Belial x Tang Jinqing ①
Beria felt he was going to die.
He was a demon, the lowest-ranking of all demons.
As a low-ranking demon, he had always lived a life of idleness and complacency in Hell, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky every day. Occasionally, when he felt hungry, he would sneak down to the human world and secretly inhale the lustful stench emanating from the men and women engaged in the great harmony of life. His life was relatively peaceful.
Low-ranking demons were not originally required to go to the battlefield, but recently the Hell Legion has suffered too many casualties and its forces are not enough, so he was forced to fill the ranks in this war between the Heavenly Demons.
The consequence of being merely a filler was that, when a beam of angelic light swept over him, he was used as a shield by a cowardly demon. The holy light drained the negative energy from his body, and before he could even scream, everything went black and he fainted.
When he opened his eyes again, all that remained was smoke and corpses strewn everywhere. The Hell Legion had clearly not discovered he was still alive and had long since retreated, treating him as nothing more than a discarded pawn on the battlefield, just like the other corpses.
He tried to sit up, but his abdomen felt eerily empty, as if his core had been ripped out. Even trying to mobilize a mere wisp of stagnant energy failed him.
That's it. His turbid energy is almost completely depleted. Forget about traveling between the two realms to return to Hell. If things continue like this, in a few days, he won't even be able to maintain his demon form.
What made him even more desperate was that he had no way to call for help. The demons relied on fluctuations in turbid energy to transmit signals, but he couldn't even condense a decent fluctuation.
After much deliberation, Beria concluded that going to the human world seemed to be the only option left.
*
School was over, and Tang Jinqing was walking down the alley with her schoolbag on her back. Just as she turned the corner, Aunt Zhang called out to her, "Jinqing, you're back? Have your mock exam results come out yet?"
As soon as he announced his score, several neighbors gathered around. Grandpa Wang patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "You truly are a promising kid in our neighborhood! Much better than my naughty son. He should learn from you!"
He listened to the praise all the way, a gentle smile on his face, nodding and replying, "Thank you, Auntie," and "Grandpa, you flatter me."
Pushing open the door, he went straight to his desk, put on his glasses, and opened his homework. In less than half an hour, the homework was filled with neat handwriting.
He tidied up his homework, then turned around, picked up his schoolbag, and took out a delivery box with the words "daily necessities" printed on it.
Upon opening the box, I took out a cup. The cup featured a striking red and black color scheme, with a matte black base and a ring of bright red silicone patterns around the middle of the cup. The inside was made of light red soft silicone, which felt as smooth as jelly.
He gently pressed the soft silicone inside the cup; the texture was more delicate than he had imagined, and it would slowly bounce back when pressed.
It looks alright, but I don't know how it will perform in practice.
The setting sun shone through the gauze curtains, casting a soft glow on the lenses of his silver-rimmed glasses. He raised his hand to push up his glasses, then got up to lock the door from the inside and made sure to draw the curtains closed.
He sat in the chair, the soft silicone enveloping him, fitting him better than any he had ever used before, with the red pattern in the middle of the cup perfectly positioned.
My fingertip touched the raised round switch on the side, and without thinking much, I pressed it.
With a soft hum, the vibration first spreads from the bottom of the cup, trembling against the skin with a regular frequency. Then the cup begins to slowly contract, as if a layer of soft flesh is gently wrapping around it and slowly tightening.
His Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, and his hand, which had been resting on the armrest, clenched involuntarily.
Damn, that feels so good.
First gear, second gear, third gear...
The vibrations grew louder and louder. He groaned, tilted his head back, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his vision became blurry.
Suddenly, I felt that the sensation had changed a little, and I suddenly felt a weight on my body that was warm to the touch.
He snapped back to his senses, his eyelashes fluttering as he opened his eyes. The sight before him stunned him instantly: where the cup should have been, a person's head was now hanging down.
What happened?
The person in front of her suddenly raised their head, and Tang Jinqing was stunned. No, this person in front of her shouldn't even be described as a person.
It was an almost eerily beautiful face with dark red pupils. The black leather tube top she wore barely covered her chest, with silver chains adorning the edges.
Two long, crescent-shaped horns protrude from his dark curly hair, and a pair of dark red wings spread behind him. A slender black tail hangs from his tailbone, with a fluffy red feather at the tip, gently brushing against his leg, causing a slight tickle.
What's this?
A monster?
Tang Jinqing composed herself and asked, "Who are you?"
Beria's cheeks ached from being stretched so much that he couldn't even squeeze out a complete breathy sound, and tears streamed down his face.
He felt anxious and aggrieved. He only wanted to possess the sex toy, secretly absorb some erotic energy when humans used it, regain his strength, and then return to hell.
Who would have thought that this human was so powerful that he couldn't hold on any longer, and that's when he uncontrollably revealed his true form.
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