1 Day ago

Pink neon lights flickered amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets, emitting crackling noises. They formed the silhouette of an erotic female body, beckoning with an inviting gesture.

Next to it, a sign illuminated in deep red, accompanied by a devilish tail forming the words 'Devil's Love.'

Upon entering the building, one would encounter numerous scantily clad women wearing all sorts of accessories that matched the store's name. Red, sharp fingernails, form-fitting, enticing clothing, and headbands adorned with small devil horns.

They seduced the customers, danced on rotating poles, and ensured that everyone who entered this world felt comfortable.

The store was bustling with activity, yet the counter remained completely empty. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a slightly smaller figure seated on a stool, its legs dangling above the floor.

Impatiently, it stirred its drink with a straw. Eventually, a woman approached the figure. Probably the mother, one would think, until she began to touch the small person affectionately before settling on its lap. The woman's eyes pulsated in a lovely red, her lips neared those of her counterpart.

Just before they met, a hand intervened. Gently, the woman was lifted and placed on the ground by the small person.

"I'm sorry, but your charm won't work on me," a friendly voice said, while the woman seemed frustrated, almost angry.

With an offended "Tsk!" she disappeared as quickly as she had come.

The small figure smiled.

It's always the same with women, when will they ever learn...

Then he took another sip of his drink. It had a reddish color and was slightly cloudy.

"The stuff they serve here used to be better, well, whatever...", he muttered.

After a long wait, another woman approached the person, although she was different—much broader and fuller, with massive rolls of fat spilling out of the tight-fitting dress. With every step she took, an unmistakable booming sound accompanied her, easily matching the bass of a stereo system.

Every time one of her enormous feet slammed the ground, it caused the person at the counter to sway slightly on the high stool. With raised arms and full-bodied movement, the mighty woman suddenly jumped toward the much smaller figure and embraced it lovingly.

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"Aki, I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed joyfully as she wrapped her massive hands around the person's back and hugged tightly, though to outsiders, it might seem more like she wanted to crush him.

"I can't breathe, let go!" he muffled from almost completely engulfed within her body, before the woman released him.

"Oh, I'm sorry! But you're just so cute, I can't resist!" The woman innocently blinked at the boy, whose white hair was completely tousled and his expression bewildered.

"Also, I've told you plenty times not to call me 'Aki'," he protested.

The woman seemed contrite, suddenly bowing down—or at least as well as she could given her stature. "I sincerely apologize, esteemed Akira Kurgoi, ruler of the human world and sweetest boy on Earth," she said in a playfully serious tone.

"Former ruler, that is," He corrected her, "Dear Laureen Serkasteen," and returned the bow.

"Oooh, right," she nodded, excitement causing her to wobble up and down. "Come on, you gotta tell me everything about him!" Her bouncing became so much, it caused waves in Akira's drink, almost spilling it over.

The sight of this mismatched pair, even for such a place like 'devil's love', was still an eyecatcher.

It was like hanging the finger-painted picture of a three-year-old in the art exhibition of a world-renowned artist such as Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci. Many puzzled looks were directed at the strange couple.

But they didn't bother. Amidst the attractive women, who tried to seduce desperate men, they sat there calmly and discussed the latest events.

"...I think I really messed up; as soon as he realizes I tried to kill him, he'll run away in panic from me," Akira said disappointedly, taking a sip of his drink. Then he seemed to have an idea as his eyes widened. "Yeah, I'm gonna drown all my sorrows now!" He took another, larger sip.

Laureen just watched him in misery, unable to comprehend. "Aki, that's just grape juice," she said somewhat desperate. "As if we sell alcohol to kids here."

"I'm 1573 years old," he retorted, slurring his words, "...technically."

"But now you're human." Laureen raised her arms up and stretched them out in a presenting motion. "And I can't risk having my wonderful love oasis visited by the police. Then I'd be fucked. Not literally, unfortunately."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said, making a dismissive waving motion with his hand. "Everyone's gotta look out for themselves..."

"Anyway…! Back to that human," Laureen grinned mischievously. "You really seem to like him, Aki-dear."

He choked on her words and coughed. "I-it's not what you think! You know exactly why I'm concerned about him!"

Laureen's smile grew larger. "Yes, of course I do." Then her look grew more serious as she looked Akira up and down. "But you're the one who got yourself into this mess in the first place. It's as if I was complaining about having too many customers after running naked in the street."

Akira looked somewhat bewildered at her—she just laughed amusedly. It was a laugh of the grunting sort. Highly contagious and disturbing at the same time.

Her expression turned serious again. "Why didn't you just manipulate his mind? If you really wanted, he'd be at your feet right now."

"Oh my God," Akira exclaimed, touching his forehead in disbelief. "I didn't even think about that! I'm such a stupid! Hahaha…"