The Demon King Keeps Dying at the Dungeon Entrance

A scheming, twisted, theatrical demon king with an overwhelming possessive streak x a naive, sweet, soft-bodied hero with lofty ideals but no talent for fighting Angelica, who has no talent for combat, is forced to set out on a quest to defeat monsters. But at the entrance to the first labyrinth, she finds the demon king's corpse. When she appears before the king, she discovers that the man on the throne has the same face as the demon king. "You've killed me again. Are you satisfied now, my saint?" The demon king's exquisite, bewitching face is impossible to look away from. But the hero has ideals and ambitions, so she lowers her head and pretends she didn't see him. After racking up more credit for slaying the demon king than she can handle, even diligent Angelica starts to get annoyed. "When are you going to stay dead...? Don't come any closer!" Slowly, Slos approached. "Perhaps, if you were willing to try... another method." "What method?" Slos slowly ran his tongue over his sharp fang. "Offer yourself to me as a sacrifice." Later, as Angelica gazed down at the land stripped of its disguise, she heard his low laugh beside her. "Are you satisfied with what you see, my saint...?" Pale skin, gleaming like moonlight. Like all the words I could never bring myself to say, I want to give her everything I have. #CoercivePossession# #YoullFallForItWarning# Coming soon: Monster's Guide to Winning Over Your Love. A story about a woman, lucky or unlucky, who finds herself with a strange lover. Ship Sacrifice She was a ship's doctor disguised as a man. One fall overboard later, both her job and her life were over. Then she returned to three days earlier. It seemed Heaven had given her a second chance, except A fishy stench seeped into every corner, and the reddish stains on the deck could never be cleaned away. The crew realized a sea monster had its eye on the ship. Until it took the sacrifice it wanted, no one could escape these cursed three days. Cave Bride After falling into a cave and being rescued, she found snake scales appearing on her body. The elders said she was the bride chosen by the mountain god. The villagers kept a close watch on her, afraid she would run away. In truth, after every sunset, a chilly, hissing presence would wrap around her and whisper words of love in her ear. She had no way to escape. Ghost Husband She wore black gauze as she bid farewell to her new husband at the cemetery. Her husband had been frail in life. To her, the marriage had been more like a high-paying hospice-care job. On the night of the funeral, he came back. Freed from the constraints of his body, he could finally fulfill all the desires he had been unable to act on while alive. Hound While studying abroad, she was targeted by a stalker. One night, she received an unfamiliar message: Look outside. She saw the stalker's tattered, bloodstained clothes hanging from a roadside shrub. The next morning, her fingers were damp, the bite marks had not faded, and the fresh meat had vanished from her fridge. It seemed a loyal but vicious dog had moved into her home, one that would do anything to protect its owner. Theme: