Kon's life took a dramatic turn after that. Although the devil hasn't forced him, all he does was pleasure Kon everything night.
And against all judgement, Kon found himself, eagerly waiting every night.
He still hates the Devil to his bone, but he can't deny the pleasure the devil gives him.
Countless times, Kon has tried to pleasure himself, but it doesn't seem to work.
It was as if his body have gotten used to the devil's hand, and only want them on him.
“It's time for dinner.” The scorpion announced the moment he came into Kon's room.
Kon lay, sprawled on the bed after another unsuccessful masturbation.
Before the devil, he hasn't thought of masturbating. But since that night, it's all he can think of.
And what's worst, he always imagined the devil doing all those things to him.
“Kon?” Scorpion called out when he got no response from the snappy boy who seems to know what to say all the time.
“What's it?” Kon snapped.
“It's time for dinner,” Scorpion said in a neutral voice.
“I will be down in a few.”
“My master is waiting for you. So, I will advise—”
“Keep your damned advice yourself! I will be down there when I want to, and not because of your damned master!”
Scorpion clenched his fists, to keep his anger in check.
He was only putting up with the spoiled brat because of his master. Had that bit been the case, he would have put a bullet into Kon's forehead right at the onset.
“I will tell him that.” Scorpion clenched his teeth.
Kon didn't spare him a glance. He kept his focus on the ceiling.
Scorpion gently closed the door behind him and walked back to the dining to inform the devil of Kon's response.
“Let me guess. He said he will come when he wants?” The Devil asked before the scorpion can relay the message.
“Yes, sir. Those were his exact words.”
“Hmm.” The Devil modded. “Kon wants to play with fire, not knowing it will burn him.”
“Master, do you have to waste your time with him? There are other boys who will—”
“Did I tell you I want other boys?” the devil snapped at him.
“I'm sorry, sir. I just….”
The devil rose from his chair. “I don't know what it is about him who makes me want to dominate him.” He smirked. “I wish to feel him squirm under me.”
Scorpion clenched his teeth. He didn't say a word, but it pissed him to see the devil acting this way.
The devil has always been fearless. He's never one to act so lovesick over a boy who isn't all that beautiful.
The girls the devil has been with before were far prettier in the eyes than this Kon. But it seemed he was the only one who can make the devil act like a fool.
“Aren't you giving him too much privilege? He's making you see soft and.....”
The sound of a gunshot rang in the air, and Scorpion fell to the ground, clutching his leg with his hand.
“Do you call this soft?” The devil strode over to him. “I know what in doing, Scorpion. You don't have to act like my mother.”
“I'm sorry, master.” Scorpion clenched his teeth, to stop the groan from escaping.
He has gotten used to the devil's short tempers and his penchant for shooting at the slightest provocation.
What angered him more was the reason he was shot.
Kon.
Had that boy bit shown up, he wouldn't have been shot.
“Get yourself treated. We will leave by 8.” The devil turned his back to Scorpion. He walked back to his seat. “This will be the last time you speak of Kon.”
“I apologize once more for my mistakes.” Scorpion apologized. He rose from the ground, and lumped out of the dining, vowing to get back at Kon.
“Kon.” The devil mussed.
He knew Scorpion was right about the boy, but there is no way he could stop himself from acting a certain way.
Kon walked down and headed over to his seat without sparring, a glance at the devil.
“Come over here.” The devil commanded, trying to look a bit intimidating.
“Why will I do that?” Kon folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the devil.
“Come over here.” The devil repeated. This time, he used enough force.
“Why—”
“Let's see. Your friend works at a bar uptown during the weekends. It will only take a man to take him down. What do you say?”
“Don't touch Lin!” Kon matched over to where the Devil was. “I'm here. What do you want me to do?” He clenched his teeth.
“Why do you protect your friend so much?” The devil frowned.
“As you said, he's my friend.” Kon arched a brow at him. “Why did you call me here?”
“Sit.” The devil patted his thighs.
“What?”
“Sit.”
“Not when there are chairs around. I'm not sitting on your thighs!” Kon folded his arms.
“Then, suit yourself. If you wish to eat, you have to sit on my lap.”
“Really? Then, I'm not eating!”
Kon's stomach rumbled.
He went to class on an empty stomach and missed Lunch because he was pissed with the devil.
“So?” The devil smirked.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
“It's only sitting on your thighs!”
Kon angrily sat on the devil's thighs.
“Good boy.” The devil touched his hair.
“Don't touch me!” Kon slapped the devil's hand off his hair. “I want to eat.” He took up the spoon in front of him.
He wriggled his butt to get comfortable.
“Don't,” the devil said in a strained voice. He placed his hand on Kon's waist to keep him in place.
“Why?” Kon wriggled his arse once more, not aware of his actions.
But that was until he felt something hard poking his arse.
“What—” He tried to rise, but the devil kept him in place.
“Where are you going?” The devil's hot breath was on Kon's partially exposed neck.
“Stop.”
“Why? You spooked my little brother. You need to tame it.” He whispered into Kon's ears, eliciting shivers from him.