The already wet opening softly accepted the finger’s intrusion, like it had been waiting. It didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable.

Her intimate area, already wet before he even touched her, welcomed his invasion by pleasurably squeezing his finger while her inner walls quivered.

This was clearly the response of a body well-trained in pleasure.

Romei, embarrassed yet feeling good at this unfamiliar side of herself, tightly shut her eyes. If this moment were a dream, she wished to wake up as soon as possible.

But confirming this wasn’t a dream, the devil began roughly probing her inner walls by moving his finger.

An unbearable pleasure surged through her, making her intimate area uncontrollably wet. Lewd, squelching sounds filled the room. Her entire body grew increasingly hot from his touch, enveloped in heat.

“Ahh, mmm… mmph!”

“Interesting. Your body responds immediately to the pleasure I give, but your mind follows quite slowly. Truly fascinating.”

The devil spoke with a low laugh. His tone suggested he genuinely found Romei’s existence and her reactions extremely interesting and enticing.

Then he added:

“Still, doesn’t it feel much better experiencing this in reality rather than in a dream?”

“Mmm… ahh, mmmm…”

“You can vividly feel even such small pleasures. It must be incomparable to what you experienced with the familiar.”

His voice carried a kind of pride.

Of course, it was true that the sensations felt more vivid, exactly as he said. When she was with the familiar, she had been drugged and couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality, but now she was completely sober with no trace of any drug effects.

However, Romei thought being with the dream man was far better than being with the devil.

The unfamiliar responses of her body, so different from normal, were strange even to herself. Moreover, this was clearly reality, so she couldn’t excuse it as just a dream.

And feeling desire for an imaginary character felt less guilt-inducing than responding to the touch of an incredibly evil devil.

For these reasons, Romei preferred when she thought it was a dream, but she had no opportunity to answer.

The devil, however, seemed to want an answer from her as he looked into her eyes with his crimson gaze and asked. His lips wore an exceptionally wicked smile.

“Hah, nngh…!”

“How does it feel to have your p*ssy probed by a devil? Isn’t it quite ecstatic?”

Romei grimaced at the shocking word she heard for the first time in her life, cutting through the pleasure spreading throughout her body.

She knew such words existed but had never heard them directly with her own ears.

Not knowing what to do, Romei clutched the bed sheets. Though she had only heard a single word, her heart pounded for different reasons, and the shock wouldn’t fade.

The devil quietly observed her. He found it quite amusing that despite responding to his touch with a body conditioned for pleasure, she was shocked and at a loss from hearing a single vulgar word.

The devil asked, “While you’re busy feeling my touch, was that word so shocking that you had to clench your fist?”

“…”

“Or is it that you feel guilty for responding to my touch as a devil while you’re a holy knight, and you can’t bear it?”

“…”

Hit directly at her core, Romei couldn’t say anything. She simply avoided his gaze silently.

“You should actually be grateful that you can still feel guilt. Usually, my prey who are caught in traps…”

He paused briefly and removed his hand from her chin. Then he leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to her ear.

His hand wrapped around her shoulder, then moved up her nape to stroke the back of her head. His movements, flowing naturally like water, were threateningly sensual and captivating.

Romei stiffened her body, guarding against falling for the devil’s seduction. Yet her heart had already begun beating rapidly, seemingly enchanted by him.

The devil calmly admired Romei’s snow-white neck with its raised goosebumps, then whispered in a cold, chilling voice:

“Are too busy crying in pleasure to be shocked by vulgar words, let alone clench their fists.”

“Mmph…”

“Compared to them, you’re quite decent. You still have some capacity to be shocked while feeling pleasure.”

“…”

“But well, soon you too will stop caring about such trivial things. I told you, didn’t I? That I’d show you pleasure on a completely different level than what you experienced with that man in your dream. By then, you’ll be an obedient, delicious soul ready for my table.”

Romei trembled at this chilling declaration.

His message was clear. He was giving her the terrifying warning that she would become so immersed in pleasure that whatever he said wouldn’t even register, and by then he would devour her soul.

However, Romei couldn’t distinguish whether her heart was racing from fear, anticipation, or momentary enchantment with him.

Different intense and complex emotions clashed chaotically within her.

Having finished what he wanted to say, the devil slowly raised his body and pulled his finger out of her opening. Sticky fluid clung to each joint of his long fingers, creating strings between them when he spread his hand.

Temporarily freed from the devil’s grasp, Romei breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath and sort through her complicated emotions.

But the place where his finger had been kept pulsing, longing for his stimulation, making it difficult to concentrate. Additionally, the slippery sensation of her completely wet lower body also disrupted Romei’s thoughts.

While she was confused by the disconnect between her pleasure-craving body and her mind trying to assess the situation, the devil wiped his hand clean of her fluids with a nearby handkerchief and tossed it to the floor.

