As a Demon, I Don't Want to Be Loved by Humans

I died, then reincarnated.

I became a monster.

Countless humans despise me...

They want to kill me, to seal me away...

But so what?

I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to get upset about it, and I don't need you to comfort me!

Mm, I said no!

And where do you think you're putting your hands?!

Already giving up?

I looked down with contempt at the male creature beneath me, who had started begging for mercy.

You got me all worked up, and now you want to run?

Heh, as if I'd let you get away with that... Talente?