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ONE MONTH LATER

I exhaled sharply, trying to steady my nerves. Be calm; everything is fine. I did great, and I will look great! I reassured myself, though the pounding in my chest said otherwise.

Today was the final day of my exams—my presentation for the final exam. I had dressed carefully: a modest frock paired with a coat, pumps, and the lightest touch of makeup. I hoped it made me look confident.

The door to the auditorium creaked open, and one of my college friends walked out.

"Lisa, good luck," she said with a warm smile, giving my shoulder a quick, encouraging pat. Her simple words did little to calm the whirlwind of panic that gripped me.

My heart raced again, and it felt like I was suffocating as if the air had been sucked from my lungs. For a moment, I froze, stuck in that horrible state of breathlessness.

But then, I forced myself to move, to cross the threshold into the room that suddenly felt like it housed all my worst fears.

The air inside was stifling, thick with tension, making even the dry heat of Pandemonium seem refreshing in comparison.

Six professors sat in a semicircle, watching me like hungry vultures, their eyes sharp and expectant. And then there was the seventh—the one who made my heart race for a different reason.

Taehyung.

Leaning casually behind the desk, he looked every bit like a professor here, but only for me. My devil. My love.

He had slipped into this role just to watch me squirm, to toy with me. And as our eyes met, I could feel his amusement.

"Good morning, Miss Lim," one of the professors greeted me warmly, his voice cutting through the buzzing in my head. "Hope you are ready to present your best today."

I mumbled something under my breath, barely coherent, feeling the heat rise to my face. My mind was spinning too fast, and I wasn't sure if anyone had understood what I said.

"Please, have a seat," he continued, gesturing toward the lone chair in the center of the room. "What is your topic?"

I swallowed hard as I lowered myself into the chair, feeling the eyes of the entire commission bore into me, especially Taehyung's.

"The Biology of Emotions," I finally managed to say, my voice shaky but audible. "I chose biological sciences for further studies."

Taehyung smirked from behind the desk, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Always teasing me, I thought bitterly, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from blushing. His lips curved into a knowing smile.

"Interesting, Miss Lim," Taehyung said, his voice smooth and mocking. "So that's what you're doing today—the biology of emotions."

The way he emphasized the title and his teasing tone, made my stomach flip. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He knows exactly what he's doing.

My mind flashed back to the countless times he'd teased me and pushed me past my limits, and yet here I was—still vulnerable to him, still shy in moments like these.

Even though he'd made me shameless in so many ways, this part of me—the part that wanted to curl up in embarrassment—always lingered.

I glanced at him, my heart racing. He winked, and it sent a wave of both irritation and desire coursing through me. How could someone have this much power over me?

But I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not now. Not with all eyes on me.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus, blocking out his playful stare, and prepared to dive into my presentation.

As Taehyung spoke, his voice smooth as ever, "You can proceed, Miss Lisa. Do you think it's the best topic you've chosen for today?" I swallowed hard, feeling my nerves tighten.

"Yes, sir," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

But in my mind, all I could hear was his voice, the voice that only existed for me, whispering, "You look so hot right now. I want to fuck you here, right now."

My breath hitched. The heat in my cheeks was unmistakable, but before I could even process what was happening, the words slipped out of my mouth: "Please stop! You're distracting me!"

The silence that followed was deafening. All the examiners stared at me like I had completely lost my mind. My heart dropped into my stomach, my face burning with embarrassment.

But then, from the corner of the room, I heard a soft chuckle—his chuckle. Taehyung, stifled his laughter as he leaned back in his chair, eyes twinkling with mischief.

One of the examiners cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Miss Lim, nobody here said anything. We're all listening to you. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. My face felt like it was on fire, my entire body turning into a human traffic light, flashing between panic and humiliation. What is wrong with me?

"Oh, um... excuse me," I stammered, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. "I thought I heard a voice from outside... Can I continue?"

"Of course," the examiner replied, though he glanced at me with a mix of apprehension and pity.

Great. Now they think I'm crazy, I thought, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from looking at Taehyung. I could practically feel his smirk burning into me.

In my mind, I cursed him silently.

Stop it, Taehyung. You're distracting me. Don't tease me with your face like that.

I heard his chuckle, and his voice came into my mind through telepathy. I can seduce you with this face, and I had already darling; you are just struggling so much to resist.

