The Demon King's Little Beauty

In the large bed laid a very beautiful refined woman asleep, a shadow loomed over the woman's slender figure reaching to her gown.

Kagura felt the movement on the bed and her cold amber eyes stared coldly at the man above her. She slapped the mans hand away with an indifferent glance.

"Don't touch me" her crystal like voice was alike the cool breeze on a autumn day.

The demonic man watched the woman with peach blossom eyes. When he argued she was his wife and it was only right they perform their duty as husband and wife, she only stared at him with a face like a thousand year frost.

"Your are only my husband in name," she said coldly.

Ai, this little wife, she wasn't necessarily little as she was only a head shorter than him who stood at 185cm tall and she had developed much more than woman her age. Her slightly disheveled long onyx hair fell down past her small waist.

Having being woken up by her "husband" prying open her gown, her long hair fell down to her well endowed chest appearing very seductive to the man.

This little wife of his had such a cold character, neither scared of him or moved by his good looks. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad as that would mean she would not fall for other men, but at this moment he is one of those men!

This was the first time he managed to get a glance at her bare chest. His sight moved to the red birthmark on her chest, it seems his wife's identity isn't simple.

Kagura's birthmark located on her left breast, unlike normal birthmarks it is in the shape of a miniature red snake.

"Get out" She turned her back against him to go back to sleep.

He didn't get angry but felt his Queen should naturally be this fierce, he would wait for the day his princess came to him on her own. Throughout the time they had married and

being the only man she had contact with, he knew her better than anyone excluding herself.