Chapter 1

His innocent white socks, clinging to Noah’s ankles, stirred a mix of purity and raw desire within me. My grip tightened, almost unconsciously.

Noah trembled all over.

I traced the hollows of his lower back, then subtly twisted my hand, gently bringing him pleasure.

*How many rounds does a demon go in a single night?*

I retracted my fangs. Not enough…

As a modern demon, setting up a makeshift booth on a university campus isn’t all that unusual, is it?

I lit the incense, and the lamplight made my crystal ornaments glitter, but I felt no excitement.

Not far away, a hesitant figure hovered. I knew exactly who it was.

I put on a perfect smile, waiting for him to come consult me about his emotional problems.

I wasn’t a hasty hunter.

Too much eagerness would only scare off a simple little creature.

“Senior… do you have a cigarette?”

Noah’s clear eyes were like the purest emeralds.

I looked down at his knees, flushed from exercise, and my throat tightened. I felt a sudden thirst.

I lit a cigarette for him, and Noah choked a few times.

I leaned closer, patting his back to help him recover.

Handing Noah a bottle of water, I noticed how small his hands were in comparison. It seemed I could cup both of his in just one of mine.

Noah drank the water too quickly.

A few clear drops escaped his lips, tracing a path down his Adam’s apple.

They continued their descent, dampening his shirt, turning the white fabric translucent.

I felt even thirstier.

“Senior, you must be tired.” Noah offered the water bottle back to me, and I emptied it in one gulp.

Noah’s ears seemed to be turning red. I glanced at the bottle’s rim, then at Noah’s still-damp lips…

“Ah, an indirect kiss.”