Ren woke up to a strange sensation… warm, soft, and disturbingly suspicious.
He was lying on something… no, someone soft. And when he cracked one eye open, he was met with a pair of golden eyes glowing like twin embers in the dark, staring at him as if he were a lost treasure from a thousand years ago. No, not just staring — they were getting closer... until he felt her lips brush against his forehead.
"Finally…" she whispered in a voice so silky it felt like a sacred curse, "I've found you."
Ren sighed without even blinking and slowly turned his head, still sprawled across her almost-naked body. He muttered with a deadpan tone,
"Oh… another dream? Am I going to be killed or kidnapped this time?"
Estara shook her head gently, a devilish smile on her lips.
"No. You'll be pampered… until you beg for mercy."
"Sounds annoying…" he stretched a little, then added,
"But fine. Five more minutes, then do whatever you want."
He didn't even get one.
Before he could drift off again, she pressed a long kiss against his neck — then bit him. Gently, but enough to make him flinch.
"Is that how you wake people up?" he asked, still refusing to open his eyes.
"No, that's how I claim ownership."
"Ownership?" he mumbled, then cracked one eye open to look at her.
"Am I some kind of demon property now?"
"You're more than that, my destiny…" she purred, crawling over him like a shadow, her wings folding in, her tail wrapping around his thigh, and her dark horns nearly touching his forehead.
There was a pause. Then a long, deep sigh from Ren.
"Okay… So I didn't die. Where are we? And why is a demoness trying to mate with me before I've even fully opened my eyes?"
"We're in the Fourteenth Underworld, the Grand Abyss." she said proudly, then whispered near his ear,
"And you've been summoned from your old world, because I've chosen you…"
"...to be?"
"My husband."
He raised an eyebrow, sat halfway up, then flopped back onto the pillow.
"Is this some new brand of insanity?"
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A few minutes later, while Estara was putting on something more "modest" — or rather, magically hiding her horns and tail — Ren was yawning, tightening his belt, gazing at the violet sky with three moons, ignoring the creatures floating lazily through the air.
"A new world… strange laws… and a crazy demoness chasing me like a cat chasing a can of tuna."
Estara, clinging to his arm like a precious ring, said with soft cheer:
"No, I'm the jewel of your new world."
"Hmm… A jewel that sneaks into my bed and licks my neck?"
"That was affection. And you taste... delicious."
Ren stopped. Looked at her. Then up at the sky. Scratched his head.
"Either I'm in a very long nightmare… or this adventure's going to be way messier than I thought."
At that moment, a magical siren blared from the nearby city. A massive explosion erupted at the eastern gate. A dragon stuffed with explosives shot across the sky, and soldiers screamed:
"The Great Heretic has returned!"
Ren sighed, stretched his arms lazily, and muttered:
"So... no time to nap, huh?"
Estara smiled, drawing her demonic sword from thin air:
"Let's show them how my husband fights."
He replied calmly, walking toward the chaos:
"If these pants fall down, I'm not apologizing to anyone."