I Saved a Demon, and Now He’s After Me

She had saved a man who had almost become a demon’s sacrifice. Eden brought home Bezel, who remembered nothing but his name. From that day on, her nights changed. “Bezel? Wh-what the hell is…?” Even through the haze clouding her head, she could tell something was wrong. Her body, which should’ve been lying quietly in bed, was half hanging off the side, and both her legs were draped over the man’s shoulders. But that was nothing compared to what Bezel was doing to her. He had his face pressed close to her s**, tongue extended as if about to touch her underwear. “W-what… what do you think you’re doing!” Eden panicked and frantically tried to get up. Bezel, who had been staring with wide, unblinking eyes, slowly furrowed his brow. Tsk. He clicked his tongue and grabbed Eden’s slipping calf. “…So I’ve been caught.” This had to be a dream. Otherwise, there’s no way a man so endlessly gentle and kind by day could be doing something this obscene.