'Or shouldn't I?' pain enveloped Roxus' chest. But her eyes were burning with lust, igniting an abundant heat atmosphere in Lucifer's body. Like being hypnotized, Roxus didn't dodge.
'You can't love me, Lucifer—' a sweet kiss, gentle and delicate. '—but if you saw me simply as a pitiful woman, then I won't stop you.'
"Good. You simply saw me the same as those lowlives?" asked Lucifer in a deep, husky voice. This woman didn't even stop him. At this point, does she no longer care who touch her anymore?
Roxus scrutinized Lucifer's expression and gaze. Roxus secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart when she saw that there wasn't a hint of love in the man's eyes. She smiled, she understood Lucifer was trying to test her. The kiss counts for nothing.
"Oh well, just count as me wanting to taste the body of Your Majesty the Demon King, Lucifer."