As If You Weren't a Birdman Yourself

Five hundred years ago, Duke had met two Great Sages of the Demon Race, and both had been remarkably handsome. One was the peach-eyed Flood Dragon Demon King, a shameless flirt inside and out. The other was the Roc Demon King, frosty-faced on the surface but a flirt to his very bones.

Duke had long known that restrained flirts like the Roc Demon King cared more about maintaining their image in public and would not readily reveal their true nature. But once they let loose, they were guaranteed to be wilder than anyone else.

Still, he had never expected the Roc Demon King to be this wild.

A round table stood in the spacious room, laden with fine wine and food. The Roc Demon King had two beautiful women in his arms—the unclothed kind. One of them held wine in her mouth, then pressed her thin lips to the Flood Dragon Demon King's and passed it into his mouth. The Roc Demon King's hands were not idle either, roaming over the two women's bodies and drawing breathless moans from them.

Aside from one woman behind him massaging his shoulders, the rest were all naked, playing the zither and singing, reciting poetry and dancing. Looking closely, there were even two sleeping on the bed, presumably exhausted...

When Duke kicked the door open, several crimson plum blossoms had been planted on the Roc Demon King's handsome face. His long hair hung loose and disheveled, and worst of all, a bright red embroidered bellyband was tied around his neck.

Their eyes met, and the room fell silent!

Duke: "..."

Roc Demon King: "..."

Screams erupted everywhere. The first to react were the young ladies in the service industry. They broke free from the frozen Roc Demon King and fled into the corners to