how to seduce an angel

The luck of the misfortune is that Memphis's technique is good.

When it was over, I sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the black broadsword, which was stained with Garcia's blood.

Angels usually cherish their wings, but Memphis spread them out on the bed.

I half stood up and propped my chin, touched my back with the other hand, and said, "I am not only good at the bottom, but also good at the top, do you want to try it?"

"..."

Memphis broke a lot of my stereotypes about angels.

There are quite a few people in the demon world who want to sleep with me, and those who dare to speak out in front of me are usually demons who want to replace me.

Some of the angel lovers in the past also had such an idea, and they usually hinted in every possible way and hesitated to talk.

Not only did Mephis not feel humiliated when he was arrested, but he was eager to bring it up directly, which is really a miracle in the angel world.

I flapped my wings and flipped him over, "I told you not to speak."

After being overturned, Mephis crawled back, hugged my waist from behind, and said in a sticky tone: "Just now you called me a little darling, and you turned your face when you got off the bed. Don't you devils have hearts?" ?”

"..." I never said such a disgusting thing.

I put down the knife, pushed his hand away and threw him back on the bed, turned around and asked with a research mentality, "Are you really an angel?"

Memphis flicked his wings and said with a smile, "It's true."

As if he knew what I was thinking, he snorted and said, "Not all angels are unyielding, reserved, and restrained. Many of them are pretending. They are more dissolute than you demons in private. I am just being the same on the outside."

"So you're not my type."

"I know, you like sullen and disobedient people."

I said matter-of-factly: "Somewhat, but not exactly."

"It's enough to touch the edge, there are not many angels that completely match your aesthetics."

Mephis said: "You are very famous in the God Realm. Many angels know that you are keen to lure angels to fall, and you will get rid of them when you get it. You are a complete scumbag."

"Oh." I didn't expect my fame to spread so far.

Mephis curled the feathers on my wingtips and said, "Don't think that you demons are the only ones who want to touch angels. Many angels also want to try what it's like to communicate with demons. A big demon like you is our first choice."

At first I thought Memphis was just making excuses for his debauchery, but now I'm a little curious.

"Why? Don't you angels look down on demons?"

As far as I know, in the eyes of arrogant and narcissistic angels, we demons are promiscuous and aggressive, and we will be polluted if we get close, and are like plagues.

Memphis said, "That's right, that's why many angels feel that they are very charming. They can subdue you by hooking their fingers and make you change from evil to righteousness, but they are lured to depravity by you instead."

"..." I thought so much.

"Hey, I'm more self-aware. I don't want to subdue you. Just be friends with benefits. Your job is really good. It's much more enjoyable to do with you than with angels. Angels are always waiting for others to beg , If you want your bed partner to clamp a little bit or use a little force, it will tear your mouth, the last time you went to bed was more tiring than going to the negotiating table."

"Really? The angels I've met are quite open."

If I can't let go, I will force them to let go. After all, it is my greatest pleasure to watch the angels collapse and let go under my control, and open myself up.

Mephis turned over and said, "It would be great if every angel was as straightforward as you. Whenever you need it, you can come to me at any time."

"..."

With his attitude, I couldn't tell for a while whether I was sleeping with him or he was sleeping with me.

For me, the physical entanglement is comfortable, but it's over after the fun, far less interesting than the previous tug-of-war.

The slow, agonizing process of seducing an angel is more likely to make me orgasm than entering an angel in bed.

Memphis said that I would dump when I got it, and it was true. Angels or demons who had been conquered would only look at me obsessively. Once my partner became obedient and dependent, I would feel dull and boring, and then lose interest in them.

Mephis didn’t mention it and I didn’t pay attention to it. When he said it, I felt that the past history of sex hunting was really not interesting. Even the angel who was closest to my ideal type was still not good enough.

The kind of angel that can make me fascinated by just looking at it, I have never met so far.

I humbly asked Mephis for advice: "You said that there are not many angels that I like, does that mean there are?"

"Of course there is," Memphis said. "Have you ever heard of Dwyer?"