The Demon King Clears the Dungeon With His Looks

Fang You is dragged into an infinite-flow instance, where he must play a delicate, helpless pretty boy who holds everyone back. The good news is that he is actually a demon lord, the kind who isn't afraid to get face-to-face with an instance NPC. The bad news is that his power comes from feeding on positive human emotions. But in the instances, his teammates are terrified and tense the whole time. Hungry, Fang You becomes a pretty face and nothing more, in the truest sense of the word. Why should the great Demon Lord put up with that? Without hesitation, Fang You decides to get by on his looks in the instances. The calf sliced by a vine is pale and slender. Teammate A crouches down, holding his ankle while carefully bandaging the wound. Fang You bites his lip, trying to endure it, his breathing soft and damp, a delicate flush rising at the corners of his eyes. Because this person's emotions taste way too good. Teammate B Fang You's tastes grow more and more refined, but before he can get picky, he runs into the instance boss. The boss calls Fang You by name with fond intimacy and finds all sorts of ways to possess him: