Midnight. A full moon hung in the sky, its silver glow casting two figures facing each other across the street. The boy on one side was around seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing casual clothes with his arms folded across his chest and a faintly deranged smile curling at his lips like ink seeping through parchment - a devilish gentleman if ever there was one.

The girl opposite him looked barely fifteen or sixteen, her body trembling beneath the black silhouette of her revealing outfit. Sweat beaded on the sheer hosiery clinging to her legs, releasing a delicate yet intoxicating scent that curled in the cold air between them.

These two were Lin Luo and Karin. Though Lin had never deployed informants throughout Fuyuki City from the beginning, he'd entrusted Shizuka Kurosawa with monitoring key locations like the Holy Church and Ryudo Temple. As an Umibozu tengu capable of commanding all crows as eyes and messengers without detection, her information network was flawless.

The moment Karin stepped outside, Lin had been alerted through his raven's whisper, then deliberately let his presence brush hers to complete this elaborate game - precisely as planned. What Karin believed was a successful ambush turned out to be the hunter becoming prey.

*He's finally made his move,* Karin thought, watching Lin Luo's aura shift into something dangerously chaotic and malevolent. The fear tightening her chest wasn't born of terror but first-time ritualistic pressure; even if she could mask it well, her body betrayed subtle tremors designed to stoke the predator's hunger.

Demons thrived on others' suffering, their insatiable carnality reducing countless women to lifeless husks through magical siphoning. Yet Karin possessed a cursed gift - Nekketsu Reiki, a physiology that turned demonic intimacy into execution. The stronger the demon, the more potent this poison became.

Though female demons existed in similar fashion, they required different countermeasures beyond Karin's expertise as an exorcist. Tonight's scenario was textbook: a vulnerable maiden walking alone through empty streets - a delicacy even the most cautious devils couldn't resist when laced with pheromone-infused sweat and trembling virginity that promised concentrated yin energy.

"Something unusual about your scent, nun." Lin Luo approached as scripted when Karin's facade crumbled to despair. His gloved hand lifted her chin at an angle that exposed the flawless curve of her throat beneath moonlight.

Karin's body froze under his oppressive aura, sweat making her skin glisten like dew-drenched petals in the floral perfume enveloping them both. Her internal monologue clashed violently with physical reactions - she despised her own weakness for not resisting further while secretly craving more when her mind screamed at her to flee.

But something gnawed at her instincts. This demon was too composed, his civility unsettling compared to the feral brutality she expected from creatures that devoured virgins' souls. Like the contrast between lowly ghouls and noble Twenty-Seven Ancestors among vampires, high-ranking demons maintained cultivated manners beneath their violent core.

When Lin Luo's kiss finally crushed against her lips and his hands slid down her body with maddening precision, Karin realized her assumptions were crumbling faster than she could control. Her numbed senses suddenly sharpened in ways that defied her cursed physiology - taste returning to savor the iron tang of his mouth, touch rediscovering sensation along her spine as if tracing forgotten memories.

The violation should have been mechanical, yet every moan escaped her throat like a dam bursting open. Her hands and tongue moved against logic, betraying her while she wept silent tears behind closed eyelids. The thought that the weight above her might not be demonic felt like blasphemy even as it took root deep in her soul.

"You're wondering why I'm not what you expected?" Lin Luo's voice cut through the haze suddenly, his hands pausing mid-motion. Karin's eyes flew open to find him already withdrawing from her trembling form, his expression now devoid of malice and magic alike.

"Y-you..." Her breath hitched as he straightened out her ruined clothing with infuriating calmness before stepping back entirely. "Why would you let me...?"

"You wanted to know why your charm failed?" He chuckled at the raw accusation in her voice. "Perhaps because I'm not a demon? Or maybe just not one of yours."

Karin stared, horror dawning as she felt no lingering demonic presence. Her body had gone from death's door to complete normality without external intervention - an impossibility that defied every tenet of exorcism she'd studied for years.

"You're asking the wrong question," Lin said, gathering his coat around him like a mantle he hadn't been wearing moments ago. "The real issue is whether you know what kind of person you want to become."

Karin's mind reeled as he walked away into the moonlit street, leaving behind not just her violated body but something far more fragile - a shattered certainty about destiny and identity that had held together for years. The final line of his parting words lingered in the air: *Next time, try seducing me as yourself.*