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Beelithina sat in the living room, careful not to leave the house because she didn't want to attract attention.

She couldn't change into a different person since she wasn't sure if the nosy neighbor Kenzo had warned her about was watching. This was her problem, but she liked being in the human world. Even with the restrictions, there were plenty of things to do to keep herself entertained indoors, a luxury she didn't have back in the demon realm.

She wondered where Kenzo was; he had been missing for a while, showing no signs of harm or interest.

She thought about why he was taking so long, suspecting it was because of his own pride. Beelithina's face showed concern, knowing that everything could be at risk once the gates opened.

She was also worried that Kenzo wouldn't be able to handle the demon Generals if they came for her. The chances of that happening were extremely low, at only 0.00001%, as their presence could weaken the barrier between the living and the dead.

The demons they might send would be stronger than her, although not by much. Even though she wasn't a strong fighter by demon standards, there was still time for Kenzo to get used to his powers. If he fought against all blood thirsty killer, he would be ready to face the demons once he completed his transformation. For now, all she could do was wait for the monster she was grooming to awaken fully.

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"Where am I?" Mizumi asked, unable to see even with her eyes wide open.

There seemed to be no danger as Mizumi realized her hands were free. Her memory was hazy about what had transpired, but she vaguely recalled encountering Kenzo before blacking out.

"Huh?" Mizumi questioned, finding herself unclothed on an unfamiliar bed. Her skin felt sticky, though not in the way she initially feared.

"Honey?" Mizumi whispered, feeling a liquid trickle from her chest to her navel. She was puzzled by the sensation.

Mizumi rose to her feet, surrounded by darkness. It was an unsettling experience.

"Um... Hello? Is anyone there?" Mizumi called out, receiving only silence in return.

This situation was somewhat expected, but could it be attributed to Kenzo? It was hard to determine.

She sensed a presence, yet each time she turned towards it, the feeling vanished.

"Kenzo, stop playing around!" Mizumi exclaimed, her composure slipping as fear crept in.

A numbness washed over Mizumi, nearly causing her to collapse but she was able to gather her composure at the last minute.

"What the heck? Was I drugged?" Mizumi wondered, only to feel hands creeping up her body, dispelling the drugged theory.

The origin of the hands was a mystery; they couldn't be emerging from beneath her due to concrete floor or surrounding her thanks to her swinging arms and hitting nothing.

The hands glided up her thighs, eliciting a faint moan that confused Mizumi herself.

Coated in a slippery substance, the hands continued their ascent, causing Mizumi to lose her balance and fall back onto the bed.

Though she initially resisted, Mizumi found herself unable to fight the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

She didn't want to resist; this sensation fulfilled a deep yearning within her, as if some primal force was answering her innermost desires.

She spread her legs apart like a canvas begging to be painted but the hands stopped.

Mizumi's breathing was already heavy, but she came to her senses the moment the hands left her body.

She now realized that it was strange that there was nobody despite feeling the physical presence of hands groping her.

"I-I have to get out of here!" Mizumi blurted out, she tried to get up, but those hands held her down.

Her wrists were pinned firmly to the bed but unlike before, she now felt a physical presence looming over her.

Whoever this person was, he had his leg placed between her thighs so she couldn't close it, but did she even want to?

"This has to be a sex dream..." Mizumi thought to herself and if it was, there was no repercussion, there was no sin in giving in completely to this experience.

The hands let go of her wrists and grabbed her neck, Mizumi couldn't believe the aggression, but this was always how she wanted to feel.

She wanted to feel helpless, she wanted to be overpowered by something way stronger than her.

Mizumi bit her lower lips, she was getting moist between the legs and couldn't believe how aroused she was, she was about to pass out before she realized that she might be in trouble, this felt too real even for a lucid dream.

With one hand around her neck, the other cupped her perky breasts, but not in a gentle way either. It grabbed it and squeezed on it like it was trying to rip it off her chest.

Mizumi was overcome with pain but boy, did she love the feeling.

"Mhhhmmm!" Mizumi moaned; she couldn't hold it, she was soaked and was ready for whatever was about to go inside her.

The hand left her breasts and slowly made its way down her navel, Mizumi wanted to see the face of who was about to fuck her, but the darkness shrouded him in mystery.

There was no telling who it was but part of her didn't want to, she could use her imagination to imagine this was her boyfriend, this would make the experience all the better.

A finger ran along her slit, she bit her lips a little too hard because it had split open, blood dripping from it but it was like this scent of blood attracted whatever was about to violate her body because its lips made contact with her mouth.

Their tongues danced together and at the same time, his finger made his way right inside her slutty temple, Mizumi began to grind on it like a bitch in heat.

She hadn't felt this good in a very long time, the buildup, the tension, the intensity was out of this world, but this was just the beginning.