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A disheveled child with a black collar around his neck had a black lotus pattern on his forehead.
Dark circles under his eyes, he lay on a lounge chair, surrounded by dozens of young, fair-skinned, delicate-looking girls, all busying themselves.
Massaging the child's legs, kneading his shoulders, rubbing his temples, picking his ears, feeding him crystal grapes, and so on...
The child squinted his eyes while one small hand was caressing another dewy-skinned little girl as pale as snow.
Despite his tender age, he was the epitome of indulgence.
Suddenly.
The untamed Demon Child felt a slight burning sensation at the black lotus pattern on his forehead.
His eyes flickered open, emitting a powerful desire for Divinity, turning the girls around him flush with red.
"Come over."
The Demon Child slowly rose from the lounge chair.
He pointed at a tall yet child-faced young girl.
The girl walked over, turned around, and lay down on the ground.
