Later that night, Demos came to see Carreta again, bringing her a leather bag and a cell phone that had been left at Café TerraMaris, as well as a broken digital music player.

According to him, the player was hanging around her neck at the time, probably because of too much rain, and now it can't make any sound.

Carreta didn't tell Demos that the music player was José's last thought she had left, and she was thinking about finding an electronics repair shop in two days to see if she could fix it again.

Carreta had little appetite and declined Demos's offer to invite her out to dinner, drinking only some hot porridge.

With something in her stomach, she walked to the bathroom next door, took off her cloudy dress and entered the glass shower room, standing naked under the metal shower.

Turning on the hot water faucet, the warm water spurted out, pouring her body for a long time, and the sadness that had taken root in her heart also sprouted again because of the infusion of this water, and bore strings of crystal fruits snatched from her two eye sockets, instantly merging with the hot water on her face.

Carreta had no idea that things would change so dramatically.

From being hit hard by Cali to spend the night at Demos's villa, and having a misunderstanding with Jose until he planned to escape, his fate took a sharp turn, and he was "picked up" by Demos after losing Jose.

In the unforeseeable future, the fate that she can't grasp is like a pool of sticky mud that sucks Karet's body in, so that the more she struggles, the deeper her body is buried.

All kinds of frustration and confusion tormented her, suppressed her, and finally made her give up all fighting spirit and be willing to go with the flow.

The water flow of the shower was turned on to the maximum, and the hot white gas gradually filled the transparent glass house, engulfing her entire body inside.

The notes of "Bang La La" played endlessly in this hidden space, both the sound of water and her crying......

For a long time, when the mood was completely out of the gloom, Kareta walked out of the shower room. Putting on a men's bathrobe on a hook, she used a hair dryer to blow her hair slightly before leaving the bathroom and descending downstairs to the first floor.

After walking around the living room and kitchen, she couldn't find anyone, so she went back to the second floor and pushed open the bedroom door.

Demos stood inside, dressed in coffee-colored satin pajamas.

Kareta blushed and explained in embarrassment:

"Hug ...... Sorry, I'm ...... I didn't know it was your room, I ...... I can't find Noah anywhere...... So ......"

"Noah has already left and school is about to start, so he will be busy with school in the next few days. I'm just coming in and getting a pack of cigarettes......"

Demos spread out the cigarette case and lighter in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on her for a long time as he explained.

Under the wide men's bathrobe, her delicate body could not see the slightest curve at all, but looked a little thin and funny.

"That'...... Or am I...... I went downstairs to my room to sleep......"

Carette stammered at Demos' notice, then turned to open the door and leave.

Demos rushed from behind her a few steps and hugged her, the force was a little violent, making her feel breathless, and her heart beat faster in a panic.

With a "bang", the door was decisively closed by a strong arm stretched out by Demos.

"I know it's taking advantage of others, but I've really waited too long. This time, I won't let you go again......"

His voice was slow, gentle but deep.

"Demos ......"

Karete's eyes widened in shock, her eyes lonely and helpless, her voice shaking, and she only exhaled before falling silent.

Through the bathrobe, her body was being caressed by the warmth of Demos's hands, which made her even more apprehensive.

Her long blonde hair had not yet dried, and some damp silk hair was emitting a characteristic fragrance. Demos brought his face close to the top of her head, sniffing the enchanting fragrance greedily as he dropped a few kisses between her blonde hair.

"Even after taking a shower, why is your body still cold? I can feel the bone-eating coldness through this bathrobe......"

He sighed with pity and led her to the bedside.

Kareta tried to struggle, but she couldn't, knowing she couldn't escape tonight.

This is the fate of the minute hand, no matter how you go, you have to throw yourself back into the arms of the hour hand, and meet the hour hand at a certain point -

Suddenly, she thought of the task that Zeus had assigned her, and she shuddered in her heart.

She must keep this secret from Demos, however, with the secret and the bond, the road ahead ...... Is it joy or sorrow?

In the midst of her thoughts, Carette was hugged to bed by Demos.

He carefully lifted her face and imprinted a long, warm kiss on each of her lips.

She reached out to pull her yukata, but she half-pushed it with her hand.

"Demos ...... Wait a minute. ”

Her voice trembled and pleading, clearly not fully prepared.

The hand that had stopped on Carette's chest stopped, and Demos looked at Carette without speaking, and as soon as the kiss went down, he sealed her lips with his mouth again.

The moment it was occupied by his fiery kiss, Karete's mind went blank, and she seemed to have completely forgotten about the refusal.

Lifting his dressing gown, he saw a graceful female torso. Because of the long soaking in the hot water and heat of the bath, the young body now appears fairer, and the light of temptation is draped in the hazy bedroom night light.

