how to seduce an angel

I don't like being touched by others, the feeling of being controlled makes me very uncomfortable.

I rarely let my lover touch me when I go to bed, but I like to watch my lover lose control under my touch.

Ever since I saw Garcia, he has always maintained a cold and aloof expression. The more he is like this, the more curious I am whether he will fail in this situation.

Before he could answer, I leaned over and grabbed his wings.

Garcia's feathers are hard at the root, but soft and fluffy at the end, which feels good to the touch.

I unscrupulously touched the part near his back all the way to the folded part of the wings, pinched the hard bones and rubbed them repeatedly.

At a certain moment, Garcia's hands on his knees suddenly tightened, his breathing missed a beat, and he sensitively pulled his wings back.

I grabbed his wings and couldn't squat stably. I was brought forward and fell forward, and my chin hit his shoulder all of a sudden.

I was a little annoyed, and grabbed his wings and shook them: "What are you hiding?"

Garcia simply spread his wings completely with a bang, shook off my hand completely, stood up and backed up a few steps, and swung a chain with his hand, entangled my hand.

His complexion was very bad, as if he had been touched by something dirty, staring at my hand that was entangled in the chain, he grasped the front end of the chain tightly, retracted it swiftly, turned around and flew away without looking back.

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The place where the chain had been entangled was still cool, and I looked at my wrist for a while before realizing that I was disgusted.

It is easy for demons to have a good impression of their own powerful demons, so in the demon world, there is no demon I can't take down. I have always been the only one who refuses others. This is the first time I have been treated like being tied and thrown away.

"..." What are you doing?

He is a devil but not an angel, he just touched his wings, but he didn't do anything to him, so why did he react so violently?

baffling.

The incident with Garcia was just an episode. The Lecini Harbor was close in front of me. I flicked my wrists, exercised my muscles and bones, and flew to the opposite side.

Lacini Harbor is one of the junctions between the two worlds of gods and demons, and it is also the largest trading port between the two worlds.

Unlike the ruins of the holy spirit where demons are not allowed to set foot, there are a large number of demons haunting here, which provides great convenience for me to find Deville.

The bay of Leciny is so far from my castle that I hardly ever come here.

After being delayed by Garcia's matter for a while, it was already dusk, so I simply folded my wings and landed on the market to wander around.

As I passed a stall selling murals, a portrait of a Seraph caught my attention.

The blond-haired angel was sitting by the window of the temple reading a book, with slender and well-proportioned hands holding the spine of the book, with a superior profile, and a pair of amber eyes under the beautiful and clear browbones.

Outside the window are groups of young angels playing around, the noisy scene is separated by a window, the window is quiet and peaceful, even the falling light is gentle.

He was wearing a silver angel uniform with a high collar, buttoned up to the top, trying to suppress the reverie of others to the greatest extent.The exposed part of the pigment is very light, so light that it looks like it is glowing, and the feathers are snow-white. Whether it is appearance or demeanor, it gives people a feeling of alienation. It seems that everything in the world will not be reflected in his eyes. eye.

I stopped to pick up the painting, and unconsciously stroked the wings in the painting with my fingers.

This is an interactive painting. The moment I met him, the seraphim in the painting raised his eyes and looked over.

I subconsciously held my breath, and my heartbeat seemed to have stopped, but he only glanced at it, then turned his eyes away and continued to read.

I froze for a while, and suddenly an uncontrollable desire to destroy——

Wanted to run my hands into his blond hair, wanted to smack his fingers, ravage his wings, kiss his lips, make him look sick.

Just thinking about it is enough to make me react.

At this time, the owner of the stall noticed me and immediately came up to sell me: "Do you want to buy... Lan, Lansa?"

The boss is an angel. He was shocked when he saw the painting in my hand. He snatched the painting and hugged it in his arms. He said cautiously: "You, you, you devil! Don't even think about getting your hands on Mr. Deville!"