I am no longer human!

Chapter 36 The Sin of Lust: Devilo's Temptation

Babylonian College, bar, sofa area.

The black-haired boy, who had just drunk a few cups of the Crown of Arrogance, lay dozing off on the soft sofa.

The sofa was a wide, dark gray leather seat with cushions as soft as marshmallows; once he sank into it, he never wanted to get up again.

This was Damian's first time in a bar, a place he had previously considered a source of guilt. However, slightly tipsy, he felt the softness beneath him, the cool air from the air conditioner above, and the pleasant light music drifting through the lobby. He found the place surprisingly nice.

There were just too many female devils dressed like the scantily clad Veronica, and for some reason, they would often wander around him as if they were lost, making him too embarrassed to look anywhere else and forcing him to stare at the glass the bartender handed him while drinking in silence. That's why he got drunk so quickly.

Tapping.

Just then, accompanied by the sound of heels tapping on the stone floor, Damian, slightly tipsy, suddenly smelled an alluring fragrance.

The aroma was very faint, yet it seemed to possess a certain magic, giving Damian an unconsciously refreshing and pleasant feeling, even dispelling some of his slight intoxication.

"May I sit next to you, Damian?"

A gentle female voice came from behind, every syllable of which seemed to have been carefully polished, as melodious as a clear spring in the night breeze.

"sure."

Damian, who was never good at saying no, agreed before he even opened his eyes.

"Heh...you agreed without even looking at me?"

This action caused the female devil to cover her mouth and chuckle softly; her sweet, bell-like laughter was even more melodious than the soft music playing in the hall.

Damian slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a tall female demon with a pair of huge curved horns on her forehead. A black veil as thin as a cicada's wing could not conceal her sculpted, beautiful body, making her appear mysterious and full of demonic charm.

Damian remembered the other person's name: Diviro Asmodeus, the Sin of Envy among this year's Babylonian freshmen, and like Lady Alicia, a descendant of the Seven Lords of Hell.

Why would she, a descendant of a lustful monarch, come to find me?

The black-haired boy's body tensed up involuntarily.

This detail was immediately noticed by the observant female demon.

"Arrogance" is a warning to her.

Realizing this, Devilo not only did not back down, but instead chuckled and moved her slender body, her pert buttocks slowly pressing against the armrest of Damian's sofa.

hiss!

This action startled Damian, who immediately withdrew his hands from the armrests and placed them on his knees instead, behaving very properly, almost like a primary school student.

Arrogance... is surprisingly innocent.

The female devil, seated on the sofa armrest, had a hint of satisfaction flash in her eyes beneath her veil.

She prefers pure male demons because she is not secondhand, so naturally she doesn't want the male demons she sets her sights on to be second-rate goods that have been defiled by other female demons.

Sexual desire is most delicious the first time you experience it, so you must be especially careful in choosing the person you share it with for the first time.

"He ascended to the tenth level of the Ladder of Will, with his mortal demonic body he withstood the pressure of a Demon King, devoured a table of delicacies, solved calculus, his magical power was so vast that it was enough to maintain the magical barrier for dozens of hours, he defeated Dolores's son in music... and even rationally refused the loyalty of Lord Gremory."

Divira recounted the many great achievements Damian had made on his first day in Babylon, and as she did so, her gaze at the dark-haired boy beneath her veil grew increasingly intense.

What a man with boundless potential, how perfect he is, and how limitless his future is!

Even if it's love as a collar, and her first sexual encounter as a rope to firmly bind the other person to stay by her side, Devilo, as a descendant of a lustful monarch, believes it's worth it.

After all, the other party could undoubtedly play a decisive role in her grand plan.

"Damian, a male demon as outstanding and powerful as you, would you really be afraid of a weak and helpless woman like me?"

The female devil teased softly, extending a slender, white finger and gently scraping the back of Damian's hand.

Zizizi!

The black-haired boy immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Then, Devilo picked up her wine glass, lifted her veil to reveal a near-perfect profile, and took a sip with her pale pink lips, leaving a faint pink lip print on the transparent glass.

She deftly twirled the glass, pointing the end with the powder stain at Damian with a meaningful look in her eyes.

"If you wish to be my friend, then drink this cup of wine."

Do we need to drink alcohol to make friends?

After a moment's hesitation, Damian slowly reached out his hand toward the wine glass that Devilo offered.

He's not good at saying no, let alone just making friends.

Almost there, almost there... Beneath the veil, the female demon watched this scene with burning eyes.

"Lord Damian, what are you doing?"

"Brother Damian, be careful of her... You've just been drunk, you shouldn't drink anymore."

Just then, the blond boy and purple-haired girl who lived not far away at the bar finally noticed something was wrong and rushed over in a panic.

The two of them were so focused on their argument that they didn't realize their house was about to be robbed.

Damn, it was so close!

Devilo was filled with displeasure as she watched the two men who stopped Damian from drinking and pulled him off the sofa, standing like an impenetrable wall in front of the black-haired boy.

As one of the seven rulers of Hell and a direct descendant of the great lustful ruler Asmodeus, even without awakening any bloodline abilities related to lust, any bodily fluids from her body are an unparalleled aphrodisiac for both male and female demons.

If he were to drink her bodily fluids directly, even a demon of noble blood like Damian would inevitably fall almost madly in love with her—with her voice, her troublesome body, her soul, and everything about her...

Then she could properly train him and make him experience unparalleled pleasure as her first sexual partner, so that the boy would never be able to leave her again.

"Lust...the sin of jealousy, what is your purpose in approaching Lord Damian?"

Raphael questioned him sharply, his face full of vigilance.

Lord Damian already has a malevolent female demon by his side, and he doesn't want another one, especially since she is the infamous Lady Nightveil on the Sin Wall, bearing the title of the Lustful Monarch.

What's it to you!

Divilo almost snapped back. She wasn't some gentle witch who could forgive her partner's infidelity; on the contrary, she had a fiery temper and was the kind of person who would bite back if a dog bit her.

However, considering that Raphael was backed by the Gremory family, who were practically the local tyrants of the Ring of Pride, and that she, having fled to the Ring of Pride with the remaining remnants of Asmodeus, should not clash with them, Devilo maintained a gentle smile on her pretty face beneath her veil and explained softly:

"I admire Damian's excellence, so I came here specifically to make friends with him."