16 Eat It All

Regarding whether Hana harbors unspeakable thoughts about Sesshomaru, the answer is definitely yes. After all, she is a demon, not a monk. The demon blood amplifies her nature, and demons never hide their desires. So, Hana painfully admits that she has improper feelings toward Sesshomaru.

Most importantly! Sesshomaru’s face happens to strike right at her particular fetish! There’s no need to understand his character; just that face alone is enough to capture Hana’s attention.

“If we really engage in intimate exchange, by the time Sesshomaru remembers…” Hana shuddered silently, sensing that she might truly become a demon of death. For the sake of a beautiful future, she chose to suppress these thoughts and continue living as a pure and desireless serpent.

On a sunlit afternoon, Hana lazily lay atop the wooden cabin roof, her tail dangling. The sunlight fell on her scales as she occasionally rolled over to ensure every scale basked evenly in the sun.

This spot had become her indispensable sunbathing place.

Perhaps due to recent thrilling events, or perhaps because daydreams seeped into her sleep, Hana dreamed during her afternoon nap.

…

“Hmph, think you can toy with me so easily?”

Sesshomaru, usually aloof and indifferent, abandoned his usual coldness. He leaned against his fluffy tail in his classic pose, yet his expression was now vivid and enchanting.

On a royal divan, Sesshomaru looked languid, lifting his chin slightly with a subtle arch of his eyes.

His slender, exquisite pupils reflected her face. His loose robe was open, revealing the elegant lines of his chest muscles.

Slowly, he sat up.

His long hair fell over his shoulders. Seeing her lost in thought, Sesshomaru curled his lips into a faint smile and beckoned with a finger.

Only two words remained in Hana’s mind: “Holy hell!”

Her gaze fixed on him, and upon seeing his attire clearly, a shiver of electricity ran through her body, leaving her stiff and tingling all over.

His tall frame sprawled across most of the divan. The fluffy tail hung down to the floor, modestly covering key areas.

He wore only a pure white robe on his upper body; beneath the thin fabric, nothing else.

His taut, hard chest muscles became even more defined, with faint hints of pink showing through.

“Come here—”

His cold tone was laced with seduction.

Unable to resist, Hana swallowed nervously and decisively chose to be enticed.

Her snake tail transformed into legs. She stepped up gracefully, swaying her slender figure with a look of barely concealed desire.

“Sesshomaru~” she sang softly, the rising intonation full of eager anticipation.

What was once a spacious divan became cramped with her presence.

She knelt on the soft couch, looking down at the reclining Sesshomaru.

His silver-white frost-like hair cascaded around him; his misty, cold beast eyes now glowed with a brilliant hue.

Pressing down on her brow, Sesshomaru clasped her waist and applied downward force.

Her body involuntarily sank.

Her upper body nestled close to his chest;I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.