13. Obnoxious SuitorLate morning.

  Ferdinando and Volframio were sitting at an outdoor table of a bar. The minotaur put a cup to his mouth, drinking whatever it was inside.

  "How's the dandelion coffee?"

  The living armor was eating a croissant as he spoke. The anthropomorphic bull shook his head.

  "It's... Meh... How's the croissant?"

  "It can be eaten..."

  Ferdinando looked at him, perplexed.

  "You were the one who suggested this pce."

  "I know... I don't really have a good sense of taste, or a sense of taste in general... I just read some reviews... They weren't that good..."

  Ferdinando put a hand on his eyes, rubbing them.

  "I should have known better than to trust you..."

  "Indeed you should have known better, you moron."

  Volframio let out a hearty ugh.

  "Hahahahahahaha!"

  "So, what did you want to talk about?"

  Ferdinando looked at his friend, scrutinizing him.

  "I wanted to talk about our 'friend' the Demon lord. It seems to me that he became slightly more motivated tely."

  The living armor made air quotes while saying 'friend'.

  "I didn't noticed it honestly. Still... I heard that he managed to almost get killed.

  "How? He doesn't seem the kind of guy to get into troubles... Well... Into anything, actually..."

  Volframio rubbed his head with his index finger.

  "He just got unlucky. However, if that misadventure will lead to him being a better trump card, then... He should get more of such events maybe..."

  The living armor tapped his fingers on the table.

  "Maybe... Still... I was thinking... I only manage to train him for an hour in the evening every other day. Could you just desist teaching him useless stuff? I want to catch the drift and train him more."

  Ferdinando kept a straight face, hiding an increasingly boiling anger.

  "Useless stuff, you say? How is he going to become a good ruler without knowledge?"

  "How can he become a good ruler if he's dead?"

  Ferdinando was left stunned.

  "That's true..."

  "Then leave it to me. Once he becomes strong enough to hold his footing, you can teach whatever you want to. Even how many cylinders you need to fill a cone."

  "That problem is unsolvable with the informations you've given."

  The two looked into each other's eyes, challenging each others.

  "Fine. You've won, Volframio. You'll get my share of hours of lesson too. Don't waste them. Or i'll demote you, putting you to dust Basalto beach."

  The armor pointed his fingers toward the regent.

  "Worry not! I guarantee that the scrawny man becomes someone worthy of our respects."

  As the two were having an argument, a demon, with long blonde hair, dressed in a rather refined suit and with a sheated sword on his hip entered the guild. He went to the reception where he put the ad of a commission on the counter.

  "Raising star Gennaro Diecimiglia is returned from his commission and is ready to get paid. Also, tell my bro i'm here. But first... The money."

  The receptionist, another male demon, did as he asked, fetching the man's reward and giving it to him.

  "That's your reward, sir."

  The demon swiftly took his reward.

  "Now go call my bro."

  The receptionist nodded. He climbed up the stairs until he reached the top floor. He then went towards the guildmaster's office. He knocked on the door.

  *Knock Knock.*

  "Enter!"

  The voice replied with a welcoming yet slightly condescending tone. The receptionist opened the door. The office was full of smoke.

  'How has the fog descended in here...'

  "Boss... Your brother is downstairs."

  The guildmaster, who was smoking a cigarette while comfortably sitting at his desk with his feet, was pleasurably surprised by the news. He rapidly stood up and then he ran off downstairs. As soon as he met his brother, the guildmaster let out a squirm as he hugged the tter.

  "Brother! You returned. Have you managed to capture the fugitive bandit leader Wolfgang?"

  The brother reciprocated the hug.

  "Obviously! After all, i'm the rising star of the adventurer's guild."

  The brothers ended their embrace. At the same time, the receptionist returned to his pce.

  "So, how are things going?"

  "Not bad... But also not really good. We still ck hot stuff... Our top employees are C-rank at best."

  The adventurer punched his own chest.

  "I may not be a C-rank, but i'm ready to be a D-rank soon."

  The guildmaster sighed.

  "You're our only hope... We can't really find any new blood who is also a decent adventurer... Think that we managed to assume a guy so weak he's a H-rank."

