The Taste of His Mouth [M]

It was time for the demon to leave. He got up from the soft bed and took a look at the room that had yet to encapsulate June's interests. Lantis's black wings sprouted from behind him and wrapped around his body, reforming the dark clothes that he wore.

The demon only looked down at the wriggling June burrito on the other side of the bed. Such a pitiful creature that couldn't even stand on his own. "Since you're already up, you might as well give service to your grumbling insides. It would be bad for you to starve."

"H-Hey, are you still there?" June cried out, stuck between the bed and the cabinet. However, there was no voice that answered him as if Lantis had already left. "L-Lantis, wait! Lucirien, help me up first!"