They fell on the bed together, and Demos caught a pair of soft snow rabbits on Carette's chest, and he couldn't wait to kiss them, and continued the kiss......

Carreta could no longer bear the feeling of drunkenness, and her gasps became heavier and more urgent. Her cold body was finally ignited by Demos's enthusiasm, and she stretched her tense limbs one by one, like a delicate bud creeping with petals......

A tearing pain that I had never felt before came from underneath me.

She was unbearable and let out a scream of pain. Cold sweat formed all over his body, and his hands involuntarily clenched the bathrobe under him......

Carette could barely breathe.

The peculiar pain continued, and with Demos's continuous movements, the pain stretched through her nerves. She felt like her body had been cut open by that strange pain, breaking into tiny pieces.

Looking straight at the smallpox, strings of tears flowed from her hollow eyes, her lips trembled and trembled, and the syllables faintly released between her tongue and teeth were only one word, "pain".

Demos showed even more pity, and he gasped~ to hug her closer, and whispered excitement in her ear:

"I want you to remember this moment forever, after tonight, everything about you will belong to me, only to me!"

......

At the same moment, the holy mountain Olympus, the palace of Alice, the goddess of disputes—

Unconscious, Cammod lay on the soft bed and tossed and turned, and finally jumped to his feet.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

The movement disturbed Alice, who slouched to one side, looking impatiently at his toned and straight upper body.

"Carret...... I guess I'm already with the God of Darkness......"

He sat there for a few more seconds before he looked lonely and seemed to say something to himself.

Alice smiled indifferently and sat up next to him, raised her eyebrows and deliberately angrily said to him:

"Of course! It's been two days, there's no way she's wandering the streets by herself, right? Maybe now...... She's lying beneath the Dark God, so she won't think of you!"

Kamod "Gege" clenched his fists and was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned over and got out of bed, picked up clothes and accessories, and kept putting them on.

"What are you doing, where do you want to go?"

Alice screamed violently when she saw this, like a hateful housekeeper's face.

Camelade flicked his cloak and slipped over one shoulder, strode towards the palace gate, and replied in a stiff voice without looking back:

"Back to my own dormitory! I'm not in the mood to accompany you—"

"Kamod! you...... You wait for me!"

Behind him, an angry Alice sat on the edge of the bed, stinging viciously......

——

Demos was caught in the eyes by a ray of sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtains, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, and he was completely awake.

Sitting up and stretching his waist, he picked up his phone on the bedside table and looked at the time.

It's eleven o'clock, it's already noon! No wonder, it's almost dawn after tossing and turning last night—

The prompt sounded twice, and Demos swiped the chat software in the mobile phone and saw a very conspicuous message prompt on the avatar of the attendant Noah.

He opened the message and saw that it was Noah who had told him that he had already booked lunch for him, and that Fino's famous seafood dish for two and a bottle of white wine from 1976 had been delivered around 12 o'clock.

When placing an order, Noah specifically instructed the delivery person to put things outside the gate of the villa and not to disturb the people in the villa.

Hehe, stinky boy. It's really hearty, remember that Kareta and I both like seafood......

Demos was no longer sleepy-eyed, and while praising his servant for his reliability, he leaned down and quietly approached Carreta on the other half of the bed.

She was still asleep.

Last night, she and Demos had a total of seven passions.

The last time, she lay under him and finally experienced a sense of uncontrollable pleasure~ that instantly brought her from the long climb to the highest peak like an electric shock, and then turned sharply back to reality when her mind was blank.

And the only thing she could do at this moment of extraordinary pleasure was to clung to Demos's solid arm and cry out uncontrollably......

After that, she was exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep in the gentle embrace of Demos—

Demos looked at her quietly, at her slender arms that were naked outside the quilt and the sun was white, at her peaceful and charming sleeping position, and at the curvy long eyelashes that occasionally bounced once or twice in a sweet dream.

She is like a cute porcelain doll lying beside his pillow, crystal clear and beautiful, and he is a little fluttering when he sees it.

Demos smiled silently, appreciative and contented.

That's what humans often call happiness, he thought. Nowadays, one person's world has become two people, and there is a lot more warmth and expectation from being alone to snuggling together, so there will be no more loneliness and loneliness.

Stretching his gaze, Demos saw the men's bathrobe on the floor under Carret's bed, the wrinkled hem of the shirt with the speckled red marks were very eye-catching, like plum blossoms in full bloom, watering the dark color of Demos's eyes.

Suddenly, his heart softened again, and more cherishment and love were born.

Thinking of Carret's always clean and self-loving, these marks can be regarded as the most valuable contribution to him.

Reaching slightly, he re-tied her messy blonde hair on the soft pillow, and then imprinted a few kisses on her peach-pink half cheek before getting up and leaving the bedroom.