  The demon ughed.

  "H-rank? What a useless being..."

  The guildmaster smirked, giving his brother a couple of pyful hits to his arm.

  "He may be a useless being, however... He seemed to have gained the simpathy of your dear Vionte..."

  The adventurer was shocked.

  "What? Are you telling me that my girl is with someone like a H-rank adventurer? I thought my girl had high standards... Not a love for the horrid..."

  "Not only that... She was so interested in him that she was willing to enroll herself at the guild..."

  "REALLY? I remember my girl was always against being an adventurer! And she willingly joined the adventurer's guild?"

  "Yes."

  The guildmaster then diverted his eyes.

  "For a day... She managed to trick me into dismissing her..."

  The other demon looked at him with an annoyed look.

  "Bro... You've never been a smart person."

  He then took the sungsses from the brother's head, putting them in his own pocket.

  "You don't need these to be blinded by your idiocy..."

  "THOSE ARE MINE!"

  The guildmaster tried to get his sungsses back, without success, as his brother used his arm to shield himself and the stolen sungsses. As the guildmaster turned his head, he saw the receptionist trying to suppress a ughter.

  "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT! RETURN TO WORK!"

  "I'm already working..."

  The receptionist puffed.

  "Bro... You are indeed not smart at all..."

  "That's what you were born for..."

  Brando looked at him with a confused expression. The guildmaster started climbing the stairs, making signs to Brando telling him follow him.

  "Let's have a drink together. There's a wine i was waiting to drink for a special occasion. And what better occasion than two brothers meeting again and a good news?"

  Brando nodded, without any real participation, and started to follow the guildmaster.

  "You know, brother? There's this girl... I think i've fallen in love with her..."

  As the guildmaster was talking, Brando made approving noises whenever his brother paused.

  'Who cares...'

  In the afternoon.

  Timotea and Agamennone were ready to train. The two were ready to spar on one of the training zones. The two people approached each other.

  "I want to remind you. NO CHEAP SHOTS! They're useless in training. Got it?"

  The catgirl's tone was stern. The two were ready to shake their hands when, suddenly, Agamennone lit his hand on fire. Timotea swiftly retreated her hand. Agamennone started ughing wildly.

  "ARE YOU AN IDIOT?"

  The catgirl furiously punched the young man's gut.

  "OUCH!"

  The man fell down like a sack of potatoes.

  "Magic isn't something you use to pull stupid pranks! That's the reason children are forbidden to use magic! That single w managed to reduce the mortality rate and the injury rate by a lot. And that was way before i was even born!"

  Agamennone failed to listen to the girl. He was still ying on the ground, holding his hands over the area that was struck. He wasn't breathing, only to be able to do that after another short amount of time. Timotea crouched in front of the young man, extending her hand to him.

  "Get up. We should start training."

  He took her hand, slowly standing up. He then scoffed, leaving the girl on her own, who shrugged in response. He was breathing fast. Agamennone wandered a bit in search of a possible companion.

  'Huh... I really hate strangers... I don't like the idea of knowing them...'

  The young man was noticed by Tiberio the lizardman who was also in search of a companion.

  "Want to join me? Huh... What was your name again?"

  With an annoyed expression, Agamennone walked towards him, ignoring the question.

  "If i must..."

  The demon lord walked over another sparring arena, the one Tiberio was standing on. The anthropomorphic lizard was happy.

  "Great! Now get ready!"

  Tiberio ran towards the other man, swinging one arm. The other man, whose expression changed from a bored one to a scared one ran away from him.

  "Where are you going! You should dodge or block, not flee!"

  Tiberio started to chase Agamennone. Being faster and possessing more endurance, The lizardman managed to chase the demon lord, who was now panting heavily and had his hand on his guts. Tiberio stopped swinging his arm, Instead he put one of his hands on the other person's shoulder.

  "Are you feeling well?"

  Agamennone noticed the change of demeanor of Tiberio. He turned towards his colleague, rolling his eyes in response.

  "Let's start over."

  As Tiberio said that, he extended his arm towards the other young man, who decided to go along with it. As he did that, however, he channeled some magic in his hand. As they shook hands, Tiberio's arm was subjected to a weak electric discharge. The anthropomorphic lizard's eye twitched as Agamennone started to smirk.

  "THAT'S SCUMMY!"

  Tiberio broke the handshake, his arm feeling slightly numb. With his other arm, however, he threw a body blow to his opponent, who fell forward on the floor.

  "Ouch!"

  'Again...'

  Another figure, a male demon, approached them in a hurry, he was angry.

  "YOU TWO, COME WITH ME! NOW!"

  The demon lord looked at him with a confused expression. Suddenly his arm was grabbed by the anthropomorphic lizard, who started to follow the demon, forcing the young man to do the same.

  "We are in trouble..."

  Agamennone and Tiberio were sitting on chairs, in front of a desk where the demon was sitting on. They were located in a pin office, where most of the decorations were posters about either scantily cd women, parsley in every form immaginable and motivational quotes.

  "ARE YOU TWO COMPLETE IDIOTS? WE ARE NOT PLAYING, WE ARE SPARRING! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BEING COMPLETE FOOLS WHILE SPARRING HAVE HORRIBLE CONSEQUENCES! THAT'S WHY WE HAVE RULES TO FOLLOW WHILE SPARRING!

  As the demon yelled at them, the two guys were't really listening to him. Tiberio was too much focused oogling at the sexy posters.

  'That cowgirl is sexy as fuck! And that demoness is very hot too!'

  While Agamennone was busy reading the inspirational quotes.

  'Always watch the sky, as that is your objective... I only see a ck of ICBMs...'

  The demon noticed their ck of interest in his discourse.

  "I'M TALKING TO YOU TWO! CAN'T YOU TWO FOCUS FOR A SINGLE MINUTE?"

  The couple was surprised and returned their attention to the demon.

  "Y-yes, professor..."

  Agamennone nodded, without saying anything.

  'it's not a matter of can, it's a matter of want.'

  "SUCH KIND OF MISBEHAVIOUR IS A GRAVE OFFENSE! THIS TIME I'LL JUST WARN YOU, BUT THE NEXT TIME YOU BOTH WILL BE EXPELLED! AM I CLEAR?"

  The anthropomorphic lizard gulped while slowly nodding. Agamennone nodded too, but he was btantly bored.

  "You two are dismissed. From now, it's your responsibility not to get kicked out."

  The couple stood up from their chair, leaving the pce in an awkward manner. Tiberio looked at the other man, as if wanted to ask him something, but Agamennone didn't noticed him since he was already lost in his own mind.

  '... -Lieutenant, come inside, it rains!

  -There's no reason, corporal. It rains outside too.'

  The demon lord giggled, leaving Tiberio confused, before he looked for a brief moment at a sexy poster as he was leaving

  'What is he thinking... Better think about other things... like that bombshell there.'

  Agamennone was near the exit of the academy, ready to leave the pce when Vionte ran toward him, with Timotea walking behind her. The half-succubus was quite angry, yet she refrained from shing out fully

  "Where do you think you're going?! You'd get lost even in your own bedroom!"

  Agamennone instinctively expressed all his frustrations by assuming a less stiff pose.

  "You won't avoid any reprimand today!"

  The girl put herself in front of her housemate, searching eye contact while she talked to him. Eye contact that Agamennone refused to reciprocate.

  "I though you were above almost getting expelled for being childish and mishandling magic! I'm really disappointed in you!"

  Timotea watched the scene without saying anything, only feeling a bit of confusion. Her friend tried to put her face closer to the young man's one, but the tter just turned away and tried to leave her, but was stopped by an arm put on his shoulder.

  "That's your game, huh? Well, i still have responsibilities towards you and i can't let you lose yourself in the city. So... Don't try to flee!"

  Vionte's voice managed to irritate the demon lord, who refrained from replying.

  'I don't want to argue or i can't return home...'

  "Let'a go then."

  The indigo-haired girl, with Agamennone after her, went towards the exit. As they did that, Timotea interjected.

  "Vio, he's old enough not to be babysat. You should leave him to his own devices instead of micromanaging him."

  Vionte's eyes widened, then she turned towards her friend. She was slightly agitated.

  "I'm not micromanaging him! Well, maybe a little but... Otherwise he'd do his own bid-"

  The girl closed her mouth with both her hands. The catgirl sighed.

  "Huh... Vio... You should learn not oversee other people so much... Let him be. If things go wrong he can always ask for your help back."

  The half-succubus instinctively grinned her teeth, before taking a deep breath.

  "Fine..."

  The girl failed to completely hide her annoyance. Meanwhile Agamennone smirked.

  'She can struggle too then...'

  But he was soon met with the girl's piercing gre as she turned her head towards him, which gave him shivers. She marched towards the door, making a hand sign to Agamennone to follow her, only for the dark-haired girl to speak again.

  "Leave him to me. I'll make sure he will not lose himself, if that's what you fear.

  The half-succubus was looking her friend with suspicion. Meanwhile the young man looked at Timotea and was surprised.

  'Does she have four ears?'

  "Why should i leave him to you? He literally lives together with me. You make non sense."

  Timotea scratched her head, with an apologetic expression on her face.

  "Yeah, you're right... Maybe it's better if i call you ter and organize things better, ok?"

  Vionte nodded. She then approached Agamennone, snapping her fingers in front of him. She noticed his look now focusing on her.

  "There you are, shall we go?"

  With a subdued smile the girl told again her housemate to follow her using handsigns. Said housemate soon followed her. As they were leaving. Timotea stiffened hearing their conversation.

  "Why does that girl have four ears?"

  "You should ask her, and her name is Timotea. Also, she probably heard you right now..."

  The catgirl sighed.

  'Sometimes i really want to beat him to submission...'

  The dark haired girl soon left too. She went in the opposite direction the couple went. As she walked towards her home, her hair straightened at the sight she experienced: a blonde demon with a sword sheated at his hip and quite muscur who was entering a grocery store. She hid behind the nearest corner she could find and whipped out her phone. Her recipient soon answered.

  "Timotea, when you said ter i thoug-"

  "It's urgent! I saw Brando here in the city!"

  The recipient let out a deep breath.

  "... Thank you... Is there something else you want to tell me?"

  "No... Not really... I'll hung up."

  Timotea closed the call and put her phone back in a pocket. She then controlled the street.

  'Phew... I don't see him. Time to slip up.'

  The catgirl got out from the hidden corner and ran through the street. Meanwhile Vionte also put her phone back before taking a deep breath. Agamennone turned towards her.

  "What happened?"

  His tone cked any form of real concern, and was made out of pure curiosity.

  "It's just... That a guy that i don't like has returned in town."

  The guy's look was skeptical

  "And something like that needed a phone call?"

  "You seem interested... You want to hear the long story then?"

  A subtle smile appeared in her face.

  "Yes."

  The indigo-haired girl cleared her throat.

  "There's a guy, whose name is Brando, that is trying to... 'seduce' me..."

  The girl made air quotes as she said "seduce"

  "He's horrible at it. Not in the dorky, endearing way that usually comes with inexperience and ck of trust in self, but in the self-aggrandizing, slimy way typical of who has the exact opposite problem. So one day he started to annoy me, trying to approach ne, sending me gifts and flowers and calling me with nicknames which are inappropriate given our negative retionship. He once had the audacity to call me 'his loyal pet.'"

  Agamennone soon imagined Vionte behaving like a dog excited to go on a walk with her tongue out and some sporadical bark. He then exploded in ughter. Vionte gred at him.

  "What's so funny about that?"

  "I imagined you behaving like a dog. Also..."

  He pointed at the choker on her neck.

  "I think you like being a pet, given that colr you're wearing..."

  The girl flicked his nose after gring at him.

  "Ouch."

  "To end our current discussion, he's an annoying prick that defies my requests, overstep my boundaries and refuses to give up. He also sleeps around a lot, something i wouldn't care about if not for the fact that he does that while trying to woo me..."

  The young man nodded.