I didn't answer him. I know he won't stop teasing; he is like that, but it's good because the seriousness of Taehyung is like a death for everything.

I fear his anger; I have seen him in heaven and even on the sabbat, and many times he showed his evilness to me.

I plugged my USB into the laptop, hoping to God I could regain my composure and finish this without any more interruptions.

The projector flickered on, and my presentation began.

TITLE SLIDE:

THE BIOLOGY OF EMOTIONS: UNDERSTANDING THE BRAIN'S RESPONSE

PRESENTER: LISA LIM

I cleared my throat and began, trying to focus on the slides and not on the lingering heat crawling up my neck.

SLIDE 2: INTRODUCTION

"Hello everyone," I started, my voice steadier now, though my nerves still simmered beneath the surface. "Today, we'll explore the fascinating world of emotions and their biological basis."

SLIDE 3: SENSATIONS AND EMOTIONS

"Sensory input leads to emotional processing, which then triggers a physiological response," I explained, feeling a little more in control as the examiners nodded along.

SLIDE 4: BRAIN REGIONS INVOLVED

I pointed to the slide, gaining momentum as I went through the scientific details. "The amygdala processes emotions, especially fear. The hippocampus helps in memory formation and emotional regulation, while the prefrontal cortex controls decision-making and emotional responses."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Taehyung's gaze, still teasing, still locked onto me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered. Stay focused, Lisa.

SLIDE 5: NEUROTRANSMITTERS

"Dopamine is responsible for reward and pleasure, serotonin regulates mood, and adrenaline activates the fight-or-flight response," I continued, trying not to think about how Taehyung was still watching me, likely enjoying every second of my struggle.

SLIDE 6: EMOTIONAL REGULATION

"Cognitive appraisal, emotional expression, and regulation strategies like suppression, reappraisal, and mindfulness all play a role in how we manage our emotions."

I glanced at the examiners, noticing their pens scribbling notes. At least they seemed engaged. But Taehyung?

His eyes were still locked on me, and I could feel the weight of his amusement, the way he enjoyed seeing me flustered.

SLIDE 7: BIOLOGICAL CONSEQUENCES

"Stress and anxiety activate the HPA axis," I explained, my voice gaining confidence. "Positive emotions lead to dopamine release and reward processing, while emotional dysregulation can result in mood disorders."

Why does he always do this? I thought, sneaking a glance at Taehyung, his lips still curved in that infuriating smirk. He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

SLIDE 8: KEY TAKEAWAYS

"Emotions are biological responses," I summarized, "with brain regions and neurotransmitters interacting to regulate them. Emotional regulation is crucial for well-being."

Almost there. I could see the end in sight. But Taehyung's presence was a constant distraction, his silent teasing gnawing at the edges of my concentration.

SLIDE 9: CONCLUSION

"Understanding the biology of emotions helps us better manage our feelings," I concluded, my voice stronger now, as if the finish line had given me a second wind.

I exhaled as the last slide appeared. My face was still burning from the earlier outburst, but I had made it through.

The examiners clapped politely, and I forced a small smile, my heart still pounding from the combination of nerves and Taehyung's unrelenting gaze.

As the professors began their questions, Taehyung leaned back in his chair, still smirking, a silent promise in his eyes that this wasn't over.

You'll pay for this later, his look seemed to say, and despite myself, I felt my stomach flip.

One of the professors, sitting directly in front of me, adjusted his glasses and asked, "What is the impact of emotional dysregulation on mental health?"

I took a deep breath, willing myself to focus. "Emotional dysregulation significantly contributes to various mental health issues, such as mood disorders, anxiety, and depression."

I explained. "When the brain struggles to manage emotions effectively, it can lead to overwhelming feelings, which in turn may manifest as heightened stress or even trigger long-term psychological conditions."

The examiner nodded thoughtfully, satisfied with my answer, but I could feel Taehyung's gaze searing into me. His silent voice in my mind wouldn't stop, his teasing words echoing like a whisper only I could hear.

I continued presenting for nearly another half hour, my heart racing with a mixture of tension and exhaustion.

Taehyung, of course, never stopped distracting me in my head. His silent but insistent remarks poked at my concentration, forcing me to stay composed while fighting the urge to shout at him again.

Finally, my voice grew louder, almost frantic, as I delivered the last part of my thesis, practically shouting my final points at the panel of professors who were now looking increasingly worried and, quite frankly, a little terrified by my intensity.

