how to seduce an angel

I have seen and killed countless angels and demons, and Garcia is the most special one among them.

It took me a long time to figure out what was so special—he gave people a feeling of mixing the qualities of an angel and a devil.

From the outside, he is undoubtedly a demon.

Demons are synonymous with indulgence, but Garcia always shows restraint in every move, and his eyes also show the usual emotions of angels when they see demons.

I've been fascinated by this tone recently, if he was an angel... I stopped a dozen steps away from Garcia with a knife in my hand.

From a demon's point of view, Garcia looks pretty good, with three-dimensional features and a tall figure. His wings, hair and eyes are all pure black, like a black magnet that can absorb all colors.

Most of the demons are in a hurry, and it is really rare to see a demon as quiet as him.

Although he is not within the scope of my current orientation, it would be a pity to kill him like this.

Garcia was the first demon in 100 years to ruin my perfect run, and as a bonus, I changed my mind and flapped my wings into the air.

Warn him before leaving: "If I can't find Mephis, you will die."

Memphis's wings were injured and he couldn't fly, so he didn't run away. I followed the blood and feathers all the way to catch up and found him in the upper reaches of the Black River.

I landed on the river beach and walked towards him. Maybe it was because the way I carried the knife was too scary. He thought I was here to kill him, so he shouted palely, "Wait a minute!"

There was still a piece of Garcia's black feather on the blade. I poked the black broadsword on the ground, and was about to kneel down to comfort him, when he said in a panic, "As long as you don't kill me, let me do whatever you want!" OK!"

"...Huh? For example?" I wonder how far he can go.

Mephis lowered his head and bit his lips. About ten seconds later, he raised his head and dodged his eyes: "You, I heard that you like angels. My appearance seems to suit your taste. If you don't mind, I... ...I can be your lover."

I:"……"

I have chased many angels, and what I enjoy the most is their process from resistance to obedience. At first, the angels treated me as if they would rather die than surrender. If I touched them, they would jump into the resting pool of the Nine Heavens to self-destruct and rebirth, like Meifei Si is the first one who would not die like this.

I only know that there are easy demons, but this is the first time I have encountered easy angels.

"Ah..." To be honest, if he didn't struggle and resist, more than half of my sexual desire for him disappeared in an instant.

Just kill it.

When I raised the knife, Mephis turned pale with fright, and retreated clutching his injured wings, saying in horror, "Don't kill me! I haven't turned into a seraphim yet, I don't want to die! I'll give you whatever you want!"

The stronger the divinity of an angel, the more wings it has, and the lower-level angels can advance through the promotion of divinity.

In my opinion, the consciousness of an angel like Mephis who takes the initiative to be a demon lover is too low, he has no bottom line than the most ordinary angel I have ever seen, even worse than Garcia just now, he wants to upgrade, Wait until the sea is dry and the stone is rotten.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I have no vision for fighting other demons in order to win his favor.

It was too easy to kill him, and he was guaranteed to die completely with one stab.

But how can I make the fight I just fought more valuable?

I sat cross-legged across from him and watched him sink into thought.

Seeing me shaken, Mephis crawled over reluctantly, and touched my wings tentatively.

Dare to take the initiative to touch my wings, what a bold and shameless angel.

Wings can be regarded as the second sex organs of angels and demons, no demon can sit still when their wings are flicked.

Memphis has no bottom line, but I really like his face, sleep for nothing.

I seriously asked, "Can you be more steadfast?"

"...Huh?" Mephis thought for a while, and said tentatively, "If you need, can I pretend?"

An angel actually said that steadfastness needs to be pretended.

I am so disappointed.

"Shut up and stop talking."

Don't let your inner being drag down your appearance any more.

I sent Mephis to the No Race Medical Hall by the Black River, healed his wings, and brought him back to the castle.