"You're not going to buy me a drink?" Pressing her body against the young man's, Bilqis asked with a playful tone.
Daemom rolled his eyes and laughed. He replied with a tone full of amusement, "I don't have money to cover the drinks served to me, let alone buy one for you."
Bilqis looked at Daemom, astonished, and laughed. Her joyful and infectious laughter echoed throughout the room, even causing someone in a bad mood to smile at the sound.
"HAHAHAHAHA~" Her body shook with laughter, carefree of her image.
Zafir and all the staff, who were Jinns, looked over at the table where Daemom and Bilqis were sitting. Zafir, in particular, did not look pleased with her laughter, which indicated that Daemom and his queen were getting along well.
This left a deep bitterness in the Ifrit's mouth. He had been trying to win over the Queen of Sheba for a thousand years, courting her in countless ways, but never achieved what this fifteen-year-old boy managed in less than an hour.
This definitely made Zafir extremely uncomfortable. Seeing his beloved in another's arms was a feeling worse than any man could endure in his lifetime.
And now, with his own eyes, he had to watch his beloved in another's arms, talking and laughing.
After a while, Bilqis stopped laughing and leaned her head on Daemom's shoulder, a smile still playing on her lips.
"Daemom, what are you going to do when Zafir finds out?" Wiping the tears from her face, Bilqis didn't care about her makeup and asked with curiosity.
"Two options." Daemom raised two fingers and spoke with a hint of pride and a mischievous smile. "I either run away or work for him to pay off my debt."
"That's been your plan from the beginning, hasn't it?" Bilqis laughed, finding his arrogant expression charming as he spoke about something so embarrassing with pride.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Daemom feigned innocence and responded with a puzzled look on his face.
Bilqis smiled and didn't respond. She picked up the bong and took a large inhale of smoke.
Let's have some fun with him… she thought playfully as she turned to face Daemom.
Then, under the cold and slightly menacing gaze of Amara, the Queen of Sheba approached and claimed Daemom's lips in an instant.
Daemom, taken by surprise, seemed for a moment to hear something breaking in the background, but he dismissed it, losing himself in the kiss amid the smoke.
Noticing Daemom's slight inexperience with kissing, Bilqis raised an eyebrow briefly but then narrowed her eyes with a touch of pride.
She settled onto Daemom's lap, holding his face to keep his gaze upward, and her tongue explored his mouth as a wild, sensual, and heated kiss unfolded.
One of Daemom's hands reached for Bilqis's slender waist and squeezed it firmly, while his other hand sank into the soft, pleasurable flesh of her ass. Where he molded those beautiful buttocks in an unscrupulous way and with endless greed, sinking into the pleasurable and delicious feeling.
Daemom tried to take control of the kiss in a fierce battle, but his opponent was challenging, as if she knew his thoughts, attacking even more forcefully.
As their lips, slightly swollen from the wild kiss, separated, Bilqis's tongue licked his lips before retreating, and she smiled proudly.
"Who kisses better? Me or the little demon?" Holding his face with both hands, Bilqis looked directly into his eyes and asked with a teasing, playful tone.
Daemom didn't respond; instead, he bit Bilqis's lower lip hard and tugged on it slightly before letting go.
"It was just a normal kiss," he replied with a daring look and a smirk, his hands continuing to explore the wonderful body in front of him. He had never been shy and certainly wouldn't act that way now.
She raised an eyebrow at his provocative words but remained silent, feeling his unscrupulous hands roaming her body, sending pleasurable shivers and comfortable sighs escaping her moist lips.
"Hummmm~" Bilqis bit her lips, stifling a moan that was about to escape, and slipped off his lap, evading Daemom's greedy grasp.
Taking a deep breath, she assessed her body's state; the growing humidity and the almost unbearable itch between her legs filled her with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She wanted to tease Daemom, but she felt like the victim!
The boy did not act at all like someone shy and inexperienced, as one would expect from someone his age.
Licking her lips, Bilqis's black eyes looked at Daemom, who appeared completely unfazed, which made her feel less than pleased. He had stirred her in a way she hadn't anticipated.
Amara, who already had a faint murderous intent surrounding her, transformed into her human form and sat on Daemom's lap, preventing any further attacks from the divine temptress in front of her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck while resting her head on his shoulder, casting a cold glance at Bilqis. If looks could kill, Bilqis would have already turned into a corpse at that moment.
Looking at the fifteen-year-old girl glaring at her with a deadly stare, Bilqis's lips curled into a proud smile as she intentionally swayed her ample breasts, projecting an air of superiority.
Amara gritted her teeth at such a display of power. She looked at herself and then at Bilqis, murmuring slightly sadly, "What's good about so much fat..."
Sensing her sadness, Daemom embraced Amara tenderly and whispered a few things in her ear, making the girl's sorrow disappear as if it had never existed. Amara stole a quick kiss from Daemom's lips and looked proudly at Bilqis.
Watching the scene, Bilqis picked up the bong and showed a disinterested expression, although inside she didn't want to admit that she felt a little envious. She also wanted a lover to comfort her; unfortunately, having been single for so long, she had long forgotten what it was like to have a partner.
"Daemom, if you want a job, I can make Zafir accept you. I can see that you're in need," Bilqis said as she lazily reclined on the circular sofa, her eyes drifting over Daemom's clothes.
If Daemom had dressed more presentably, the boy's already high charm would have turned into a deadly weapon for any woman.
Daemom raised an eyebrow upon hearing this but didn't respond to Bilqis for a moment. Although he had initially thought about wanting to work at the nightclub, after sensing Zafir's feelings for Bilqis and witnessing what he had done to the woman in front of him, Daemom felt that his chances of getting the job were quite slim.
As if guessing his thoughts, Bilqis responded with a smile and looked deeply into his eyes. "You don't need to worry about that, Daemom. Zafir is not a child; he's over a thousand years old."
Daemom thought for a moment and nodded. "If you can get him to accept me, I owe you a favor, Bilqis." He was fed up with living in an abandoned apartment without water or electricity, and he barely had any food. Owing a future favor to improve his current situation seemed quite profitable.
The words Bilqis wanted to hear came out, causing her lips to curl into a very satisfied smile. Although she didn't know the identities of Daemom and Amara, she understood that both were not ordinary, considering the numerous demons hunting them.
A favor from someone like that for something so insignificant was extremely valuable.
It was decided: Daemom would get a job at a nightclub and would finally manage to earn some money.