As I finished, there was a moment of tense silence. Then, to my surprise, they applauded politely, offering me tentative smiles.

One of them stood up and smiled kindly. "Well done, Miss Lim. You've done a thorough job. You will receive your degree in about eight days."

I blinked, barely believing that it was over. Despite the inner chaos and my silent war with Taehyung, I had made it. I smiled, thanking them softly, though my nerves still buzzed under my skin.

But as I turned to leave, Taehyung caught my eye. His expression was unreadable, but the glint in his eyes told me that this battle between us wasn't over yet.

As soon as I stepped out of the auditorium, a familiar touch on my hips startled me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Taehyung.

He was teasing my ass. I love it. He had followed me outside, and his warm breath grazed my ear as he whispered, "Meet me in my office, Miss Lisa."

I nodded wordlessly, watching as he walked away, exuding a calm authority that sent shivers down my spine.

After steadying myself for a moment, I followed him to his office, my heart racing with anticipation.

As soon as the door shut behind us, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a kiss—rough, possessive, and all-consuming.

It was the kind of kiss that left me breathless, and dizzy, as if the world beyond the door didn't exist.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was low, but the edge in it was unmistakable. "You know what you did behind, Lisa."

I smiled mischievously, meeting his intense gaze. "I know exactly what I did. But now... it's my last day on earth, so I have to go home."

My voice was soft but resolute, knowing that this game between us was drawing to its inevitable close.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he leaned closer. "I'll wait for you, Lisa, in the night. One of the demons will come for you to take you from there, and you know what you have to do. I have done what you desire," he whispered.

I nodded as I kissed him again, softly this time, savoring the fleeting intimacy. The moment our lips parted, Taehyung disappeared into a thin fog, leaving only a faint trace of his presence in the air.

I walked out of his office, a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside me. My steps felt lighter, but the weight of the secret life I was living clung to me like a shadow.

As I approached the parking lot where my car waited, I marveled at the power Taehyung held over my life.

It was his magic that had manipulated my mother's memories, making her believe that I was working for a prestigious company that provided me with a car, a house, and a stable life—all of which wasn't real.

At only eighteen and still in college, I was living a life that wasn't truly mine, a life built on Taehyung's manipulations and his desire to keep me happy.

When I finally got home, I parked my car and took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before unlocking the door. As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by the comforting familiarity of our home.

My mother was in the kitchen, and I could smell something sweet baking. I walked in, and before I could say a word, she turned around, her face lighting up with joy.

"Good news, Mom! I graduated!" I announced, my voice bubbling with excitement.

Before I could fully process it, she rushed over, wrapping her arms around me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

"Oh, my love! I am so proud of you!" she exclaimed, squeezing me even tighter. Then, in a moment of chaos, we both stumbled backward and hit the ground with a soft thud, laughter echoing around us.

"Good! My love! I am so proud of you! Although I still don't understand why you chose to graduate in criminal sciences..." she said, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Biological sciences, Mom," I corrected her gently as I settled into my favorite armchair in the living room. She plopped down beside me, a smile still plastered across her face.

"Okay, honey, anyway, I'm very happy for you. If only your father could see you," she added, her voice tinged with wistfulness.

She hugged me again, burying her face in my hair. I returned the embrace, feeling both joy and sorrow welling inside me.

The bittersweet thought that today would be my last day on earth cast a shadow over my happiness.

"What is it, honey?" She asked, taking my face in her hands, her expression shifting to concern. "Lisa, why do you look so tired? Aren't you sleeping?"

"Um, no... I had to study," I replied, forcing a smile. But the truth was far more complicated.

I had been juggling college classes during the day, studying in the evening, and then spending my nights in Pandemonium, wrapped in Taehyung's embrace.

I knew I hadn't been sleeping, especially not with him keeping me awake with every passionate night we shared.

Suddenly, a burst of excitement filled the air as I thought of how to celebrate. "We have to celebrate! Let's go shopping, and then we'll go get dinner, Mom! I want to celebrate my day with you!" I said, trying to sound cheerful despite the knot in my stomach.

She chirped, "Okay, my love! I'll just come and change; it will be our date!"

I nodded, hiding my melancholy behind a smile. "Sure, I'll also get changed, Mom."

