how to seduce an angel

The place I'm going to is the Demon Realm Snow Mountain in the seventh domain.

There is a white flower on the snow mountain called Snow Amber. The petals are plump and seem fragile, but they cannot be cut with a knife. It exudes a light fragrance like frost all the year round.

I have not set foot in the Seventh Realm for many years, and the Demon World Snow Mountain has only been here more than 50 years ago, but when I saw Deville, the impression of flowers that I had glimpsed before became vivid.

The snow mountain is the coldest place in the devil world, and there is a layer of prohibition outside which angels are not allowed to set foot. Even if a demon passes through the restriction, it will be stripped of a lot of magic power.

After this layer of exploitation, even if ordinary demons could enter here, they would be frozen to death within a few steps, so this area is quite quiet, with a vast expanse of whiteness at a glance, and all sounds are absorbed by the perennial snow.

The prohibition is nothing to me, the severe cold of the snow-capped mountain is just the degree of coolness on the skin to me. I descended from the peak of Leciny and went straight to the top of the snow-capped mountain, and picked seven white flowers.

It takes patience to pick this kind of flower, instead of using brute force, you need to use magic power to melt the petals little by little.

To be honest, I don't like this repetitive and boring process very much. I can only keep reminiscing about Deville's eyes and movements. Thinking that these flowers will become a bondage and be used on him, the original boring becomes interesting.

At dusk the next day, I came down from the snow mountain and returned to the Seventh Realm. When I walked through the street, I felt someone peeping from the dark.

This kind of peeping is very common in the devil world, and most of them are malicious guys secretly looking at their opponents.

As a candidate for the devil king, I have to deal with hundreds of raids throughout the year, and I have long been used to being followed and challenged.

Ignoring that line of sight, I went into the tavern to ask the witches about the currently popular styles of hair bands, and then found a quiet place opposite the Lecini Harbor to start dissolving flower petals to forge hair bands.

The forging process needs to provide continuous magic power and cannot be interrupted.

I didn't rest for several days. I sat cross-legged on the rock, with my elbows on my knees and my cheeks on my palms. I was bored and injected magic power into the petals, and yawned.

At this time, I heard the sound of wings flapping, and when I looked up, it was Garcia who fell from the sky and landed on the opposite side of me.

I sat up straight and tilted my head: "You are so brave, you dare to appear in Birmingner's field."

Garcia's face was stern, and he looked at me unabashedly.

I felt his eyes fall on my chest, so I lowered my head——

I like to wear black clothes, of course, this preference is only relative.

In fact, I have always found it very troublesome to wear clothes. First, I prefer the feeling of the wind blowing over my skin. The enjoyment of wearing clothes is greatly reduced, and the tight clothes are also very obstructive;

The second is that I often need to undress. Undressing my lover is part of sex. Undressing myself is not so interesting. Although I am very satisfied with my figure, I can't wear or undress myself. Give me any pleasure.

Most of the demons have the same idea as me, so the clothes of the demon world are generally very light and easy to take off or tear. On this point, there are irreconcilable differences between us and angels.

Angels like restrained beauty, have an almost persistent pursuit of tidy clothes, and are keen to use concealment to create a sense of abstinence that attracts prying eyes. They can't wait to wrap their whole body up and down.

I heard that once after the war, an angelic mission was sent to the Demon Realm. When they passed by a clothing store in the Demon Realm, they inadvertently saw sexy underwear made of only a few silk threads hanging ostentatiously at the door of the store. Cave" while fleeing.

I'm not that extreme. After all, I have to deal with the demons who challenge me. Clothes can prevent the other party's blood from getting on me, so no matter how I don't like it, I will wear some conservative clothes in the aesthetics of the demon world.

But I have always dressed perfunctorily, like now, the collar of the black jacket is open to the chest, revealing a large chest muscle.

Every time the angel lovers see me like this, they will help me close up my clothes. Does Garcia, a demon, also have such obsessive-compulsive disorder?