AST Ch 4

“My apologies. I seem to have forgotten that it’s only been a year since you became a demon.”

It was true. Mikael’s soul, which had previously been tormented in hell, was washed clean by the River of Forgetfulness and sent back to earth just one year ago—albeit as a demon.

“To accumulate such wealth in merely a year. You truly are remarkable.”

Yes, it had been only a year. During this time, Mikael’s sole focus had been earning money and fattening his bank account. He did so primarily to impress the incredibly handsome and sexy angel he fell for at first sight when he emerged from hell as a demon.

“Huh, sounds like you’re mocking me.” Mikael laughed but jokingly replied with a slight edge in his piercing blue eyes.

Perhaps Damian’s praise didn’t resonate with Mikael because he had never made money through deceit or scams. Despite being a demon, Mikael had amassed his wealth through legitimate investments, which ironically caused him anxiety as he felt he wasn’t fully embracing his demonic nature.

“Me? Never.” Damian placed both hands on the table and gently enveloped Mikael’s slender fingers with his large ones. “I truly admire you.”

Mikael’s mood seemed to improve slightly as Damian looked at him with his deep and profound dark eyes with earnestness. A small smile graced Mikael’s face.

“You’re quite the angel, aren’t you, even with only one bat in your wallet?”

It appeared not only had Mikael cheered up but also regained enough composure to engage in playful banter.

Who could resist being persuaded by such a handsome yet saintly man? Even if he tried to convince someone that strawberry was the main ingredient in ketchup, they’d likely believe him.

“But you can only say that because you don’t know what I’m thinking right now.”

Mikael seemed genuinely drunk, as he wouldn’t normally share these thoughts so openly.

“Oh! Just forget it. An angel has no reason to be curious about a demon’s thoughts anyway.”

It appeared that Teacher would once again charm his way through with his good looks and smooth voice, ensuring a safe and virtuous journey home tonight. It might be best for Mikael to excuse himself here since Damian wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol.

“I think it’s time to ge—”

“No, I’m not curious about what goes on inside your demonic mind.” With a gentle yet oddly forceful touch, Damian pushed Mikael back down and looked warmly into his blue eyes. “But I am intrigued by your thoughts.”

As Mikael remained silent, Damian leaned closer, narrowing the gap between them. Simultaneously, Mikael held his breath.

‘What the hell is happening here?’

Damian’s long eyelashes nearly brushed Mikael’s face. His breath tickled Mikael’s forehead, and then his tongue grazed Mikael’s nose.

“Hmm? Thought you had something stuck, but it’s just a freckle.” Damian’s usually sharp gaze softened with amusement as he spoke. In response, Mikael abruptly stood up and grabbed Damian by the wrist.

“Fuck.”

Mikael had likely never uttered such vulgar language during his human life beyond mild curses like “damn” or “shit.” The words felt foreign coming out of his mouth now, yet they simultaneously aroused him enough to dampen his underwear slightly.

“I won’t ask for anything more, so just suck my d*ck for now.”

Mikael expected the handsome angel before him to glare at him with contempt.

“I already sucked you off with my mouth earlier, didn’t you?”

_{[TL/N: I’m not sure if this is correct, but I think D is telling him that he used his words already to end his arousal?]}

Well, that suited Mikael just fine. It would give him something pleasant to think about before bed. Although he wasn’t one to m*sturbate, he enjoyed getting turned on by imagining Damian.

However, Damian leaned back against the plush headboard and calmly gazed up at Mikael with his dark eyes.

“If you promise to come to the temple every day for a month and pray for an hour each time…”

Slam!

Mikael slammed both hands on the table aggressively and leaned forward toward Damian.

“That’s your price for sucking this demon’s c*ck? Are you that desperate of an angel?”

“Not at all.” Damian gently stroked the back of Mikael’s white hand, wearing a seductive smile. “These terms apply only to an exceptionally pure demon like yourself.”

Mikael’s lips twitched, unsure whether he felt pleased or offended by Damian’s comment. Eventually, he blurted out, “I’ll attend your temple for one year. In return, you must spread your legs whenever I desire.”

“Eight hours per day. And you have to work during that time.”

Ha. Was this angel actually trying to negotiate with his body as collateral?

“Two hours. Instead, I’ll provide you with unlimited funds.”

“Six hours. My body is just as pure as yours.” Damian unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and pulled it open slightly, revealing a prominent pink n*pple atop his swollen pectoral muscle, large enough for someone’s finger to sink into.

Seeing this, Mikael’s throat convulsed as if impatient, and he licked his lips.

“Damn, I like it. Six hours. In return, I’ll also penetrate your hole.”

Mikael forcefully opened Damian’s masculine mouth with his thumb, pressing down on his tongue while looking down at him with heated eyes.

“If I c*m any of my semen in your mouth, make sure to swallow it all.”