Standing up, I made my way upstairs to change, my heart heavy with the knowledge that soon, I would have to leave this warmth and familiarity behind.

But for now, I wanted to savor every moment I had left with her. I quickly pulled on a pretty dress, hoping to look nice for our outing.

As I glanced in the mirror, I took a moment to prepare myself for the difficult goodbye that loomed ahead.

. • º º •.

The entire day was a whirlwind of laughter and love as I spent precious moments with my mother.

We went shopping, her eyes sparkling with pride as she marveled at how I handled everything despite my age.

It had always been my dream to provide for us, and thanks to Taehyung's power, I was living that dream.

As the sun began to set, we found ourselves at a cozy bar, where we danced freely, our laughter mingling with the upbeat music.

Dinner was filled with joy, our glasses clinking together, a toast to our bond and the memories we were making.

Now, back home, my mother had been asleep for about an hour. She was so intoxicated that I had to act as her crutch while we climbed the stairs, her giggles ringing in my ears.

It was precisely midnight when I heard the ominous sound of wheels rolling slowly beneath my window, the unmistakable sign that my time was drawing near.

I glanced at the clock and felt a wave of panic wash over me. "No, it's already here..."

"No! I'm coming; wait a minute!" I shouted out the window at the demon coachman waiting for me outside in the imposing, ghostly-looking black carriage.

It was drawn by a massive black spider, the size of a bear, its hairy legs twitching in the dim light. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

Concentrating, I lifted my two enormous red bicephalous leather trunks out of the window, watching as they floated gently to the pavement below.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of dread and excitement at the thought of leaving everything I had known behind.

I quickly grabbed a bottle of elixir and the spellbook I had kept hidden in my library for about two months, clutching them tightly as I dashed out of my room and into my mother's.

There she lay, her gentle snores filling the quiet room, her figure wrapped in white sheets. The sight of her, so peaceful and unaware, broke my heart.

Tears streamed down my face, and I wiped them away furiously, refusing to let my emotions spill over. This was the moment I had dreaded since Taehyung had first brought me back to Earth from Heaven.

I had known then that I would eventually have to leave this world behind, but facing the reality of it was still excruciating.

I knelt beside her bed, trying to memorize every detail of her face, the way her hair fell across her forehead, and the soft rise and fall of her chest.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me."

A part of me wanted to shake her awake, to tell her everything, to explain why I had to go. But I knew that would only cause her pain. This was my choice, my path, and as much as it hurt,

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy as I stroked my mother's soft, brown hair. "Mom, I have to go..." My voice broke, and I couldn't continue as sobs choked the words in my throat.

The weight of the moment pressed down on me, suffocating in its finality.

"Be... don't worry... You won't even realize my absence..." I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. "When I'm gone, you will forget forever that you had a daughter."

This was one of the few conditions I had asked of Taehyung—to ensure my mother would not suffer. I couldn't bear the thought of her mourning me, of carrying the burden of my absence.

I uncorked the bottle, its contents swirling with thick, black smoke. Gently, I held it beneath her nostrils, waiting for her to inhale deeply.

As the smoke enveloped her, I felt a pang of guilt twist in my chest, but I knew this was the only way. Once she breathed it in, I capped the bottle, my hands shaking slightly.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips. "Goodbye, Mom," I whispered, tears cascading down my cheeks.

With one last, longing glance at the woman who had given me everything, I turned toward the window.

The coachman's impatient call echoed in my ears, reminding me that time was slipping away, and that there was no more room for hesitation.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the leap into the unknown. As I stepped into the carriage, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss wash over me.

I hugged the spellbook tightly to my chest, seeking comfort in its familiarity.

Once I was settled, I let the floodgates open, allowing all my tears to pour forth. Each drop felt like a piece of my heart breaking, a testament to the love I was leaving behind.

As the carriage lurched forward, I glanced back at the house, the warm glow of the windows a stark contrast to the darkness that awaited me.

I whispered a silent promise to my mother—to always watch over her, even from afar—and then turned my gaze forward, ready to embrace the uncertain future that lay ahead with Taehyung.

. • º º •.

People say you must not associate with the devil. But I love the devil, and I permit him to have my body... never separating from my side.

I have corrupted my body and heart, willingly surrendering to his darkness. Yet if there exists an exception to that rule, it is when you fall in love with the devil.

Misfortune and sorrow often accompany such a bond. Despite that, I feel protected by Satan.