  "I'm sure that sooner or ter he'll do something that would allow me to get rid of him. I cannot lower my guard though, because i don't know how hard he is willing to try to get me..."

  Agamennone did not reply, having nothing to add.

  Agamennone was studying in the kitchen. He was reading a math book. He was also writing on a notebook.

  'I think such things are manageable. Derivatives are the same, integrals are the same, and so on...'

  He wrote the derivatives rules in the notebook, followed by the integration rules. He then started to read the book again, until he started to find out theorems with weird names, leaving him puzzled.

  'What is this Bevi theorem?'

  As he read better, his confusion faded away.

  'They're just the equivalent of theorems existing in my world.'

  Meanwhile, in the same room, Odoacre was cooking some steaks.

  "Why are you studying?"

  Agamennone replied showing all his boredom.

  "Because i need a document that says that i had a decent education."

  The man nodded.

  "How are things going, lord?"

  "It seems fine."

  The older man turned towards the other man. He immediately recognized the book he was reading.

  "Are you sure that studying on my daughter's middle school's schoolbook is enough?"

  The young man was shocked.

  "What do you mean 'my daughter's middle school's schoolbook'? Do they teach such things in middle school?"

  Odoacre nodded.

  "They do. The results aren't that great though. Vionte struggled at that time, and Veronica, my other daughter, was overwhelmed. Their cssmates were mostly in the same situation and most of the css, in both cases passed with the bare minimum, and only because their teacher understood that such things were difficult. That only applied to people who tried to study though. Students that weren't even trying had to take a test to avoid to repeat the year."

  Agamennone sighed.

  "I hope it's enough. I didn't even want to be here yet i have to submit to bureaucratic whims by the same people i've been summoned by!"

  "Rules are rules. However i'm sure that your condition has been taken into consideration."

  The older man used a comforting tone. However his attempt at comforting the demon lord failed. Agamennone didn't react in the slightest after hearing such words. Suddenly, the couple heard some knocking sounds.

  *Knock Knock.*

  "Agamennone, can you be useful and open the door? I have some steaks to attend."

  Agamennone stood up, randomly keeping the pen he was writing with in his hand. He reached the door and started to look from the peephole. He saw a blonde demon with twirled horns and a bouquet of flowers.

  'I think he's that Brando guy.'

  He turned towards the other man.

  "There's a blonde guy at the door with a bouquet of flowers."

  "I understand. Ignore him. Maybe he'll leave."

  *Knock knock knock*

  The demon outside continued knocking on the door. The demon lord approached Odoacre, interested in watching the steaks as he pyed with the pen in his hands.

  "I'll tell you. I'm not good with battles of attrition."

  "Neither am i, honestly."

  Agamennone scratched his chin.

  "Do you have something like... Ammonia, hydrochloric acid, caustic soda?"

  The older man was puzzled.

  "Yes i do. Why do you ask?"

  "And where are they?"

  "Answer my question first."

  Odoacre looked at Agamennone, who suddenly started to ugh.

  'I'm sure i won't like what he'll say."

  "I mean... Have you ever heard about people that go in a bar to drink and then they either get hospitalized or die because they are accidentally served cleaning products, ranging from detergents to caustic soda or hydrochloric acid?"

  The demon lord spoke with a straight face. Odoacre didn't take that well.

  "I never thought i had to say it out loud but... That's attempted murder! And that's illegal. Why don't you come up with a decent pn instead?"

  Odoacre sighed

  "Also, either if he indeed dies due to your pn or not it's guaranteed that we'll be found out."

  "That's a good point..."

  Other knocking sounds were heard.

  "I have to finish cooking, why don't you entertain him? I'm sure that with your innate friendliness you'll manage to get rid of him."

  The sarcasm in his words was btant. Agamennone didn't seem disturbed by that, and agreed with his pn. He went to the door, opening it, revealing the demon behind, who swiftly dropped on his knees, presenting the bouquet

  "My beautiful dy, i've returned just for-"

  He then noticed that it wasn't Vionte who opened the door, but a man. Brando remained composed despite being surprised.

  "And who are you, if i can ask?"

