Darkness enveloped the land, and the surrounding area became pitch black. She heard a cold voice, "Do you want to live?"
"Of course." Following his own voice, a black figure came gracefully. The voice gently held her hand, placed a hot kiss on it, raised his head slightly, and looked at her with sincere eyes, "As you command, my lord."
At that moment, she heard her heart beating rapidly.
Once, twice. . . Just like a demon gently pulling her into hell. At the last moment, you could feel the moisture at the base of your ears, and the hot breath lingering on the sensitive point. A pair of hands gently held her waist, and sighed softly, "Don't run. You are mine."
She remembered her name: Momoi Satsuki, and that black shadow was like the cinnabar mole on her chest, an irreplaceable existence: Ichiden mirror.