Chapter 308 – Enthusiasm
by 夜阑妖歌Chapter 308 - Enthusiasm
Boros, who was anything but soft, transformed back into his human form, completely naked. Wen Ying could see that his body appeared more muscular and robust, as if he had grown in size slightly. Most notably, the youthful innocence on his face was gone, replaced by a colder, sterner expression.
Feeling Wen Ying's scrutinizing gaze on him, Boros straightened his already upright spine, infusing a subtle sense of pride with his gloomy and aloof demeanor. His wild nature now carried a touch of nobility.
"Not bad."
After his appraisal, Wen Ying let out a commendatory remark. It was challenging for humans to cultivate their bodies to the level of perfection that demons possessed. The human body was indeed an art, but perfecting it was no easy feat.
High-ranking demons, for the most part, embodied this artistry. Even the plump ones were pleasing to the eye.
The demonic race's bodies were replete with magic. Their innate pursuit of power caused that magic to burn like flames, refining their physiques and expelling impurities.
Coupled with the mystical and aesthetic demonic patterns, the visual advantages of demons, especially those of the middle and high ranks, were why the Demon King believed that his plan to invade the human realm through mental manipulation would surely succeed.
If not for Wen Ying, the Demon King would have been cursing and railing in his palace every day.
Boros yearned to hear more compliments from Wen Ying, but the latter only offered two words, leaving the hellhound deeply disappointed. He was a genuine Cerberus, surely meeting Wen Ying's aesthetic standards. Yet, Wen Ying did not heap praise upon him.
Wen Ying was still disappointed that Beros' true form wasn't furry. Beros was a complete shape-shifter; he appeared fluffy but wasn't. He missed his little white pet.
Beros couldn't resist and wrapped his tail around Wen Ying's waist. "I've matured."
"Hmm." Wasn't it obvious?
Beros hinted again and again, "The things we didn't finish before..."
Wen Ying suddenly understood. His smile was teasing and meaningful as he said, "I thought you weren't keen on such matters, considering how firmly you disliked it before."
Despite saying so, Wen Ying reached out for Beros' tail, sliding it through the gap between Beros' tail and his waist, coiling around it, and gradually tightening his grip.
His hand slowly caressed down Beros' face, tracing his cheek, jawline, neck, collarbone, pectoral muscles, and finally stopping at his waist and abdomen.
Beros' breathing became heavier. His lips were slightly pursed as if he was trying to restrain something. His red eyes burned with a dark, intense heat. The demon suppressed his excitement, and the muscles under Wen Ying's hand were tense.
Unable to hold back any longer, Beros took the initiative, pulling Wen Ying into an embrace. He leaned down, resting his chin on his shoulder. His hand traveled up from Wen Ying's waist, feeling the firm flesh of his slender waist.
Wen Ying turned his face and bit Beros' earlobe. In truth, he wanted to try biting Beros' ear on top of his head and see what expression he would have.
Wen Ying submitted to Beros' touch, his eyes narrowing slightly as the demon's heated breath fanned across his skin, igniting an unfamiliar spark of desire within him.
A low growl from the excited demon fueled Beros' ardor. With one hand, he lifted the Mirror Demon and spread his bat-like wings, soaring toward their destination in Mirror Lake City.
The inexperienced Cerberus was unusually enthusiastic, its actions resembling a dog's eager gnawing.
Wen Ying tried to kick the demon off him but failed; Beros caught his ankle. Seeing the hint of triumph and provocation in Beros' gaze, Wen Ying raised an eyebrow in response.
Just reaching adulthood, Beros was eager to test the limits of angelic power.
The two figures tumbled on the bed, their movements accompanied by the faint whoosh of fists and legs. In a blink, the silver demon unfurled four pairs of wings, partially enfolding the muscular frame beneath him.
Beros' hands were pinned to the headboard by Wen Ying, his gaze unwavering as he studied the hybrid demon atop him. The silver tresses cascading down like a waterfall over his body elicited a tingling, fiery sensation.
"Still quite a ways to go," Beros rasped, his tone devoid of defeat, maintaining his sharp edge and relentless drive.
Wen Ying's hands itched with anticipation. The body beneath him, which tantalized his personal preferences, combined with the flushed yet proud and aloof expression, stirred unsettling thoughts within him.
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