Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In a daze, Natalia noticed that her disciple was the same height as her, slapped her forehead, and suddenly realized.

I almost forgot, this girl is no longer a child. Adults will always show a sense of shame and self-esteem that she finds hard to understand in certain aspects.

The half-demon coughed lightly and waved his hand, defusing the disciple's embarrassment.

"Never mind that, there's a big order in Iceland, come with me on the connecting flight to get it done."

As if granted a pardon, Hisayu Maiya hurriedly slung her guitar case over her shoulder and busied herself with the matter of changing her fate, completely unlike her former calm and composed self.

Natalia, who was basking in the sun, watched her disciple's hurried figure and his curvaceous body, and frowned and muttered to herself.

When she grows up, should we teach her some adult hobbies?

such as……

Lost in thought, the female dream demon inexplicably turned her head to look in the direction where a car had sped away.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Handsome Guy, Wanna Date? (4.4k)

"Ah!"

Samael, who was driving at high speed on the highway in the suburbs, suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"what!"

At the same time, a figure flashed by on the side of the road, and a sudden exclamation made the dazed Gu She slam on the brakes, stop the car, and rush out of the door.

In front of the car, a young girl with long brown hair, a graceful figure, wearing a green dress and black over-the-knee boots, sat on the ground, still in shock, clutching her right calf, from which bright red blood seeped.

"Are you okay?"

Samael quickly knelt down and checked the girl's injuries before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a few scratches.

Let me treat your wound.

"Need not!"

Just as the ancient snake was about to perform magic to heal the girl's wounds, the victim, who had come back to her senses from her daze, struggled to get up in a panic due to a stress response.

Then, seemingly realizing that she had been somewhat impolite, the girl quickly and timidly added something.

"I...I have medicine at home..."

Realizing the girl in front of him was somewhat wary, Samael didn't press the matter. He reached out and helped her up from the ground, asking her a question casually.

"where is your house?"

The girl in green hesitated for a moment, then pointed to a house in a side alley.

She had a bad day; she almost got into a car accident as soon as she stepped out the door.

But it seems they were also quite lucky.

"If you don't mind, I'll give it to you."

"Huh? Good, good."

The murmur in her ear brought the girl back to her senses, and she nodded unconsciously.

After receiving a clear answer, Samael turned off the car, then helped the limping girl into the alley and into the house.

The two people who arrived at their destination stood quietly, motionless.

After a long while, Samael pointed to the door and whispered a reminder.

"key……"

"what?"

"Open the door..."

"Oh, oh, oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The girl in green, who had been standing in front of the door, seemed to wake up from a dream. She hurriedly rummaged through her bag, found the key, and inserted it into the lock.

However, whether it was due to the cold and gloomy weather or a continuation of the post-traumatic stress disorder, the girl's hand trembled, and the key, which she had failed to insert into the lock several times, fell down the steps.

The girl looked at her injured calf, then at the keys on the concrete floor, her face blank with innocence.

……

This girl is a bit of a ditz.

Samael muttered a curse to himself, then sighed and picked up the key, opened the door for the girl, and watched her go inside.

"I'm sorry about what happened today. This is to make up for it. Take good care of your injury."

Since he was in the wrong, the snake was quite decisive. After leaving a few euros, he turned around and left, ready to continue his journey.

However, just as Samael started to move, his wrist was grabbed by a fair arm that reached out from inside the door.

Too little?

The ancient snake turned around in confusion, only to see a girl in green leaning against the door frame, her head lowered and her cherry lips slightly bitten. After hesitating for a moment, she stammered out her words.

"I...I'm very cheap..."

As she spoke, a blush appeared on the girl's cheeks.

Samael paused for a moment, then looked through the figure in front of the door at the old, dimly lit house and a bed that took up most of the space, lost in thought.

No wonder he was wandering around the streets so early in the morning, dressed so lightly; it turns out he had encountered a special profession.

"No thanks."

Samael gently withdrew his fingers from the girl's palm, politely declining with a smile, a hint of regret flashing deep in his eyes.

However, as his gaze swept over the abrasions on the girl's calf, the snake took out two euros from his wallet and handed them to her.

However, his outstretched hand was once again grabbed by the girl.

"I...I will be very obedient..."

The girl did not accept the unexpected windfall; instead, she earnestly tried to sell herself.

Samael remained silent for a moment, then softened at the girl's repeated pleas, revealing a hint of curiosity on his face.

"I see. We've got nothing better to do anyway, so let's give it a try."

Having finally secured a booking, the young woman breathed a sigh of relief. After looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she stealthily led the customer inside and carefully locked the door.

The furnishings of the house gave it a cheap feel, but it was clean and there was no nauseating smell.

Samael sat by the bed for a moment, quickly bandaged the green-clad girl's bruised calf, then brought a cup of hot water to the guest. He then took off his shoes and socks, got into bed, came up behind the guest, and whispered in her ear.

"Let me help you relax first..."

The sound was as light as a breeze, as soft as willow catkins, like a goose feather brushing against the ear, stimulating the sensitive nerves in the skull and bringing a subtle, tingling sensation.