  "I'm myself."

  Brando stood up, putting the flowers back.

  "Mr. Myself then, can i ask what's your business in this home?

  "I'm visiting my uncle. Can i not?"

  "You can obviously do that... Can i ask, however, the reason for such visit?"

  "Sure. As you know... My uncle suffered a heavy loss..."

  As he heard that, Odoacre's head moved downwards, as if his neck lost all its strength.

  'He's an idiot...'

  Brando kept his composure, while Agamennone started to giggle, trying to suppress such giggles as best as he could.

  "A heavy loss? Has he lost any close retive?"

  "Indeed... He lost his dear daughter some days ago... It was a tragic accident... She was returning home while a random piece of pster fell on her head, killing her instantly. It was a very unfortunate accident."

  Agamennone's attempt to adopt a warm tone failed, as he sounded like a sadist instead.

  "That's strange, Both Veronica and... My girl... Vionte always had a good perception."

  "Indeed... However in that precise moment... Your girl... was distracted by a piece of chocote that fell in her cleavage, trying to remove it before it melted and stained both her body and her clothes... Such coincidences... They feel almost as they've been contrived by someone, or something..."

  Meanwhile Odoacre put a piece of paper in his ears, not finding that story funny in the slightest. He also started to whistle.

  "Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that..."

  He started to cry.

  "Oh... Vionte... We were so close... We were soulmates... I can't even... Think that you've left us..."

  "It's really sad to hear that your beautiful love story has been cut like this..."

  "I know... I remember the st time we met, before i left for my test mission... We were on a date, walking in a idilliac scenery, a green field... It was sunset, and we were both contempting the beauty of such field bathed in orange... We kissed... I then made her mine... We fucked like rabbits..."

  "I understand... And i really like your attempt to keep your tone coherent."

  "Thank you... I... I'll leave then... I need to mourn... My girl..."

  Brando slowly left the house, destroyed by the news he just received. His face turned downwards, looking at the ground. As soon as he heard the sound of the door being closed, he sprang up like nothing happened.

  'What an idiot... I'll make sure he learns his pce. Now, however, it's time for some fun...'

  Meanwhile, inside the house, Vionte's father removed the pieces of paper in his ears. He looked at the other man with a stern look.

  "You're an idiot. That was a lie so stupid that made my skin crawl..."

  Agamennone who was ughing after he close the door, was slightly surprised by the reaction.

  "It wan't really a lie i made up to be convincing... I just made up something to annoy him. Wasn't that what you wanted?"

  "It was, but you could have avoided telling something so stupid like that Vionte died."

  "It was a pusible story."

  "Death can always happen, but your execution of the story was pityful, and that made your story unbelievable. Not to talk about you giggling as you said such stuff."

  There was a trace of contempt in Odoacre's tone.

  "And the steaks will soon be ready. Call my daughter."

  "Even if you only wanted to annoy him, of thousands of things you could have told him you said that i've died!"

  Vionte was dining together with her father and Agamennone, looking the tter with a cold gaze.

  "It worked, hasn't it?"

  Agamennone replied with an annoyed tone.

  "Of course it hasn't! He just went through your attempt at annoying him to keep appearances. He'll return like nothing happened."

  The half-succubus put a piece of steak in her mouth, still gring at the young man.

  "Still, i was thinking, Are you sure that he's dangerous? He didn't seem to me that him was... that bad, you know."

  Despite they weren't that close, that question made Vionte's blood boil.

  "Of course he doesn't seem that bad. It's his tactic, you know? Or do you want him to always hold a sign reading: 'I'm evil'? Trust me. It may not be an easy task for you, but... Do it..."

  Agamennone, also eating his steak, turned from the girl to Odoacre, with a rather apathetic look in his eyes.

  "I obviously believe my daughter. It's the duty of a father to believe his children till proven otherwise. Like how science works. Other than that, i have interacted with him quite some times, and i can perceive that he's no good. Even worse than someone like you."

  An awkward silence fell on the table. The three people continued to eat their steak, sometimes adding some bread or drinking some wine or some water. Vionte was the first to break that silence, her tone inquisitive.

