This time, Luna did not go frozen in her place so she parted her lips away while flushing red all over her face.
"Have you no shame? Are you certain you aren't the one infected by a devil's magic?" she asked, her hands trembling.
Out of all the feelings, she's yet to be familiar with, doing those things confused her even if she knew what two people alone can do. She has never looked at him like that ever since but it seemed to change. It became irreversible that she hated herself. She has no time to feel those things when she should be thinking of going back to see one person.
Meanwhile, his brows furrowed at her question and held her chin, looking straight at her deep black eyes that's reflecting his face. The last thing he wanted was to be related to those wicked beings.
"Do you want to know, then? Check it for yourself. A devil's magic aura, to remove it requires sexual contact. They're that hard to erase, my disciple, remember that," he whispered.
