He did some kind of magic to my vagina. I certainly did not expect this, but I didn't say I certainly didn't want this.

"Are you real?" I questioned him.

He popped up on the side of my bed.

His eyes still red as always, but this time he had a more casual vibe to him, not really anything vulgar, explicit, or rough.

"Nope," he simply replied.

"Then why..-" I began speaking, but Satan had cut me off.

"There is no why. This is fiction, baby girl," he said as he rubbed the inside of my thigh...

I was shaking every time he touched me.

"Can you give me any type of explanation?" I was hoping.

He chuckled, and hovered above me.He moved his lips towards my neck, and the last thing I expected was for him to bite it.

He pulled away leaving my skin tingling with pain. "You wished to be submissive for once in your life," he then grabbed my face roughly, and pressed his lips against mine, but instead of kissing me, he bit my lip.

"So here I am."

And then he disappeared... again.

I was left with tingling sensation on my neck, and blood dripping from my bottom lip. I never expected to be turned on by being bit to a bloody wound like that before. But this time I felt such excitement in my stomach to have these marks on my body that I just had wished he'd come back now, and fuck me.

~~

"Ouch...," I whined after coming back to my normal state of mind.

I slid my hand across my wound, only to find out that it was bleeding really badly.

I was unaware of how bad it was until I didn't get off my bed, and walked over to the bathroom mirror.

"Holy fuck," I gasped as I saw what he caused upon me.

And I didn't expect this but...

it looked just like the one that Mr. Kim had.

Now that's when I knew.... that woman that came out of his office with smudged "lipstick".... was just Satan.

In disguise?

~~~~~~~~~~In Training

"Okay, girl. You really think you know too much. Don't make me fire you right before the big case," Taehyung; roughly, half sarcastically, told off one of my 'co-workers(whom I've never met)'.

After that mini rage which; I found super attractive in him, somehow funny... I didn't really find his tone too serious; he came up to me.

"Cutie pie stop sitting around like my grandma," he yet again with a sarcastic tone, and clearly an annoyed face told ME off.

I giggled a bit, and grabbed my boxing gloves.

"Don't laugh. I'm pissed as shit right now," he shook his head and sighed as he was putting HIS on.

"Sir, you are cute when you are mad. Did anyone tell you that?"

"Yes. You did," he then replied, and got in some kind of boxing position which I was not expecting.

For an odd reason, I felt some kind of friendly comfortableness grow between me and my boss. Or was that just my imagination?

"Enough talking, let's get down to business."

Okay. Hot boss came out again.

Fuuuckk.

~~~~~~~~Later that evening

I was called down by Mr.Kim for some reason.

He was sitting on hair desk chair as always, and giving me a strange glare as I walked my way to his desk.

"Kay," he then unfroze, and reached for a paper.

"You haven't signed a contract with the company yet so here you go," he said handing my the paper and a pen.

I signed it real quick without questions, and gave it back to him.

"Kay, cool," he responded and put the paper inside his drawer.

I waited for him so say anything else, but he didn't. He just brought his attention back to his computer.

"Mr.Kim," I spoke breaking the intimate silence.

He looked at me, and smiled,"Yeah?"

"Do you know who that creature with the red eyes and the arousing aura is?" I straight up asked as if the topic has never been brought up before.

I told him about me seeing things, but I didn't expect it to continue, and the fact that Mr.Kim had that wound hickey thing just makes me bring it up again.

"No," he simply noted.

I felt like he didn't feel like talking again.

It reminded me of the first day I met him. How serious he looked...

"Is your- um- hickey doing okay?" I asked again like a dumbass. Literally the dumbest question that could out of my mouth.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Y/N. I may be a man, but I can catch undertones, and hints,"

My mouth zipped and I kind of just stood there, my eyes moving everywhere BUT Taehyung.

"Why would you even mention my hickey if you weren't thinking about giving me one beforehand," he continued sounding serious and sexy, and continued looking at me with a raised, intrigued, eyebrow.

"Oh..." I was speechless.

"Right, Y/N?" He wanted confirmation.

"Sure."

I was tending to say "no", but for some reason I was too distracted by his sexiness to think straight.

Ive had an eye for this guy since day 1.

He got up from his chair, and walked around his desk over to me.

I was hugging my papers looking like a college student in distress. Taehyung was a bit taller than me.

"Or should I give YOU one?" He took a strand of my hair in his palm.

"Sure." I mouthed again being so mentally lost.

My mind wasn't here anymore.

As if Satan was controlling me again.

As if he was manipulating my mind again.

That moment in the elevator where he made me cum without touching me? Same thing.

Taehyung moved my entire right side of hair to the back, and I swear he was GENUINELY about to give me a hickey.

All of a sudden I felt a sudden tingle as he ran his thumb across my neck, making me remember the wound Satan did for me.

"Oh look. He did it before me," Mr. Kim said not making me question anything since I was Yet again ... in a trance.

"Didn't think you were into her, Tae," then another voice spoke from behind me.

I knew who it was.

An arm wrapped around my waist from behind, as Taehyung was checking me up and down.

I closed my eyes, and let out a gasp.

"I wasn't. But now I am," Mr. Kim chuckled.

The voice from behind me.... Satan.... slid his hand from my waist down my crotch.

Under my panties.

As I felt his cold fingers rub against me, I couldn't help but moan and wobble my knees.

Taehyung's lips brought up to mine.

I was double touched.

Two men were touching me at the same time.

And I wasn't in my right stand of mind to realize that....

They knew each other.