Master Long, Your Adorable Little Sweetheart Is Flirting with Men Again

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I was tricked into an old farmhouse in the countryside and offered up as a ritual sacrifice.

From then on, a little black snake clung to me.

I mocked it for being so small and useless, but who knew it would say, "You'll only know if I'm any good after you've tried me."

When it revealed its true form, I realized how naive I had been. It wasn't a snake at all, but...