The first time the demon stepped out of the mirror and f****d him with his own c**k, Kai came so hard he saw stars behind his own smug, pretty face.
It happened at 2:17 a.m. in the sleek penthouse he called home. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline, but the real show was the massive mirror dominating his bedroom wall. Kai stood naked in front of it, phone propped on a tripod, red recording light glowing like a devil’s eye. His sculpted body gleamed under soft LED strips, abs carved from relentless gym sessions, thick c**k already rock-hard and leaking, dark hair tousled just right for the camera.
“Alright, babies,” he purred to the lens, voice dripping with that signature arrogant charm that had earned him over two million followers. “You’ve been begging for the raw, u