When the ancient snake came to its senses, a pair of soft, boneless arms landed on his shoulders, its five fingers tapping, pressing, closing, and separating, like striking piano keys, soothing his muscles and regulating his fascia.

Although the intensity was somewhat lacking, the feminine scent that filled my nostrils, the hair brushing against my ears, and the sensation of being served created a unique experience.

Unbeknownst to them, the ancient snake gently closed its eyes and stretched its limbs slightly, seemingly enjoying itself.

Seeing that the client's breathing was gradually calming down, the girl in green glanced at the full cup of hot water on the table, quietly withdrew her hand, and carefully slid down from the side of the bed.

"All right?"

However, just as the girl tiptoed out of bed, she heard a sudden, deep moan.

"It looks like we can begin."

Samael opened his eyes with a smile, grabbed the green-clad girl's wrist, and gazed intently at her exposed, glistening skin with an aggressive look.

"wait wait wait!"

As the man who had gotten up drew closer, the girl in green hurriedly called for him to stop.

Then, to the slight surprise of the ancient snake, the girl turned around, rushed into the small kitchen, opened the old cabinet, took out a bottle of white wine, poured herself a large glass, and gulped it down.

As a burst of heat rose, the girl's fair cheeks were instantly flushed with a delicate blush. The unease in her brown eyes was gradually replaced by a resolute look. With somewhat unsteady steps, she walked toward the bed.

What's this? Drinking to boost courage?

Samael, sitting on the edge of the bed, was both amused and exasperated by the situation.

He may not be devastatingly beautiful, but he's at least reasonably handsome. There's no need to be this nervous, is there?

Just as the ancient snake was muttering to itself, a pair of fair fingers pressed against its chest, pushing it down.

"Please lie down."

Immediately afterwards, the green-clad girl with a flushed face, like a puppy, used all four limbs to climb up the edge of the bed to the headboard, and sat on Samael's waist and abdomen in a female-superior position, reaching out her hands to grope for the buttons on the guest's chest.

However, whether it was because of the alcohol or excessive nervousness, her trembling hands struggled for a while but she couldn't unbutton all the buttons.

The guest, lying quietly on the bedside table, looked at the clumsy girl with sweat beading on her forehead, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"the first time?"

"..."

Instantly, a look appeared on the green-clad girl's face.

He froze, a few strands of confusion flashing across his eyes, his thoughts surging.

Although she has been in the industry for some time, she has been chosen to be kept by sugar daddies ever since she started working.

Because of his ulterior motives, the man needed her to remain pure, so he never actually touched her.

Now, looking back, it seems like this was actually my first time officially receiving customers.

Is this really the first time?

Even the girl herself was somewhat surprised at this moment. In a daze, she nodded vaguely, a more obvious blush appearing on her face, and her voice lowered.

"Yes, I'm still a virgin..."

"you misunderstood."

Samael, who was pinned down, was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled. He glanced at the water glass by the bed, looked up at the green-clad girl who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, and smiled as he spoke.

"I mean...murder..."

"...!"

In an instant, the green-clad girl's brown pupils contracted sharply. Her right hand instinctively reached under the pillow, pulled out a short fruit knife, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and stabbed fiercely into the man's chest.

"boom!"

However, at the moment the woman made her desperate stab, a tremendous force burst forth from below, her two slender wrists were raised high, and the fruit knife, which she could no longer hold, flew out with a whoosh and pierced the door panel, its tail trembling violently.

Oh no, magician!

The girl in green, who had fallen to the floor, struggled to her feet. Her gaze swept over her dislocated wrists and she looked in horror at the demon who was leisurely sitting up from the bed, a halo of light appearing in his palm. Her face changed drastically, and the wine on her body turned into cold sweat.

"Now, I can be considered to have acted in self-defense."

Samael narrowed his eyes, smiled and reminded him, then casually pulled a fruit knife from the door panel and approached with ill intent.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

Just as the ancient serpent was about to reach the girl in green, a blurry shadow leaped high into the air with a ripple, and two cold, fierce blades, accompanied by sharp whistles as they pierced the air, stabbed diagonally toward Samael's back.

"So...this is where it was!"

However, as the murmur arose, the man, with his back to the kitchen, casually swung the fruit knife horizontally with his right hand, holding it in a reverse grip.

"Dang! Dang!"

In an instant, blades clashed, sparks flew, and a sharp explosion echoed through the air. The small figure, shrouded in a tattered black cloak, was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the wall before slumping to the ground.

One move?!

The girl in green was horrified, her face filled with disbelief.

The heroic spirit who had repeatedly and easily slaughtered the magician pursuit forces of the Yggdrasil Clan was defeated so easily; it was simply unbelievable.

"So, you brought me here because of her?"

Samael rubbed the fruit knife, which had two small nicks from being chipped, with his fingertips, and looked with amusement at the special professional who had fallen to the ground.

A prostitute may be dedicated to her work, but it's a bit unusual that she doesn't want money and only wants to recruit people to boost her sales.

Unless, of course, she's not after the money, but the client himself...