Afternoon…
Clang!
Tang!
Ting!
Toooongg!!
Aiden, who was lying on the bed, eyes open, his hands at the back of his head, heard the clashes of swords but didn't care much. His thoughts were elsewhere.
He knew the story, how it went, as his character was inevitably slain as the mid-boss. Maybe in the story, the hungry incubus had more to suffer than the story showed, as he was now.
Yes, he hungered for lust, but he calmed it down—seducing women, plucking one after another, like the goddess-like beauty beside him.
Her golden hair cascaded down as her heavenly face slept in slumber. He could watch her face all day and still not be bored.
He seduced, manipulated, did what he could to survive, but as he remembered the night when he was at the edge of death, his ember forcefully lowered to his tortured depth. A ringing voice echoed.
Will I follow the whisper of the plot?
Was it truly inevitable that he would one day lose by sheer hunger and…
just die by that fucking MC's hand?
