The Happy Ending Love Story

Lady Veronica #16

Veronica turned deathly pale as she looked at the oil lamps placed on the cupboards, mahogany tables, and other places in the room, rising slowly and floating in the air. It was such a terrifying sight that it should have been completely out of the ghost story.

Ivan laughed and shook his hand once more when he saw the terrified Veronica and hit her shoulder. Then, the flames that had been blazing violently, went out in an instant and all the lights that floated in the air fell to the ground. The bursts of sounds that pierced his ears painfully continued to resound, and the bedroom was colored again in the darkness. Veronica was stunned to see the unrealistic and tense scene happening right before her.

"What was that? How did you do it?"

"If I'm going to say it simply to you humans, I can say it's 'magic'."

He had heard that a mysterious power called 'magic' existed, but this was the first time in his life he had witnessed it with his own two eyes. Ivan bites Veronica's lips staring blankly at him.

"Then are we done now?"

"What do you mean we're done?"

Veronica who regained her senses, saw the front of her shirt being detached and quickly crossed her arms to cover it up. Despite showing that incredible strength, he, who was peering down at his chest like sugar, clicked his tongue.

Ck.

"If you're really a demon, why did out of everyone you get into my husband's body?"

"Because, I'm trapped in this body."

"You stuck? Who locked you in there?"

Ivan, who patiently answered his question, suddenly frowned at him. He questioned her with a look that said that she really disliked this. 

"However, I don't want to answer this obeyingly specifically. Every time I give you an answer, you have to pay for it."

Ivan stretched out his hand and raised his slender chin. Immediately the hand headed down smoothly and slid gently to touch her barely-covered chest.

"Unless you take off your clothes one by one or something."

It was a voice that said that he had no intention of giving an answer if he did not take off his clothes.

"What's with that all of a sudden? Do you not believe my words that I will do what you want?

"I want to believe my wife's words. But who knows, you might actually run away once you hear more from me? Humans are naturally cunning and greedy." 

"Of course, demons like me are far more evil than they are." He added in a whisper, laughing. 

Veronica was at a loss for words. His attitude showed that he really enjoyed the current situation.

"Devil is like that. I'm in agreement with you, so I'm being thorough. If I give you one thing, I'll get one thing, if I give ten, you'll have to give me ten, no matter what."

Come to think of it, despite talking about the royal audience with the Emperor on that day, he expected a reward instead of being there quietly for her.

"I think the stories I've outlined one by one now have the same value as my wife's clothing release?"

Despite personally revealing the fact that she herself was not her husband, she kept calling Veronica 'my wife'. At this point, he had no idea who was actually cunning. 

Veronica silently looked at the man who was using her husband as a mask. His words that said he was a demon were still not entirely trustworthy. But seeing him deal with his previous magical powers and the things that have happened to him so far, especially losing his life and then being revived, cannot be easily explained unless he is a demon. Furthermore, this talk seems to have a connection as to why her husband is coming back to life, so Veronica will not stop here and will have to find out about him until the end.

"alright. Then tell me who set you up there first."

"There's a lot I've given you. So my wife has to take her clothes off first."

Since he had already said that he was a demon and even the fact that he was trapped in this body, he gently folded his two fingers. Veronica wanted to reject him immediately, but she finally let go of her hand that covered her chest, worried she would ruin all the progress she made in the conversation that she had been trying hard to extend until now. Since it wasn't even enough for her, she directly unbuttoned the two remaining buttons and took off the dress, passing it under her feet.

The heat of passion in his eyes began to appear. He was only wearing a camisole, so his daring gaze pierced sharply into his completely exposed skin like an arrow. He felt the tip of his peak, where his gaze swept, held tightly.

"The person who trapped me in this body is a demon who is ranked below me."

"Rank under yours?"

"If you want to hear my answer to that, let go of the rest."

He gently touched his camisole and whispered.

'Isn't this really the temptation of a true demon?'

Veronica quickly took off her camisole, wondering what she would doubt when she had completely taken it all off to her dress. Then he blew the whistle and wet his lips. He really was like a low-class pervert. 

"Even demons have their own rank. Huh, shit. I guess I won't be able to hold back at all, so can't I talk while tasting your peak a little now?"

He suddenly pulled his waist towards her as he spoke nonsense. He buried his face in Veronica's chest and unceasingly played his sharp protruding peak. This time Veronica could not even scream and covered her lips with her hands.

"Nl…..!"

She felt very different from him when they were compared to when he was wearing her clothes. The more he used his rough tongue and rolled it up as if eating it, the stronger his red peak stood.

"Huh.. Ughhh!"

A stranger was playing with his own chest. The pleasure that comes from that fact is so powerful that it gets out of hand. How his tongue moved cunningly, to the point that he did not know whether the one rubbing it was someone's tongue or soft cream. 

Ivan sucked his peak, even making a loud sound like a child looking for milk. The scene in front of him was dyed with occasional flashes of light from the pleasure spreading from the tip of its peak. 

"Aren't you going to ask me the next question?"

He asked with a pronunciation that became slightly muffled as he stuffed his peak into his mouth. His grin gently permeated from the way he spoke. Veronica, who was slightly panting, regained her senses from her voice and opened her mouth, stammering.

"Why, ah, why are you suddenly doing this? Until a while ago, ahhhg!"

"Can't hear you."

Intentionally, every time he kept talking, he would cut it off with his actions that really excited his peak, bite gently and then stop. Each time, a chill shivered from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.

"Until a moment ago. You, haaang!"

Lady Veronica #17...