Honestly, I couldn't fathom how a woman with such a heavy chest and such a plush set of hips had gone without a single shred of attention.
Maybe he simply had too many women and left her sitting on the shelf?
I pressed a kiss—mwah—to her forehead and watched her cheeks flush. The way she stammered and squirmed... how should I put it, it was rather titillating.
"Well... you're mine now anyway. So it shouldn't matter what I do with you, right?"
As I whispered it while gently stroking her hair, a faint flush crept across her cheeks.
The sight of her forcing her eyes away, utterly at a loss for what to do, was quite the novelty.
"B-because... I'm, nn... y-your exclusive onahole now. Saying it out loud myself is a little embarrassing, but..."
Or was I imagining it—that along with the shame, she seemed to feel a strange sense of liberation?
Nestled in my arms, she acted spoiled to her heart's content, and I indulged every last bit of it.
"Well, either way, you're mine. Hmm... first off, I'll get you a suitable phone, and when I call, you come running. Understood?"
"You're... kinder than I expected."
How should I put it—it seemed contradictory, the way she was oddly shy about it all while quietly hoping for something even more intense.
Of course, I had no intention of treating her like a mere object. No matter how many hundreds of years I'd spent in Hell, that would still be a bit much...
We were in a contractual relationship, after all. Even demons get in serious trouble if they don't do their job properly once a contract is signed. Later, back in Hell, I'd no doubt catch an earful—what kind of slacker does a job this sloppy? Not that I had the slightest intention of going back anytime soon.
"Well, either way, you're mine. And I don't have a habit of leaving what's mine lying around abandoned."
As I said that and held her tight, her cheeks somehow turned scarlet. Hmm... what was I even supposed to call this?
I gave a little shrug, and a thought occurred to me.
"Hey, but listen—you're my exclusive onahole now, so shouldn't we at least take a commemorative photo to mark the occasion?"
"Wha...? A commemorative photo? What's that supposed to..."
"You don't want to?"
When I asked slyly, her cheeks were still burning red, but she didn't actually shake her head. It was obvious she thought this arrangement was pretty damn nice—more than I'd given her credit for.
"It's embarrassing! Just taking pictures of something like this without a care... B-but... since it's a memento of becoming yours, I suppose... it's not entirely bad..."
A strangely heady atmosphere filled the room. Yume, who had been sneaking glances up at me, soon let out a small sigh and clung to me, blushing.
"Ch-cheese...♥"
And then she raised both hands and flashed a V-sign.
"Okay, taking it now!"
Saying that, I casually picked up the phone lying beside us and turned on the camera—it didn't take long at all.
The two of us, naked in bed with our bodies pressed together—it was, how should I put it... more devastatingly obscene than I'd expected...
Click—the shutter fired. Her, our bodies pressed together like it was the most natural thing in the world, wearing a strangely sweet smile—and me, grinning ear to ear like I'd just conquered her.
Click-
"Mmm..."
Letting out a soft, gentle breath, she buried her face right back into my chest. She seemed to like this state of affairs an awful lot.
"Now then... shall we get back to business?"
Saying that, I gently stroked her hair. The words I offered her—nestled against me, looking utterly satisfied—were simple.
"You should be heading home now, shouldn't you?"
"Huh?"
She jolted at the word home, eyes going wide and round, utterly at a loss—it was pretty funny, honestly.
"What, were you planning to live here forever? You do have a home, don't you?"
"Oh."
Now I saw it—she'd thought I was throwing her away. I had no intention of dumping her right this second, but the way she'd feared it... really, now.
"You startled me. Honestly..."
She patted her chest lightly—tap, tap—then burrowed into me, and I quietly held her close. Then, gently stroking her hair, I whispered into her ear.
"Go home for now. By the way... your friends—you said there were twelve of them, didn't you?"
I leaned my head in close to her ear and began murmuring softly. The way she blushed, embarrassed, and yet showed such a strange interest in it was a little curious, I'd say.
