Feeding the Demon King
"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?"
He found nothing.
Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me.
"I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?"
I blinked up at him.
Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.
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