Lux ; Asmodeo as part of Youngjin - Chapter 2

　　　　 　　　　　　 　𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖘
　　　　　 　　　　　　 　　　𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖉𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘.

　　　　　 　
　　　　　 　Every time I look in my right hand the way I still do not believe what happened, I'm certainly stunned but at the same time I can not stop thinking about the strange and long dream I had. Had he been in a coma? Now everything, absolutely everything, is confusing and does not give me a good thorn. Am I going crazy? Should I make an appointment with a psychologist? Just thinking of a psychologist I feel a chill run through me and confusion and disbelief whip me along with the memories of a room perfectly illuminated by the sunlight of the wide window and the spacious room decorated with furniture of the finest wood, not knowing if It is mahogany or pine I am distracted, the point is that I was lying on the furniture and someone was writing to me, his voice was not familiar, but when I saw his face I was frozen.
　　　　　 　
It was me.
　　　　　 　
　　　　　 　I watched fascinated with that to then return to the scene of the accident and again be in that office. The topics of conversation were all different and so I could find out that the man who looks so much like me is a demon who supposedly was granted a part of my soul, although surely he only took it, when he looks at me I notice it, all those desires that he has to make of his with my body and my mind.
　　　　　 　
　　　　　 　Every day that I spend in the hospital is one more bill to my bank account and one less day of collection for me. Without charge there is no good life, I think while I feel the look of someone on my body and the doctor looks at me like a hungry wolf on a steak. He wants me, I'm sorry, I know and I do not know how, but I can read everything he wants to do to me, Asmodeus reproduces in my head the things that are happening as if that woman and I are puppets of controlled threads for him with a mocking smile.
　　　　　 　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Can you control that?
　　　　　 　
　　　　　— It's a fantasy, you can, we can control the desire, and she will never know what really happened.—
　　　　　 　
　　　　　 　He talks to me while red dyes make everything look more hot, my mind is lost and in my fantasy he holds my penis pumping the phallus while Dr. Kim sucks my glans as the most desired candy for her, before I can realize I have not stopped watching how that woman impales herself to the throat, hollows her cheeks suffocating with pleasure while I can read her thoughts, in her head she is lost, in her fantasy the demon penetrates her while she continues to suck hungry, and although in the main plane she she just pokes her fingers, indulging herself under the orders of I can drown with the smell of her vaginal juices and the subject's semen going down her thighs, stimulating my own arousal, making her want more and even though I'm almost totally hurt all over her body I make her jump over my erection until touching the end of her wet and surprisingly narrow cavity, she touches her breasts and offers me her nipples which l I love immediately my final and fill it without shame, resisting is not in my plans and the full letting me squeeze the penis by the incredible multiorgasm in which the demon twists, is simply overwhelming, the room despite the cold is feels hot, my body burns and we are sweaty, still filled hard and she slowly begins to come down from the cloud of pleasure, little by little wakes up from the fantasy and I am there, down, with a cynical smile.
　　　　　 　
　　　　　— J-young Y-yoo ... — She's dumbfounded about what she just did and gets off my lap, too scared she can not stop staring at me with her eyes half-closed in surprise and about to cry so I close the eyes and I deny.
　　　　　 　
　　　　　
　　　　　— That did not mean anything, please take your measurements and do not get pregnant .— Decree, although young I'm not stupid, with a cold tone I ask you to leave me alone and the woman after arranging her clothes and hair nodding comes out of there leaving me again with the devil sitting at my feet, looking at me like a child who has had fun making a mischief explaining that he feeds on energy, raising his eyebrows every time he tells me how he likes to manipulate me and I decide to rest again.