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Hickeys, strange scents, and the dangerous Edi
Author: Runna Horaysa
last update2025-11-07 00:29:09

“Only if your cycle demands it, or if my DP is low. Otherwise, it’s a choice. But I won’t let low-level demons like them take what is now mine.”

Edi shifted back to his gentler form, leaving just a faint trace of Desmond’s aura so Mia wouldn't be too frightened. Edi’s clothes returned to normal, the Demonic aura vanished, leaving behind the young man who had just killed two demons and been intimate with his neighbor.

“I have to go. This place is too dangerous for both of us. I’ll clean up the mess outside. You rest,” Edi said, kissing her forehead. It was Edi’s kiss, a little awkward, a little soft.

Mia blushed, looking at Edi. “As Edi… I… I don’t know what to say when we meet again. This is strange.”

“We’ll deal with that later. As Edi, I’ll still be your neighbor. As Desmond…” Edi left the sentence hanging.

Edi quickly tidied the room, using his new speed. He made sure there were no traces of the Rat Demons, other than their dried bodies which he dragged into a trash bag and dumped
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