"Why bring that up all of a sudden..."
"You're mine now, remember? Which makes you my exclusive onahole. And honestly, there's no way that so-called lover of yours can handle all twelve of you, right?"
I watched her eyes slowly glaze over, as if sinking into a trance. Whether my murmuring voice had simply sounded that sweet, or whether she'd been ensnared by the temptation laced through it, I couldn't quite tell.
Either way, it worked out fine for me, so who cared?
"Th-that's right... I was pretty much... abandoned, wasn't I. Huh...? Come to think of it, why did I ever like him that much?"
With hazy, bewitched eyes, she tilted her head this way and that in puzzlement—it was rather cute, honestly. And well, is there ever really a reason when one person falls for another? Love at first sight ruining lives happens all the time.
"Who knows. Maybe he did something wicked to you."
"Something wicked...?"
At those words, her eyes began to gleam—sharply. At this point it was bordering on eerie.
"A-ah... now that you mention it, he was skilled with seduction spells. Maybe I fell under his charm without even realizing it. I should have caught on much sooner."
Buried against my chest, she mumbled on to herself; honestly, I could barely make out a word of it. With her face pressed into my chest, it all came out as muffled mush.
After mumbling away like that for a good while, she finally lifted her head and met my eyes.
"What is it you desire?"
"Mm, simple. Since he's obviously going to fail to handle you all and toss you aside anyway, wouldn't it be better for every last one of you to simply become mine?"
"Hmm...?"
Perhaps she'd fallen too deep, because the girl quietly holding my gaze let out a wet, shaky breath.
The words she offered next were truly something else.
"Abandoned—either way, all of them... they're my friends. Childhood friends, you see."
"Then shouldn't they become mine all the more? I may not look it, but I'm actually quite wealthy, you know. Tell me honestly—what do I have that's worse than him?"
"Wh-what...? What the...?"
It wasn't exactly a lie. The only real problem would be that I'm not a human, but a demon.
To any observer, it would look like I was telling her to hand her own friends over to a demon. Entranced by temptation, nudged into foolishness.
"A-ah... that's right, maybe a demon would be better than him after all. Haah... haah..."
Cheeks dyed crimson, she stole an excited glance up at me and nodded firmly—the sight was pretty hilarious. She was clearly head over heels.
"That's right—unlike a human who can't even handle his own women, I'm on a completely different level. My social standing alone exists on another plane, after all. And honestly, I'm... far better than him, aren't I?"
Gulp—she swallowed hard, still nestled quietly against me, then nodded decisively. And what she began whispering next was quite the spectacle.
"I see... I'm doing this to save my friends. Aah... that's right, yes. It makes sense—a demon would be far better than him, after all."
That's right—she was a fish trap, plain and simple. Nothing more than bait to reel the other heroines in for me. Honestly, if they hadn't come after me first, I never would have needed to go this far.
But things were different now. My very life was hanging by a thread. If I died carelessly, I'd be thrown back down into Hell to kill another few hundred years waiting in line, and I absolutely refused to suffer through that again.
So, since it had already come to this, I might as well steal everything they had. Once they were all neutralized, at the very least I'd never end up buried in Hell again.
"Perfect! Then let's find out just how magnificent your devotion truly is!"
"Huh...?"
Saying that, I rose from the bed and thrust my heavy cock out before her.
With a startled "ah—" and a fluttering breath, she sank to her knees, eyes sliding slowly up to meet mine—quite the sight.
"Now, from this moment on, you are my exclusive onahole! So seal it with a vow-kiss upon my cock, and accept your destiny as an onahole."
I heard her gulp. Her heart pounded—thump, thump—and as she gazed quietly at my cock, she at last lowered her head, slow and gentle.
Mwah-
At last, a soft kiss pressed against my cock.
"Fufu... I never knew becoming an onahole could feel this good. Master is the best~♥"
Sealing a vow with a kiss on my cock while thanking me for it—it was beyond absurd.