I longed to go to him, to feel his warm voice reassuring me, to gaze into his eyes as he told me everything would be fine. I needed that comfort, that familiarity. As I thought of him, I found myself arriving in hell.

Stepping into the vast hall where war strategies were formulated, I was met with the sight of many infernal demons arguing animatedly.

Their voices clashed in a cacophony of chaos, and I felt an overwhelming sense of unease as if I were a succulent steak being eyed by a pack of hungry lions.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the weight of their ambitions and desires.

For months, he had been trying to teach me how to govern, to navigate the treacherous waters of this infernal realm.

I was fascinated by everything related to magic, drawn to its power like a moth to a flame. Yet, despite that allure, I preferred to keep myself distanced from the intrigues and subterfuges that often unfolded here.

He made me do everything I wanted, guiding me gently while also testing my resolve.

I was caught in a delicate balance between desire and duty, wanting to learn from him yet fearing the darkness that surrounded us.

As the discussions raged on around me, I felt a sense of yearning—a desperate need for his presence, for his strength to envelop me in its embrace.

Avoiding the demons, I made my way to my room, greeted by the attentive slaves of hell.

I entered the royal apartments, a space I had come to know well and felt at ease in, thanks in part to my personal touches: a refrigerator stocked with my favorite snacks, a vibrant turquoise sofa, and matching armchairs.

As I walked into the closet, I slipped into some alluring lingerie before donning a sleek dress.

Transforming the devil's room had been the hardest part, as he thrived in the darkness, while I preferred lighter shades, like grey.

The result was a striking combination—extremely sexy yet undeniably dark, a reflection of our contrasting tastes that somehow blended beautifully over the past month.

After a while, I heard the door open. Although I didn't hear his footsteps, I could feel his presence as he entered.

"You must have had so much fun driving me out of my mind this morning," I remarked, moving aside to make space for him and resting my head in his lap.

"Never like when you're here," he replied absently, stroking my hair with a gentle rhythm that soothed me.

"What happened? Why were all the demons of the North here?" I asked, curiosity piquing.

"Mammon," he began, his tone shifting to one of irritation. "Lately, he's been an idiot, drooling in front of my throne for hundreds of years. I think he's going to declare war soon. He doesn't dare to attack Pandemonium, much less face my legions. So before he can form alliances with other demons, I summoned all those north of the Styx, and we made some agreements."

"Like what?" I prompted, intrigued.

"In exchange for the castle city of Mammon, they will provide me with their troops."

"Will there be a war then?" I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice.

"Probably," he replied, a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

I frowned, feeling perplexed. "I don't understand. You're the most powerful being here, yet you want to associate with others?"

He smiled, pulling me closer, and replied, "Yes, I am. But sometimes, I want some fun for myself. Creating chaos in hell keeps it interesting. If I fought and killed him in one second, it would remain peaceful. I want to stir things up."

I sighed, shaking my head. His twisted logic eluded me, but I couldn't deny the allure of his darkness.

Even in his plans for chaos, there was a strange charm that captivated me, a danger I found thrilling yet unnerving.

I nestled deeper into his lap, wanting to be close to him even as I struggled to comprehend his mind.

He smiled, a devilish glint in his eye. "You don't have to understand; it's for fun."

I sighed, trying to dismiss the fluttering in my chest. "Stop reading my thoughts, okay? It's your thing to do. Besides, you are my devil."

I turned my gaze sideways, a teasing smile playing on my lips. "And what about our pact?"

"What deal?" he asked candidly, feigning ignorance.

I couldn't help but smile at his act. "The one we made a month ago: I would leave Earth as soon as I graduated, and then we would get married," I said, satisfaction flooding my voice as I hugged him, resting my head against his chest.

"Yeah, sure. I'd say it's time to start organizing, don't you think?" His tone was playful, and with a flick of his wrist, a parchment and feather appeared before him, ready to document our plans.

"So... the ceremony and celebrations will be held at the palace and will last a year," he stated, his expression serious.

"A year!?" I exclaimed, pulling away and staring at him in disbelief. "That's too long!"

"Too little?" he teased.

"No, no..." I replied, quickly correcting myself.

"Black clothes..." he began, a sly smile creeping across his face.

"Forget it! I want a white dress! We're not at a funeral!" I shot back, my determination clear in my voice.

