Sly devil

Kon's life took a dramatic turn after that. Although the devil hasn't forced him, all he does was pleasure Kon everything night.

And against all judgement, Kon found himself, eagerly waiting every night.

He still hates the Devil to his bone, but he can't deny the pleasure the devil gives him.

Countless times, Kon has tried to pleasure himself, but it doesn't seem to work.

It was as if his body have gotten used to the devil's hand, and only want them on him.

“It's time for dinner.” The scorpion announced the moment he came into Kon's room.

Kon lay, sprawled on the bed after another unsuccessful masturbation.

Before the devil, he hasn't thought of masturbating. But since that night, it's all he can think of.

And what's worst, he always imagined the devil doing all those things to him.

“Kon?” Scorpion called out when he got no response from the snappy boy who seems to know what to say all the time.

“What's it?” Kon snapped.

“It's time for dinner,” Scorpion said in a neutral voice.

“I wil