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Beelithina felt a sense of satisfaction for having turned Kenzo, knowing that he would fulfill the void within her. 

The power she could draw from him would grant her eternal existence in this world. She was curious to see how long he could resist the urges that would grow stronger with time. The desire men had for her was something she enjoyed, relishing in the sinful gazes of humans.

Her thoughts wandered to Kenzo, pondering whether he was attending to his responsibilities or if he found himself in a perilous situation once again. 

Regardless, she didn't concern herself too much with his affairs. 

Bound by contract, he was unable to harm her or sever the connection between them. 

With her vast experience spanning millions of years, she understood the true nature of humans. 

Kenzo was no exception; he, like everyone else, was enslaved by something.

Yet, Beelithina couldn't shake off the feeling of an impending threat. 

Something was approaching, although she couldn't discern its nature. 

Suddenly, a knock at the door disrupted her thoughts. 

She had no intention of answering, even as the knocking grew louder. 

Beelithina knew that Kenzo wouldn't appreciate someone intruding on his home, and there was little this person could do once they realized he was absent.

She remained seated, her mind wandering. The danger of hell was real, and demons were on their way to her newfound sanctuary. 

But why would they break a taboo for someone as insignificant as her? 

As a Succubus, she would ultimately fade away if she lacked the demonic energy to sustain her form. 

However, she had found a source, deliberately making Kenzo a target. 

They wouldn't come after her directly, but rather focus on the person providing the energy she required.

Beelithina was a carefree demon, she has always been but there wasn't any such thing as a good demon. 

-

Centuries ago, the realm of hell was enveloped in a peculiar kind of peace, where the anguished cries of tortured souls filled the air like sweet melodies. 

To demons, it was a symphony that brought them a sense of satisfaction.

Amidst this dark backdrop, a demon with curved horns, burning red skin, and deformed wings reveled in the torment of a condemned soul. 

The soul writhed in agony, its cries and screams echoing through the infernal abyss, yearning for the death it had already endured. Yet, there was no reprieve to be found, for the soul had squandered its chances of redemption during its mortal existence.

Unbeknownst to the suffering soul, a set of eyes fixated on its plight, observing how a mere human responded to pain. 

Curiosity burned within this otherworldly being, eager to understand the depths of human suffering.

"You shouldn't be here," a voice warned the curious observer.

"Ajambo..." the demon responded, recognizing the voice.

Ajambo, even in its true form, was a sight to behold, a beautiful demon with a horn adorning its head like a regal crown. Its crimson complexion contrasted with a single eye that resided in the middle of its face.

"Curiosity isn't always a virtue, young one," Ajambo cautioned.

"Why does that human cry?" the demon inquired, lacking wings and possessing three eyes, one of which sat firmly on its forehead.

"Pain, my dear, is the essence that brings forth tears from the deepest recesses of the soul," Ajambo explained.

This demon, a Succubus, had always known pleasure, even pain inflicted upon it resulted in a twisted form of ecstasy. 

Every sensation it experienced was a delicate dance, a lustful interplay between its own desires and the needs of the humans it encountered. This included going deep into the realms of hardcore BDSM, exploring the boundaries of pleasure and pain.

"Fascinating," the demon mused, captivated by the complexities of human emotions and the intricate web of pleasure and suffering.

This demon was no other than Beelithina.

- 

Kenzo made his way back to the apartment, but his attention was immediately drawn to a man standing outside. He couldn't help but wonder who this guy was, but judging from his body language, Kenzo deduced that he must be Mizumi's boyfriend. He wasn't particularly tall, standing at an average height of 5'8", but his looks weren't on the average side. 

The casual way he dressed hinted that he might be a resident of the same building.

The man noticed Kenzo's presence and a friendly smile spread across his face, prompting Kenzo to reciprocate. 

However, that smile quickly transformed into confusion when he realized Kenzo was standing beside him.

"Hello, are you here to see someone?" the man asked with concern evident in his voice. Yet, for some reason, a mischievous thought danced in Kenzo's mind.

"Yeah, my girlfriend, Mizumi," Kenzo blurted out, causing the man's expression to shift from confusion to shock before erupting into laughter.

"Is that so? You must be the guy they rescued," he said dismissively, as if he found it impossible to believe. 

Kenzo was impressed by his confidence, as most men would crumble upon hearing those words, succumbing to insecurity due to their looks being inferior to his. 

"That's me, I'm Kenzo. It seems you're the boyfriend I've heard about," Kenzo responded, initiating a casual conversation.

"I'm Osuke, and yes, I'm that boyfriend," Osuke replied, displaying a friendly demeanor that didn't quite match the image Kenzo had conjured in his mind. 

Unlike his girlfriend, Osuke was smaller in both height and build, a lanky individual with dark eyes.

Before their conversation could go any deeper, the door swung open, revealing Mizumi herself. 

As usual, her chest seemed ready to burst through the fabric of her clothing, which explained why she opted for a loose shirt that allowed her breasts to sway enticingly with every movement. 

It was a seductive sight that caught Kenzo's attention as he couldn't help but wonder what monstrosity laid beneath. 

Mizumi seized Osuke by the collar, dragging him into her room without even acknowledging Kenzo's presence.

Kenzo knew exactly what this meant; something had made her libido peak.

"They ate it..." Kenzo thought to himself with a grin.