Chapter 304: Affectionate Behavior

Chapter 304: Affectionate Behavior

Boros's resentment was significantly reduced by Wen Ying's chaotic display of affection.

—Wen Ying was being so passionate, he must still like him a lot.

Conclusion: The efforts of that group of humans were utterly useless.

Wen Ying clung to Boros affectionately for a long while, secretly observing the demon's expression. Seeing the tension in his face ease, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

With his arms hooked around Boros's shoulders, Boros effortlessly lifted him from the waist. Despite the fact that the magic mirror demon hadn't changed much in size, he was still relatively small among the demon race. Boros's physique could fully encompass him.

Wen Ying's enthusiasm stirred another desire within Boros. His arms held the demon tightly who was wrapped around him, and the unfamiliar, surging desire made his gaze burn with eagerness.

Noticing the change in Boros's aura, a piece of information suddenly flashed through Wen Ying's mind, which had been filled with yellow trash. It caused his own passionate impulse to wane.

The creature before him was an underage demon, just ninety-nine years old.

Boros, whose eyes had been dazed and blazing hot, suddenly felt a chill run through his body. Physically, Wen Ying had somehow attached a magic card to him at some point, releasing a very low-level spell.

Though crude, it was enough to disrupt the romantic ambiance.

Boros's eyes widened for a few seconds in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Wen Ying climbed off Boros and brushed his hand away. "I just remembered that you're still underage."

Boros: "…Demons can do it after they turn ninety."

Wen Ying shook his head. "That's still considered underage."

It was the first time Boros despised the human age of maturity—Wen Ying was barely in his twenties!

Wen Ying glanced at Boros's well-defined pectorals, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes.

"You'll be of age soon. You don't have that much patience?" Wen Ying said mischievously. "I recall a certain demon mentioning he'd wait until he came of age…"

Boros pressed his lips together, glancing away. Wen Ying loved bringing this up.

Wen Ying beamed. "Your pride in your strength has failed you."

"The future is uncertain." Despite this, Beros remained determined to strive and become stronger than Wen Ying, not just in the human realm but also in the demon world, where he aspired to be at least on par with him.

This was Beros's final act of stubbornness.

Observing Beros's ears twitch, Wen Ying couldn't resist reaching out to touch them. As his hand encircled the fluffy appendage, it trembled even more in his palm.

Wen Ying rubbed the pierced area with his index finger and thumb, gently weighing the golden earring. He noticed Beros's Adam's apple bobbing fiercely, prompting him to curiously explore the black collar around his neck with his other hand.

"Beros, there's something I've been curious about for a long time."

Wen Ying deliberated over his words, observing the collar around the neck of Cerberus, the three-headed hound of Hell. The collar truly was an accessory that accentuated rawness and hormonal intensity. When seen adorning a male physique honed to near perfection, it had the power to involuntarily evoke divergent thoughts, altering the wearer's outward demeanor.

Wen Ying is anything but innocent. He's an avid surfer and a typical otaku with a penchant for lewd content. He keeps a keen eye on various fan artists and is often found among the enthusiastic fans eagerly squealing for their favorite artist's new creations.

"Why do you wear this collar around your neck?" Wen Ying paused, attempting to phrase his question gently. He tapped the black collar with his index finger. "It doesn't seem to suit your personality. Your bracelet appears to match the collar as well."

Boros keenly sensed the underlying excitement that the other demon was trying to conceal in his tone as he spoke. With a hint of contemplation in his heart, he replied nonchalantly, "It was crafted by my mother, who said it would be of great assistance to me in the future..."

Boreas paused in his casual, detached tone as he spoke, his thoughts already dwelling on the emotion Wen Ying sought to conceal. Now, sensing that something had clicked into place, he regarded Wen Ying with a hint of suspicion.

Wen Ying felt as if his mind was being probed by those inquisitive red eyes, causing him to shift his gaze away in a mix of guilt and awkwardness.

His hand still rested on Beros' collar, the cold temperature making his heart palpitate. His big toe was almost digging a three-bedroom apartment into the ground.

Beros seemed to grasp something. "You like this?" Could his mother's mention of assistance have referred to this? Beros was baffled. As a demonic canine, he naturally disliked anything resembling a collar, let alone wearing one willingly. But his mother had explicitly stated that it would greatly aid his future, so he had naively assumed it would bring some kind of fortune.

Beros' expression was peculiar. He had some understanding of why Wen Ying's gaze had wandered, thanks to a living example at his side - Essence, the succubus, who was quite adventurous.

But Wen Ying... well, considering his personality, Beros wasn't surprised at all.

A subtle change crossed Beros' face, and a chill ran down his spine. His ears perked up, bristling with alarm -

He couldn't defeat Wen Ying. If Wen Ying shared the same interests as the succubus Essence... the collar he had grown accustomed to wearing suddenly felt different, as if the hand on his neck were tightening.

Wen Ying dared not ponder what might be going through Beros' wide-eyed stare. He tried to maintain composure and change the subject. "Cough, let's discuss what we need to do next. The Demon King assigned us Mirror Lake City. I've already made some arrangements..."

Both terrified and embarrassed, they eagerly embraced the change of topic. The conversation shifted smoothly, much to the satisfaction of both demons.