Scarlet leaned back, stretching as her back cracked, and she let out a moan of both pleasure and pain; she couldn't deny she was jealous and a bit angry that he dumped all the work on her and then came back with her little sister smelling like she was just ravaged.

'Stupid man! Why didn't he come to do that to me first? Then I would be happier! Hmph! So what if he has a monster cock? He is a stupid idiot....!'

Scarlet thought angrily to herself, glaring behind her as she watched him slowly approaching with his stupidly handsome face and attractive body; the anger began fading but didn't vanish completely.

When she was about to complain, she suddenly felt weightless as her body was lifted by Vincent, like a princess carry, walking away from the two girls and entering the private room further in the back like last time.

"Kyah!?"

The cute daemon girl yelped in shock after Tama and Vera seemed to have both fallen asleep somehow.

'What!? Ah! He's stripping me, no! I don't want to fuck. He's such a moron; learn a woman... Oh?'

He laid her down on the bed, leaving only a thin sheet covering her nakedness while she blushed at his sudden affection. She looked up and saw him smiling at her with an innocent expression; inside his hands were massage oils and a scented candle that helped relaxation.

"I'm sorry, Scarlet; honestly, I was a jerk and didn't deserve to be your lover!"

She smiled at him, snapping her head back to the pillow, burning her face to hide her expression as her mind finally began to spin and decipher his words.

'Lover!? I am not just something to stick his cock into! Ah~ what a nice ring, Lover~ like a sexy and intimate word for a girlfriend!'

"Aaah, aha... You're so kind, Vincent."

Scarlet began to relax as she heard the flicker of flames followed by a soothing scent; it was a fruity scent with some lavender that filled the room with a light stream of smoke and aroma; she spread her legs as the sticky massage oils began to sound from his fingers as he rubbed them together to warm the fluid.

'Is he going to massage me!?'

She closed her eyes and waited patiently as she could hear him moving around; soon enough, she felt his large hand touch her thigh, sending sparks throughout her body. The next thing she felt was a fantastic sensation running across her lower back and shoulders; it tickled briefly until he started massaging her upper back with more vigour, rubbing her bare flesh.

His hands traced down her spine and stopped midway down to rub the area between her shoulder blades, where she immediately felt a rush of warmth fill her body. As he pressed downward, she felt something cold splash onto her skin; this time, it was oil mixed with ice cubes, which cooled her down instantly.

"Mmm... Aah, ah~."

She sighed happily, enjoying the pleasant sensations flowing through her body; the heat was gone, replaced with a refreshing chill that sent goosebumps racing down her arms and legs. Next, she felt his palms glide along her sides, pushing aside the thin towel to expose her breasts.

Without warning, she felt a sharp pinch on her nipple, making her jump slightly in surprise; he quickly pulled his hand away and laughed nervously.

"Sorry! That was careless of me!"

Scarlet giggled shyly, biting her lip as she reached for his hand, stroking his slimy fingers before tilting her head upwards. "Don't worry, Vincent, you can continue," she said softly as he returned to his previous position, kneeling beside her side.

With trembling fingers, he scooped up more lube and dribbled it on his fingers before sliding them back into place; he repeated the process on both nipples, squeezing them firmly and pinching the tips between his fingertips.

As he did so, he lowered himself to kiss her lips tenderly, letting her taste his sweet saliva. His tongue slipped past her teeth and into her mouth as he kissed her passionately, making sure not to bite her. When they parted, he spoke with a husky voice.

"You've been working hard lately, haven't you?"

Scarlet nodded silently, keeping her gaze locked on his bright red eyes.

"That's why I wanted to reward you tonight. It doesn't matter how often you climax; there will always be another day ahead for us, right Scarlet?"

Scarlet blushed lightly as he continued to speak, using one of his free hands to stroke her cheek and the other to move her hair back; she gave a short nod. After a few seconds of hesitation, she replied.

"Yes, I understand."

Then, she felt him lean forward and begin kissing her neck, starting at her collarbone and continuing downwards towards her breasts; he teased her with gentle kisses that made her tremble under his caress.

Once again, he pushed down and began to massage along her back; Scarlet, face down on the bed, felt her entire body feeling divine, her legs parting as she felt sticky and damp fluids dribbling from between them, despite him not touching her down there.

She turned her head around in response and whispered timidly, "Vincent..."

"Hmm...? What is it, Scarlet?"

She pouted coyly at him, trying to keep her face hidden. 'Why does he treat me differently now?! Is it because we share our bloodlines?'

She shook her head, telling herself she wasn't interested in anything. Instead, she asked in return, "Does my body feel good?"

It took him a second to answer, but she felt relief passing through her veins when he did.

"Yes. Very much so.' Your body feels fantastic. Hot, soft, yet supple."

Scarlet smiled bashfully, leaning forwards to kiss his lips once again. They shared a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as she explored his mouth with hers as he continued the sensual massage that began to make her tired shoulders and back feels a deep ache.

Still, a pleasant ache caused her lips to open instead of pain, and she let out a sexy moan.

"Ahhn~ soo good!"

Vincent grinned widely at sight and kept massaging her back.

After several minutes, she got closer and closer to sleep, becoming drowsy and unaware of any further conversation or touches. Eventually, she fell unconscious without realizing it—but not before giving him a quick peck on the forehead and whispering something quietly.

"...love you."

***

Scarlet woke up to find herself lying on her bed wearing only a thin white nightgown; it covered her entire front except for the bottom edge near her waist. She noticed that she was still alone in her bedroom and breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself down.historical

How embarrassing. Am I doing this? Did I say those words aloud? How many times? Was he listening? If so, I hope he got what I meant...

In truth, she never really liked talking about love and romance with anyone outside of family members. But now, even though she knew it was impossible given their situation, Scarlet desperately hoped he could genuinely love her one day, not for her body.

And if he did, then maybe she could convince him to stay with her forever.

She looked out the window, seeing the sky now dark and remembered all the documents for the "Dark Phoenix Emporium" that needed to be finished quickly; gathering a fur robe and shuffling herself towards the door, only to find the door ajar and the desk's light was turned on.

'Is Samira back and helping? Ah, I am thrilled that she is back!'

But she was wrong; a handsome male with wet hair, having taken a shower moments earlier, his lower body exposed as he sat on a towel and seemed to have finished the pile of documents she left, now stacked neatly and arranged in a specific order making it easy to find and sort them as she checked in shock, looking at his thick rod leaning against his thigh, she moved closer.

"Oh dear god..."

Scarlet couldn't believe her eyes or ears. This guy was sitting here half-naked, surrounded by paperwork, as she stood there stunned.

"Uh—"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt his strong hands grab her hips and pull her close, pressing her entire breast against his chest. Then, he leaned over, capturing her lips with his own, making her gasp loudly. Without thinking, Scarlet responded, returning the kiss eagerly.

Their tongues danced together, sharing each other's breath and tastes, but neither cared about that at the moment; they enjoyed freely expressing themselves after such a long period apart. And when they finally broke apart, she felt him lick her lips and smile mischievously.