Damian slowly rose from his seat after finishing his drink and whispered softly into Mikael’s ear.

“I’m glad we didn’t have a heavy dinner.”

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Mikael couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to walk back here with his mind overwhelmed by joy, confusion, and a faint terror at this surreal situation. Despite it all, he tightly gripped Damian’s wrist just in case the angel changed his mind and returned to the temple.

‘Damn it, why is my hand shaking so much…?’

Whether from excitement or nerves, Mikael’s fingers trembled uncontrollably as he tried to insert the key into the lock. He didn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of Damian.

‘Ah, f*ck!’

Ding.

As Mikael dropped the damn key, Damian bent down, picked it up, and inserted it into the lock for him.

Mikael tried to reassure himself that it was natural for Damian, who was ten thousand years older than him, to be more composed, but he couldn’t shake his self-doubt.

“The key… isn’t coming out easily.” It wasn’t until Mikael noticed Damian’s hands were also slightly trembling that—

Damian subtly lowered his head, and his ears turned a bright shade of red.

‘Ah, I have to suck those ear holes later.’

Since Damian had given Mikael free rein, every part of Damian’s body would bear some mark of their union. Mikael planned to take his sweet time claiming this irresistible man, as he attracted others like moths to a flame.

“What should we do now?” Contrary to a typical romance novel scene, they didn’t immediately engage in passionate kissing upon entering the apartment and rush toward the bedroom.

Mikael couldn’t take his eyes off Damian standing dumbfounded in the middle of his living room. His object of desire was here in his apartment, with broad shoulders and a toned chest that looked like it could burst out of his clothes at any moment, along with thick thighs to match. Damian’s irresistible s*x appeal made both men and women beg for him, and now he stood within Mikael’s reach, willing to have s*x with him.

“Well…” Mikael clenched and unclenched his fists, unsure what to do first, much like a child who’d never owned toys suddenly presented with hundreds of wrapped gifts. Should he start with Damian’s chest…? No, better yet, their lips should touch first.

Trying not to rush things, Mikael nonetheless ended up almost yanking on Damian’s black hair.

“Hmmph!” Mikael’s lips were finally on Damian’s, which he had only ever admired from afar before now. He couldn’t help but gaze with delight as even Damian’s tongue entered his mouth. The entire situation felt surreal.

Mikael hungrily sucked on Damian’s lips and roughly explored his mouth with his own tongue while gazing dreamily at Damian’s black hair.

‘Are Damian’s pub*c hair this dark, too?’

Despite Mikael forcefully grabbing the back of Damian’s neck and shoving his tongue deep inside Damian’s mouth, instead of pushing him away, Damian wrapped his arms around Mikael’s waist. Even more tantalizingly, Damian’s sweet voice grew slightly husky.

Oh, the fact that Damian was accepting it all… the way he reciprocated by entwining their tongues—it drove Mikael wild yet oddly reassured him.

Mikael’s frenzied yet oddly comforting kisses gradually softened. His hand had been gripping Damian’s black hair as if challenging him to a fight but now loosened and tenderly caressed it like lovers often do.

‘Can I dare to desire this person?’

The sudden thought made his heart ache sharply. What was this feeling…? Was it guilt?

“Mikael?”

Damian gently rubbed Mikael’s shoulder when he abruptly stopped moving with a frown on his face. Despite Mikael’s rough handling of Damian’s hair earlier, Damian’s touch was cautious, as if stroking something fragile.

“Ah, I just suddenly… remembered that I’m an evil being.”

Damian silently gazed into Mikael’s eyes, which were like endless blue seas, his own lips swollen and moist from saliva.

“Didn’t you say it yourself when we first met, Teacher? You asked if I was a demon. Those words mean you…”

Mikael couldn’t finish his sentence as Damian forcefully grabbed the back of his neck with rough hands and leaned in for another kiss, this time more demanding and biting-like. 

Ah, there seemed to be a subtle hint of temptation in the breath of an angel, designed just for demons.

“You… think too much,” Damian whispered, half-muffled by their lingering kiss, causing Mikael to instantly lose all rationality.

Tang. Tang.

“Teacher, I’ll sew your buttons back on tomorrow, okay?”

Damian looked slightly embarrassed as he watched the buttons scatter everywhere but silently nodded his assent.

His sweat-drenched skin felt even more slippery, making Mikael’s hands stick to him like glue. As Mikael firmly squeezed Damian’s large chest that barely fit within his grasp, the hard n*pples pressed against the creases of his fingers, causing the skin around them to fold inward.

“Haa… My n*pple…”

Mikael initially wanted to pull down Damian’s pants and c*m all over Damian’s deep-black pub*c hair immediately, but upon seeing those bright-red n*pples, he couldn’t resist their allure.

In the end, Mikael pushed Damian against the wall and barely managed to remove his shirt before taking one of his n*pples into his mouth.