"The white dress symbolizes purity, and you are no longer a virgin," he replied, his tone suddenly serious as he leaned in and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

His lips lingered against my skin, igniting a fire within me that I fought to suppress. If he continued like that, I would surely give in to the heat of the moment.

I pushed him away, forcing myself to meet his gaze, my eyes hardening with resolve. "I won't wear a black wedding dress," I declared, my voice steady and fierce.

The intensity in his gaze flickered as he regarded me, an unspoken challenge lingering in the air between us.

I could feel the weight of my defiance hanging heavily, but deep down, I knew this was a battle I needed to win.

His smile returned, softer this time, as if he appreciated my spirit. "Alright, then. We'll figure it out together."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and for a moment, the tension melted away, replaced by the warmth of our connection.

Despite the chaos of our surroundings, I knew I had him by my side.

And in that moment, I felt a surge of excitement for the future we would build together—one filled with love, laughter, and, yes, the right wedding dress.

"What if it's red? Blood red?" He suggested, stroking my shoulder lightly as he slid the strap of my robe down, exposing my skin to his touch.

The warmth of his fingers sent shivers through me, igniting something deep inside. "You must not let yourself be distracted. I must not let myself be distracted..." His voice trailed off, barely a whisper against the rising tension in the room.

I thought that, with the passage of time, maybe the physical attraction would diminish, allowing me to think clearly, even when we were this close.

Instead, time had done nothing but stoke the fire, making me feel increasingly lustful, devoid of the brakes that inexperience and modesty once provided.

It was like saltwater: the more I drank, the thirstier I became.

"Okay," I sighed, surrendering to the heat between us as I let his hand wander freely over my skin. "At the end of the ceremony, we will make the crows fly..."

"White doves," I corrected him, half-teasing, half-serious.

"Black ravens, and no arguing," Taehyung insisted, his voice firm yet playful.

I pretended to growl in response, feeling a rush of boldness surge through me. Without thinking, I climbed astride his legs, my body pressing against him and playfully bit his nipple through his black shirt.

"Don't do that; I might get scared..." he teased, his tone laced with amusement. He did nothing to push me away; instead, he tossed the parchment aside and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me closer.

With every touch, every brush of skin against skin, I realized that I had already understood:

Every form of physical contact, even the most playful and violent, was welcomed by Taehyung. He thrived on this energy, this connection that sparked between us like wildfire.

Our breaths mingled, heavy and warm, as I felt the world around us fade away. At this moment, there was nothing but the heat of our bodies and the intoxicating allure of the devil I had chosen to love.

"Do you think we should invite Jimin in too?" Taehyung asked, a wicked smile creeping across his lips. The playful glint in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

"Leave him alone," I replied immediately, pushing away his hand, which was now trying to slip under my shirt, eager to explore.

I felt my heart race, torn between desire and the painful memories of what I had left behind. Taehyung's lips brushed against my porcelain neck, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hesitation.

I hadn't seen Jimin for a long time now. Ever since I chose to follow Taehyung to Hell instead of staying with him in Heaven, thoughts of Jimin haunted me.

Sometimes, I missed him, replaying our moments together in my mind, contemplating what life with him could have been like.

Would it have been simpler? Full of warmth and light, far from the shadows that enveloped me now?

But as I stood there, I reminded myself that I was in love with Taehyung. No matter how evil he might be, the thought of living without him was unbearable.

He was my devil, my darkness, and I knew I would never be able to escape him.

Yet, the weight of Jimin's last words lingered in my mind: "You have chosen him, and you will carry the weight."

The meaning of that sentence eluded me, twisting in my thoughts, and making me anxious. Had Jimin seen something dreadful in my future?

Something that would fill me with unhappiness and guilt? The uncertainty gnawed at my heart like a hungry beast.

It could be, but at that moment, as my world was being swallowed by the mouth of Taehyung, I felt an exhilarating sense of freedom.

My hands undressed him, my fingers gliding over his skin, exploring the firm contours of his body.

His hands mirrored my actions, delicately removing my black lingerie, the fabric slipping away like a whisper in the night.

As I settled atop him, I took charge, guiding our rhythm, moving as he had taught me. There was no fear, only a wild abandon coursing through my veins.

Taehyung's moans and sighs echoed like a steam train, powerful and raw, propelling me further into this intimate abyss.

