Demon king Iruma's 'evil cycle'

Iruma the Mischevious

Alice approached the bed with great gusto. The twinkle in his eye almost screamed 'you won't get the best of me today' ,and his walk seemed a little more determined than usual. The only thought in his mind was as such; He must wake Sir Iruma up without any pity present today.

However, just as he was about to touch Iruma's shoulder, a hand reached out and grabbed his that was currently extended across the bed. He was swiftly flipped onto the bed with his back pressed against its mattress and Iruma sat on top of his waist with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

" Gottcha~" Iruma said in a tone so sultry that it made Alice blush from one word alone.

Iruma then leaned down and pinned Alice's arm above his head while he got closer to Alice's face. He presented a devilish smirk at the dazed Alice who seemed to have been caught off guard by the sudden personality change.

Iruma took advantage of his daze and started kissing at his neck. He wasn't kissing and sucking at the more reactionary places on his neck ,but instead the places that bruise the easiest. His only goal was to assume ownership it seemed.

Sadly, before Iruma could move onto those places he was flipped over to the other's ideas of the bed while Alice looked at him with surprise and eventually understanding.

"It seems that Iruma has entered his evil cycle, and it's a bit different from last time too. Instead of black feathers, there are fully bloomed Begonias surrounding him. It seems I need to take caution despite his beauty" Alice concluded.

Iruma seemed to have gotten an idea of what was going through his head and gave him a half smile, half smirking expression before getting up to change into his normal clothes for the day.

Alice sighed, it seems that he will just have to say goodbye to the cute and adorable side of Iruma until his evil cycle is over.