The Demon King is a Bottom?
The sounds of rustling annoyed me, as I knew he was doing this on purpose. Heck, this is the DEMON KING that we are talking about here, why is he being so loud while he is stalking me!!! More importantly, why is he preying on a (handsome :) lone wandering cultivator. My white boots picked up dirt as I spun around, light blue robes elegantly flowed around me as I turned to face the sound that was bothering me earlier. My long black hair elegantly fluttered in the slight wind blowing from the west, eyes squinted, attempting to get a better look. Scanning my surroundings, I came across a pair of shrubs, a black head of hair poking out from a bush. I let out a small smile, but quickly gathered myself as I called out bravely "Who is it that is following me?"
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Y'all this is my first story, it's gonna be trash.
Not much is going to be accurate, but enjoy!
