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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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surprise, but she didn't pull away.
She couldn't.
Some deep, strange part of her wasn't responding her orders, as if she was completely out of control.
For a moment, the world fell away - the village nearby, the training, her duties as a demon lord, all of it faded into insignificance.
He Held her wrist down on the floor, the heat of his body from the intense training, so close to hers.
A shiver ran through her, and this time, it had nothing to do with exertion or the chill of the forest shade.
When Akaza finally pulled back, his eyes searched hers, a flicker of uncertainty in their yellow depths.
Y/N's heart raced, her chest heaving, and not just from the kiss.
She knew she should say something, do something, but words escaped her.
All she could do was stare at him, her human heart, one that was just there for decoration, was pounding in her throat, and wonder what this meant.
Wonder what would happen next.
"I-i-" Akaza start to speak, slowly freeing her wrist.
The moment of tender intensity shattered like glass as Y/N's hand lashed out, her fist connecting with Akaza's jaw with a sickening crack.
The force of the blow sent him reeling backwards, his pale form tumbling through the air until he crashed into the undergrowth with a heavy thud.
Y/N stood there, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with shock, embarrassment and rage.
Her hand ached from the impact, but it was nothing compared to the fury that surged through her veins.
How dare he? How dare he kiss her like that, without her permission, without her consent?(Notes to Author when they makes the new book: My Guide.)
She was a demon lord, a being of immense power and influence.
She did not tolerate such brazen displays of disrespect, such blatant disregard for her authority.
Akaza was her subordinate, her underling. He was not her equal, not by a long shot.
As she strode towards where he lay crumpled on the forest floor, her red eyes blazed with anger, her black curls whipping around her face in the breeze.
She loomed over him, her pale skin seeming to glow with an otherworldly light, her form trembling with barely contained rage.
"You dare lay your hands on me without my permission?" She snarled, her voice dripping with venom and disdain.
"You dare take such liberties, you lowly worm?" She kicked at his prone form, her dainty foot connecting with his ribs hard enough to make him groan with... excitement?
