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Kenzo was relieved that he managed to slip it in just in time, preventing any possible interruption from the demon that resided in his home. 

Mrs. Wong moaned passionately, her cries resembling those of a wild animal. Kenzo swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds that escaped from her parted lips. The only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic clapping of their bodies.

Despite Mrs. Wong's tendency to nag and annoy, there was no denying the exquisite quality of her intimate region. Perhaps it was because Kenzo was well-endowed. The more inches a woman could take, the greater his satisfaction. And this particular lady here had no trouble accommodating his entire length.

Unexpectedly, Beelithina walked in on them, witnessing Kenzo thrusting his hips into Mrs. Wong. He anticipated a surge of anger from her, for he had blatantly defied her orders.

Beelithina's smile widened as she licked her lips, relishing in the tantalizing sight before her.

Kenzo, though confused, didn't let it bother him. The intensity of the moment consumed his thoughts, leaving little room for anything else.

Mrs. Wong experienced an orgasm so powerful that it seemed to seize her body. Her legs gave way, and she lost consciousness in the midst of her pleasure.

Kenzo couldn't fully comprehend what had just occurred, but he couldn't deny the heightened sensations he experienced. He wondered if it was just him or if others shared in this intense experience.

Kenzo clicked his teeth in satisfaction, knowing he had achieved a significant milestone in his transition. 

"I can't say I'm sorry. This was necessary," he blurted out, but Beelithina couldn't believe that a mere human believed he could outsmart her.

"I knew she was watching," Beelithina revealed to the assassin, leaving Kenzo puzzled about the relevance of her statement. "You knew? Is that why you left the door unlocked?" he asked, and Beelithina nodded.

"I wanted to see if you could tap into your dormant powers as an Incubus without fully transitioning," Beelithina explained.

"And are you satisfied with your experiment?" Kenzo inquired as he made his way to the bathroom to wash off. Though out of sight, the conversation continued.

Beelithina assumed it was his powers that made women swoon, but she was beginning to realize that Kenzo had a unique ability to draw out the desires of others, regardless of his Incubus nature.

This begged the question: what kind of monster would he be once he completed his transition?

She couldn't have found a better candidate, and this realization hit her when she successfully directed the nurse's desire onto the cab driver. It was an inexplicable phenomenon, especially given that she was already supposedly under Kenzo's enchantment.

"I will keep on testing it," Beelithina commented, but Kenzo raised a brow upon hearing this.

"What do you mean?" Kenzo questioned, intrigued by her statement.

"You're still not an Incubus, the transition isn't complete," the demon revealed, causing Kenzo to suspect she was playing with him.

He yearned for immortality, knowing that the longer he remained in his current state, the more susceptible he was to harm. However, he couldn't deny that there was still no noticeable change in his body, even though all his wounds had miraculously healed.

Nevertheless, he realized that even without being an Incubus, indulging in sex still held its benefits, such as the healing factor it provided.

"I see," Kenzo responded, maintaining an indifferent tone. He didn't hold much interest in the details, but one thing he knew for certain was that he had to eliminate this demon sooner or later.

"Aren't you curious about what the requirements are?" Beelithina asked, hoping to pique his curiosity.

"Not really," Kenzo replied, his lack of interest stemming from the newfound realization of his healing abilities.

"You're a fascinating human," Beelithina remarked, but her words fell on deaf ears as the assassin remained silent, his focus solely on his own objectives.

-

Miles, in the aftermath of the incident, diligently followed the trail that Kenzo had inadvertently left behind, a trail that had eluded the others. He couldn't determine if it was a mere accident or a deliberate act by Kenzo, given his exceptional skills. Was Kenzo attempting to communicate with him?

Miles felt a surge of flattery, believing that these clues were meant for him. After all, why else would they exist? He discovered a discarded mask along the way, further solidifying his conviction. He followed the trail until it led him to an alleyway where he had witnessed the collapse.

There, amidst the sight of blood, Miles noticed something peculiar—a second set of footprints. A smile slowly crept across his face. 

"He's alive," Miles muttered, but this was exactly what he had anticipated from the skilled assassin. He knew that an event of this nature wouldn't be enough to kill Kenzo. However, did the presence of another set of footprints imply that Kenzo was not acting alone?

No, Kenzo didn't strike Miles as someone who worked well with others, so this possibility seemed unlikely. 

"Miles, what are you doing?" Endo called out, spotting the dark-skinned man in the distance.

Miles faced a decision. He had the choice to either disclose the clues he had just uncovered to Endo, thus aiding the other assassins in their quest to eliminate Kenzo, or he could keep the information to himself. "Ah, I just came to take a piss," Miles lied, discreetly tucking the mask away in his backpack.

Miles fabricated the lie, aware that his obsession with Kenzo was known among the other members. He wanted to believe himself special enough for Kenzo to want to communicate exclusively with him. It might have been a delusion, but it played into Kenzo's advantage.

But what was Miles' goal? What did he hope to achieve by concealing this information from the others?

The answer remained a mystery, shrouded in his own desires and motivations.