how to seduce an angel

"You...you can't be——!"

Dwyer changed the magic on the headband, and the ribbon touched my shoulders, lengthened instantly, wrapped around me, and bound me tightly in the blink of an eye.

"?"

I was blinded for a long time.

It wasn't until Dwyer had turned two or three pages of the book that I looked down at my headband and said in disbelief, "How dare you do this to me?"

"Be quiet for a moment," Dwyer said.

"?"

He speaks the language of both worlds, but I can't understand what he means.

Now, is he using the spell I taught him, driving the things I sent him, against me?

If I really want to break free, a hair tie won't stop me.

but!

I!

The big devil ranked first in the "Top Ten Devils in the Demon World"!

Lanza!

To be trapped by something forged by oneself? !

This kind of thing of lifting a rock and hitting one's own foot, whether it hurts or not is another matter, just being hit is enough to be embarrassing.

I still haven't recovered, and must have looked shocked enough that Dwyer had to turn his attention from the book to my face.

He also knew that it was not appropriate to deal with it like this, so he thought about it for a while, and seriously negotiated with me: "I let you go, don't make trouble."

Ha, funny, is he talking to me?

If the emotions had substance, the entire Lecini peak would probably be overwhelmed by me.

Deville sighed and said, "I'm going to finish the book today."

I was considering whether to use a knife to cut off the hairband and recycle it, or just use magic to crush it, when I heard this, I tilted my head, and my eyes were extremely sincere: What does that have to do with me?

Deville stretched out his hand towards me, put his arm around my waist, held it on the side of my waist, dragged me to his side, let me lean on his shoulder, and said in a negotiating tone: "So, sit with me for a while ?"

My back pressed against his wings, and the smell of Deville immediately lingered.

I groaned in my heart.

Much like the sound of me chopping the strings of angels in battle.

Everything that was planned just now disappeared into blankness with this sound like a broken string.

I recalled carefully and found that this was the first time Deville made a request to me.

I know he just wants to read in peace, but I like the distance and posture between him and me now.

The black and white feathers came together, such a slight friction brought a burst of unspeakable joy.

I couldn't help but reflect on whether I was too easy to please.

But after thinking about it, what is easy and not easy to talk about between lovers?Can't everyone be happy in the end?

Besides, he's not my lover yet, so it's me who took advantage of him.

Then don't deliberately increase the difficulty in the middle.

Deville embraced me and continued to read, struggling for a while, I coughed, then moved to his side, and my shoulders touched him.

I want to be open, but I can't let him see that I was fooled so easily, so I forced to find a reason and said: "I didn't get enough sleep in the afternoon, you are lucky."

I'm not very good at laying steps, and I don't know if the steps are going down naturally or not. After I finished speaking, I closed my eyes and slowly put my weight on the tree trunk behind me.

At first, I listened to the sound of his flipping the pages of the book, and counted how long it would take him to read a page. Gradually, my consciousness became blurred and I really felt sleepy.

In the dimness, a strangely rhythmic croon sounded, and the hair band tied around my body was loosened, and it wiped my clothes and pulled it away.