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All June Verrier did was agree to unpaid work and walk into a temple. Never in his life did he think that he will unleash a demon this way. With the demon Lucirien promising him wonders in this life, what would he not ask for? Surely, he did find out what he would.

“Pick a dream, even if it’s a very selfish dream…”

June Verrier was only a B-list actor shortchanged by his agency. He was only supposed to be a person rebelling against his old boss. How did he end up entangled in the affairs of the demons? No matter. Whatever came his way—be it a goon, an arrogant director, or a demon overlord—was dealt with precision. What was there to fear when he had become a devil’s darling?

Similarities with real people and places are coincidental.

Devil's Darling: The Villain and His Demon [BL]

When the door closed, June took a deep breath. He scrunched the torn end, inevitably showing off the nude shaper shorts underneath the skirt. He then whispered to Lantis who stood next to him. "Did she see this? Can't you fix it?"

Lantis, however, stayed quiet for the whole three floors' worth of ride. June just pouted at the rejection before channeling the thickest face that he could muster. After all, he would be strutting a bodycon mini dress with a huge tear that showed off the ass along the hallway of a business floor. The shaper's tone was so close to the skin that it looked like he was going commando instead.

"Charlie?" Marceline hummed as she pushed the door slowly. With a crack, she spied inside the room and saw how the man was on his desk. He seemed to be discussing something with someone over the phone. When he saw her, he ended the phone call and got up from his seat.

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