I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey - Chapter 102

Ain’t no way bro… Look, fellas, comrades, brothers in arms, believe me when I say that I am straight. But, GOD DAMN. That figure, that vampire, that drip and that introduction!? Would it even be moral to ask for more. Ahem, to clarify my previous point, femboys are *enjoyable* due their feminine aspect, as opposed to their, often huge…… – What I am saying is that there is no way I’m gay, right? However, Mr. Longdong Hood here is something else. Again, I am speaking purely respectfully and out of admiration to the arts and conceptualized beauty.

His introduction was just so nutty, for lack of a better word. You start off with barely a taste, no better than a silhouette, a small face, some red hair and cloak. You can tell they’re a twink but not much else. Then the next page you see a small tease of the face and a choker; defiantly a twink. Then another short show casing of his glove, all together, they don’t really paint a glorious scene. BUT THEN! BOOM! THE FULL FACE HITS YOU LIKE A TRUCK. The background changes color, matching and outlining his face to a tee. The background also becomes blank which adds the impact as the dominate layout of the pages sudden change (in all the other pages beforehand, the backgrounds featured workers and construction things). It really, REALLY, leaves a taste in your mouth that would be welcome different in so many ways. But, that’s not all. That’s displayed as like the “big hit” and you assume that there is nothing left for you to expect, “Oh, that vampy is pretty, but they are probably just going to be a regular small vampire in a cloak and formal attire” is what you think. And you could not be more wrong. When have you ever read “I’m Not Really The Demon King’s Lackey” to be prove your own expectations to you? It does not disappoint.
The white leggings: Mmmmm.
The corset: Ooooo.
The figure: a.
The Cloak juxtaposing vampy: Huuuu.
The latex texture of it all: (I ran out of sounds. I am literally speechless).
Even the seemingly dull dress shoes just match everything so dosh darn diggity well that you struggle between the only two options available to you:
Do you accept that which *is* in you?
Or reject that which *was* in you?

If vampy gets killed off somehow, I’m gonna be sad for about a week before thanking the heaven above for preventing my life from going astray. But right now?
He better not die!