Demon King Castle. Snowflakes drifting.
Demon King's bedroom. Spring is in the air.
Under the warm light, surrounded by spellcasting materials covering the bed, Shami sat in the middle with a dazed expression.
He's not the type to readily adapt to luxury, nor find it difficult to revert to simplicity. Even though he often engages in various play with several Demon Envoys, at critical moments, he can still maintain a strong independent release capability.
But now, Shami finds he has no desire at all to manually handle these dazzling spellcasting materials.
Deep within his brain, various sensual images bombard his nerves, stirring his primal male desires repeatedly.