The examination was complete. Now only one task remained for her.

The devil quietly moved onto the bed with his shoes still on, grabbed Romei’s shoulders, and pushed her down. As Romei’s body fell backward, she naturally lay on the bed. The devil climbed on top of her.

The bed sank under his weight, and a black shadow fell across her face. Romei carefully looked up at him. His blood-red eyes stared directly at her.

She was merely lying on the bed, facing his red eyes. Yet Romei sensed intuitively that everything until now had been mere play, and from now on he would violate her in earnest.

Supporting Romei’s prediction, he reached out to lightly trace her collarbone and declared. His voice was slow and relaxed, yet somehow conveyed a sense of affection:

“You’re going to die from s*xual ecstasy.”

“…”

“Your body is already conditioned for pleasure, so dying from ecstasy will be quite simple. There’s nothing to worry about. Just cry in my arms, and everything will be over before you know it.”

Saying this, the devil immediately kissed Romei. Surprised, Romei unconsciously pushed against his chest with holy power. However, far from being pushed back, he parted her lips and began tracing her tender flesh with his tongue.

His tongue had a familiar sweetness. It was the same taste as the misty fog that permeated the air in her dream whenever she breathed.

It was an aphrodisiac.

“Ahh…”

Romei’s momentary confusion quickly gave way to the sweetness and heat spreading from the tip of her tongue. The hand pushing against his chest gradually lost strength.

When their pressed lips separated, and the devil confirmed that Romei’s deep blue eyes had become dreamily unfocused, he let out a low laugh.

“You look much more comfortable now than before. Seems like you’re getting ready to fully embrace the pleasure.”

“…What did you do to me?”

Romei asked, struggling to suppress the heated sensation spreading throughout her body.

While she didn’t understand everything, it made no sense that a holy knight couldn’t use holy power. It was one of the most basic training elements, and people without holy power couldn’t become holy knights in the first place.

The devil looked at Romei with great interest as she questioned him articulately despite having consumed the aphrodisiac through his tongue.

‘Perhaps it’s that level of mental strength that kept her mind intact even after falling into the trap.’

Thinking this, the devil grabbed her wrist and brought it before her eyes. Only then did Romei notice with surprise that unfamiliar restraints had been placed on her wrists.

“What is this…”

Romei urgently checked her other wrist. Both sides had restraints.

The restraints themselves were ordinary, but she could feel definite magical power from within. They seemed to have magic circles inscribed to block the use of holy power.

Confirming this, the devil’s malicious voice fell like rain from above her head:

“Did you think I wouldn’t take such precautions when bringing a holy knight to where I live?”

“…”

“Breaking a bird’s wings to prevent troublesome resistance is a devil’s specialty. Especially if it’s a bird sent by God.”

“…”

“How does it feel to have all your wings broken?”

The devil asked, maliciously caressing Romei’s cheek. He seemed to want her to despair at having lost both her holy power and holy sword.

But at that moment, Romei felt her confused mind settling down, bringing clarity to her thoughts.

What the devil wanted was her despair and pain. He wanted to enjoy seeing her weep and lament with all hope broken, responding to the pleasure he offered.

Romei realized that not moving in the direction he wanted or expected was precisely what she needed to do in this situation.

She was going to die anyway. With no ability to use holy power or her holy sword now, not following his wishes was the only resistance she could offer.

With this thought, her fear subsided slightly, and she felt a small courage blooming within her.

And she said firmly, “I’m not a bird.”

At this unexpected answer from her lips, the smile on the devil’s face coldly disappeared. Instead, his red eyes, sharp enough to pierce one’s core, turned toward Romei.

He looked at the strangely calm Romei. The large blue eyes set in her snow-white, pure face were much calmer and more resolute than before she consumed the aphrodisiac.

Her reaction was completely different from when she first woke up, making her seem like a different person.

Just as he was wondering if she had gone mad in a completely different direction rather than becoming pleasure-crazed, Romei’s serene voice rang out:

“Since I’m not a bird, you can’t break my wings. What you think you’ve broken is just your illusion.”

“Pfft!”

At the audacious sentence flowing from Romei’s lips, he burst into laughter. It was a joyful laugh loud enough to echo throughout the room.

Romei stared blankly at the devil suddenly bursting into laughter. Her gaze held the determination not to simply endure whatever verbal abuse he might inflict.

However, contrary to Romei’s expectation, the devil seemed to find her small resistance amusing. A peculiar gleam danced in his cunning red eyes.

The devil pinned both of Romei’s wrists to the bed sheets and said:

“The most interesting human I’ve seen lately has fallen into my trap. I don’t regret bringing you to the demon realm at all.”

“…”

“I look forward to seeing if you can still say those words while crying beneath me.”

With those final words, the devil pounced on Romei.