The atmosphere was heating up.

Familiar darkness and a familiar scent enveloped Emily. Satan, the newcomer, lingered ambiguously near her ear and neck, "Speak."

Emily's whole body felt hot. She turned her head to avoid his hot, moist lips, "What do you want from me in return?"

"Hehe," Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, his large hand covering her abdomen, sending shivers through her body. He nibbled on her earlobe, blowing into her ear, "You know."

What Emily couldn't stand the most was his ...