Afterward, I lay sweaty and curled up in his arms. "There's still one thing you haven't told me."
"What?"
"When exactly did you start liking me?"
This time, he didn't hold back. He told me an old story.
When I was a kid, I spent some time at my grandma's house in the countryside. Back then, I rescued a creature that looked a bit like Kuromi—purple eyes, two little demon horns, and a tail.
He'd been injured, his leg bleeding. I'd found him by chance and brought him home to bandage him up. Once he healed, the little guy hopped around and grew very attached to me.
But my grandma said he was a demon—that keeping him around would bring bad luck to the family. Since he was healed, I had to release him back into the wild.
Back then, most incubi hadn't yet appeared in the human world. My gr
