how to seduce an angel

Garcia flew away, so I had no reason to stay, so I fluttered my wings and followed him.

His wings were injured and he couldn't fly very far. He stopped at the river beach opposite the Lecini Harbor and tore off the blood-soaked clothes on his back.

I parked opposite him and circled him twice.

"Garcia."

He seemed sure that I would not touch him, and he neither guarded nor paid attention to me. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed the wing, trying to snap it back into place.

As soon as he moved, the wound tore open, and fresh blood gushed out again, winding down the muscles of his back, but he kept moving, as if it wasn't him who was hurting.

Before I defeated Dempsey, I was not invincible, and I got myself to this point every now and then.

The battle with Dempsey was the most tragic, and my neck was cut horizontally. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and my vitality was tenacious, so I used magic power to temporarily seal the bursting blood vessels, only to save my life.

Right now, I'm the best at it.

"I come."

I slapped his hands away and checked his injuries.

The broken part of the base of the wing is a bit misplaced, and thick blood scabs are coagulated around it. It seems that he didn't heal well after being cut by me.

"Do you have a knife?" I asked.

Garcia glanced at me condescendingly, and finally said, "Have you found Memphis?"

When is it time to return Mephis, I turned back to him and touched him everywhere, saying: "Ah, what?"

The veins on Garcia's forehead twitched, he immediately pressed my hand, and stared at me.

I looked at him happily, and raised my eyebrows. His eyelids twitched, and he looked away abruptly. After a while, he let go of my hand and pulled out a dagger from his waist.

"It would have been better if you hadn't been obedient earlier."

I took the dagger to remove the blood scabs around the wound, threw the dagger away, and stretched out my hand to snap his dislocated wings back to their original position.

Garcia snorted, his entire back stiffened into an iron plate.

I don't know much magic, so I summoned a magic book from the air I didn't know how many years ago and bought it with a few magic crystals. According to the instructions on a certain page, I simply set him a magic book that trades pain for speed of healing. black magic.

There are other healing spells available, but this is what I'm going to use, I love seeing him endure the pain.

The broken wing gradually healed, Garcia's lips were pursed and turned white, without making a sound, his eyes were closed, only the long and dense eyelashes were trembling in the intense pain.

I squatted in front of him and admired it for a long time, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his slightly frowning brows.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and looked at me with a pair of black and white pupils, the icy chill overflowed from them, he retreated slightly, avoiding my hand.

"You really don't look like a demon," I said.

Garcia refused to answer me and asked, "Where is Memphis?"

"What are you doing with him?"

Garcia moved his lips that had regained some blood, and before he could speak, I said, "Don't say it's none of my business, he's my girlfriend, you can't trouble me if you want to trouble me."

"you……"

"Of course, if you're willing to be my friend with benefits, I won't care about him. You can do whatever you like with him."

All demons love killing and sex, and they like to show off no matter what they do. Garcia, who looks serious, is a rare species.

"I'm not an angel," Garcia said.

Apparently he's heard about me too.

I said, "Occasionally I can change my taste."

Garcia looked me up and down with those cold eyes.

"Stop! That's the look!" I called out to him, "I don't like it when you look at me like this, but I like it very much."

Yes, both likes and dislikes.

The look in his eyes makes me uncomfortable, but there is a certain quality I like hidden in it, so there is this contradictory state.

Garcia looked away and said, "I only do the above."

what.

I asked: "Is there nothing to talk about? My skills are very good."

Garcia: "..."

It seems that this matter can not be reached.

What a disappointment.

I have no patience with the devil, and I don't really want to waste time and talk to him.

Matters on the bed are all about what you want and what you want, and coercion is meaningless.

Fortunately, I wasn't very interested in him at first, so let's just forget it if I can't sleep.

If you can't be a friend with benefits, you have to do business. I stretched out my hand: "I don't do charity. I saved your life last time. This time I helped you heal your wings and you have to get paid."

Garcia's eyes flashed and he asked, "What do you want?"

I really don't want anything.

After thinking for a long time, his eyes fell on the pair of dark wings on his back, and he said casually, "Then let me touch the wings a few times."