Each thrust ignited a fire within me, and when I finally reached orgasm, I let my moans escape freely, no longer a prisoner of shame or fear.

Once, I would have repressed those sounds, worried they would taint me, but now I embrace them, seeing this primal urge as a natural expression of desire, no matter how strange my appetites might seem.

Exhausted, I slumped against him, trying to catch my breath, my heart still racing from the intensity of our connection.

Taehyung's arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, anchoring me in this moment of bliss.

"You get better every day," he commented, a teasing glint in his eye as he stroked my hair, his touch gentle yet possessive.

I smiled, inhaling his intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body wrapping around me like a soft blanket. A sense of calm washed over me, easing the anxieties that had haunted me earlier.

Here, with him, I felt relaxed and at peace, as if all the chaos of Hell faded away, leaving only this cocoon of intimacy.

The outside world and all its burdens felt distant, eclipsed by the warmth we shared in that moment.

"You ride me so well, Lisa—truly like a beautiful slut to me. I love it," he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine. Despite everything I had experienced, those words still made me blush furiously.

"What happened?" he asked, noticing my sudden quiet.

"I just want to know something... about my body," I confessed, hesitating before continuing.

He nodded, encouraging me to share my thoughts. "We've done this many times, but I still haven't gotten pregnant."

He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, so you want to embrace motherhood? Still a bit young to be a mother, don't you think?"

I felt my cheeks flush deeper as he spoke. "The answer is me," he continued. "I have control over my sperm, and I've protected you from getting pregnant. But soon after we get married, I won't do that."

The revelation left me speechless for a moment. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and desire. "I want to get pregnant as soon as possible. I want to see myself as a mother—I want to give you princesses and princes."

His smile widened, a glimmer of mischief lighting up his expression. "You seem excited about being a mother."

"I am," I admitted, my voice steady and filled with longing. "I've wanted this for so long. If you give me the chance, I want to produce them for us."

The weight of my words hung in the air between us, a shared dream blossoming in the charged atmosphere.

I could see it in his eyes—the flicker of intrigue and anticipation. The thought of bringing new life into our dark world thrilled me, and I knew that with him by my side, anything was possible.

Taehyung's gaze softened as he considered my words. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper.

The air around us felt electric, charged with the weight of our desires and unspoken promises.

"Yes," I affirmed, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to create a family with you. I want to bring our children into this world."

The thought of our offspring—a blend of heaven and hell—filled me with an exhilarating sense of purpose.

He shifted slightly beneath me, his hands finding their way to my waist, holding me in place as he studied my face. "Do you understand what it means to bring a child into the underworld?"

His tone was serious, a hint of caution in his eyes. "They will be powerful, perhaps even more than we can imagine. But they will also carry the weight of both our worlds."

I nodded, my determination unwavering. "I'm ready for that. I want to raise them to embrace their heritage, to be strong and fierce like you."

A dark smile crept across his lips, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. "You're truly something else, Lisa," he said, his fingers sliding down my sides, igniting every nerve in my body.

"You've changed so much since you arrived in Hell. I admire your courage."

His praise warmed me, igniting a spark of pride. "It's because of you," I replied earnestly. "You've shown me a different side of life, one I never expected to embrace. I want to share that with our children."

With a swift motion, he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers cascading through me.

"Then we should prepare," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and enticing. "Let's make this happen, Lisa."

The way he said my name—so full of longing and promise—sent a rush of heat through my entire being. "How soon can we start?" I asked breathlessly, my heart racing with anticipation.

Taehyung's eyes darkened, filled with an intense, smoldering desire. "After our wedding, we can begin right away. I want to watch you grow, to see you blossom as a mother."

He kissed me then, his lips claiming mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. I melted into him, losing myself in the heat of the moment, in the promise of what was to come.

As his hands explored my body, I felt more alive than ever—this was where I belonged, in his arms, dreaming of our future together.

After a lingering kiss, he pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine. "You have to be ready for the consequences, Lisa. It won't be easy, especially in this realm."

"I am ready," I insisted, my voice steady. "No matter what challenges we face, I will fight for our family."

Taehyung smiled, a blend of pride and admiration dancing in his gaze. "Then let's make this happen, my love."

And in that moment, I knew that together, we could conquer anything.

The darkness of Hell would be our playground, and our love would forge the path for a new generation, one that would defy the odds and rise to greatness.