Chapter 4

I was a demon hidden in the human world.

A long time ago, I saved a little boy. It was the only good deed this demon had ever done.

Time had brought us to this day.

I wore a tight-fitting shirt, the lines of my muscles clearly visible even through the fabric.

Noah’s steps faltered when he saw me.

I pulled his hand. “Don’t worry, it’s just for exercise… nothing more.”

He gathered his courage, brushed his hand over my arm, then with a surge of bravery, touched my abs, pulling my shirt up slightly. Across my stomach was a glaring, jagged scar.

He tenderly touched the scar, pressing himself against me.

My excitement soared. I looked down. Noah’s actions were far from innocent.

For a split second, I wanted to grab Noah’s head and pull him down *there*, to use those soft lips to amuse myself…

In the end, I just ruffled his hair. *Don’t rush… don’t rush…*

My hand lingered in his smooth hair, unwilling to leave.

I sensed the wetness. He was crying…

“It’s an old wound,” I said.

“I know.” Noah lowered his gaze. I suspected his wiped memories were returning.

I started setting up the professional equipment, demonstrating a few movements for him.

My muscles rippled subtly with each movement, an even more tantalizing sight beneath the black compression shirt.

But Noah still seemed preoccupied.

It wasn’t until I pulled him onto the exercise equipment.

A few dozen minutes later, Noah was completely spent, lying motionless on the machine…

His cheeks were flushed, his hair damp with sweat, his breathing uneven and ragged. His eyes, vacant with exhaustion, looked like someone who had just reached climax.

“Senior… could you rub me down…”

Noah was truly delicate.

The moment my hand touched his skin, he began to moan.

“Oh… ah…”

I knew Noah didn’t mean it that way, but his voice made my wall of reason crumble.

I massaged Noah’s

thighs, my hand unwilling to leave his skin.

Skin hunger? No, how could a demon suffer from such a human ailment?

Noah suddenly lowered his voice, but the low groan at the end echoed in the empty room, reaching my keen ears.

My hand, moving with a captivating current, kneaded Noah’s leg. I warned him,