  "You may not be the most perceptive person, but i'm sure you have noticed a couple of things that put you off, haven't you?"

  "I mean... A couple, yes... But that doesn't mean that his so dangerous you have to be warned in advance... Other than calling you 'My girl' and thinking that the two of you being sex-crazed fit a romantic scene... He could just be some idiot who thinks that sex is everything..."

  While Agamennone's tone expressed uncertainty, the girl's expression was full of annoyance.

  "I understand. I've nothing more to add. I can't change your idea without your trust. I hope you'll manage to reach my same conclusion as soon as possible."

  Said that, the girl continued to eat, drinking some water, only to be surprised by another question.

  "Still... Just to know... Is it true that you are, or at least were, together?"

  The girl almost choked. She managed to swallow the water, breathing heavily afterwards.

  "If you had used only the present tense i would have pinched your cheek without mercy, just to make you understand how dense you were. But since you hand enough salt in your head to also have added the past tense, making it a legitimate question, my answer is: I've never been with him."

  The girl then resumed eating, putting a piece of steak in her mouth.

  'I hope he can get it... Brando is dangerous.'

  'She's emotionally involved. She's probably overreacting.'

  The three continued to eat their dinner.

  It was night. In a park, only illuminated by a the light of a magical mppost, Brando and a rather-pin-leaning-on-the-ugly-side-looking horse girl were making out while sitting on a bench. The girl was also slowly stroking the demon's penis which was peeking out from the open pants. The two stopped kissing for a moment. The woman was almost crying.

  "Brando, i don't know how much happy you're making me. I'm so gd to have you by my side..."

  The demon put a finger on her lips.

  "My sweet angel, don't cry. I'll make your worries vanish."

  'Shut up... You're wasting my time!'

  The demon looked downwards, towards his appendage, and soon his look was followed by the girl's.

  "You know, sweet angel, Brando Jr. wants some kisses too..."

  'Make your mouth do something useful!'

  The girl nodded. She stood up, only to kneel in front of him and starting to suck on Brando Jr. with a slow pace. Brando smirked.

  "Thank you, sweet angel."

  'What a peaceful night now that she's stopped bbbing.'

  The blowjob continued, with Brando putting his hand behind the girl's head to add momentum to her motion. That made the girl hesitate a bit, but nonetheless she was willing to continue. The action continued till the demon reached the climax. As he did, he noticed the girl was instinctively trying to retreat her head, only for Brando to keep her head in pce with his hand.

  "Don't worry, it's not that bad. It's an acquired taste..."

  'You should be honored to drink my sperm.'

  The girl proceeded to ingest his seminal fluid as it was ejected from his body. Once the ejection ended, she proceeded to lick all the remains on the demon's penis and on her mouth with her tongue.

  "You're right, it's not that bad... You said it's an acquired taste... Are you talking from experience?"

  Brando let out a hearty ugh.

  "Obviously not. I just read it on a book about how enstablish an healthy sexual retionship..."

  'Who do you think i am, you worthless slut! I'm a real man!'

  The girl slowly stood up, sitting next to Brando. She then opened the backpack near her, which was hers, and picked a small box from it. She was trembling a bit from the sheer intensity of her emotions.

  "This is just a small gift to express all my gratitude towards you."

  Still trembling, she put the box between the two of them, opening it to reveal a bracelet made of silver.

  "Oh, that's lovely. I'll make sure to treasure it. I'd like to wear it too, but i fear about losing it..."

  'That thing is thrash. She has absolutely no taste. I think, however, that i can sell it for a bunch of coins, maybe around one small golden one and three small silver ones. '

  The demon man picked the box, putting it in his pocket. He then closed his pants.

  "It's te. I have to go home. Good night, Domenica."

  "Good night Brando."

  The two of them stood up, each one going into their separate way. While the girl was happy, jumping around as she returned home, Brando was just walking.

  'Be sure Vionte. One day i'll make you mine like i do with these homely wallet girls i'm seducing. Then you'll lose all your smugness and will acknowledge your pce: Between my legs.'

  Brando let out a smirk as he thought that.