[BL] I Accidentally Summoned A Demon Husband Now He Won't Leave-Chapter 36: Turning the Demon King On!!!

How in God’s name did this person even get in here?!

That was Elliot’s first thought as he stared wide-eyed at the unexpected figure standing in his room. But as soon as he registered the intruder, another, far more pressing issue smacked him in the face—he was practically naked!

A single, barely secured towel clung to his damp skin, the only thing shielding his modesty. The moment the realization hit, Elliot’s body tensed, heat rushing to his cheeks. His arms instinctively crossed over his chest as if that would somehow protect him from the piercing gaze of the stranger before him.

And who the hell even was this guy?!

The sheer audacity of this person, barging into his private space unannounced, sent a surge of indignation through Elliot. His false bravado kicked in immediately, puffing his chest in a flimsy attempt at confidence as he jabbed a finger at the intruder.

"You—how the fuck did you get into my room?!" he demanded, voice laced with outrage.

But the tall, imposing figure standing before him didn’t seem the least bit concerned. In fact, he barely spared Elliot a glance before a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. There was something mocking about it, as if Elliot’s reaction was nothing more than an amusing little spectacle.

If Elliot could read minds, he would have heard the stranger’s thoughts loud and clear:

Heh. Cute.

Varian, the ever-loyal second-in-command of the Demon King, had to admit—Azrael had a point.

At first glance, he hadn’t thought much of the human his Lord had become obsessed with. In his opinion, mortals were fragile, pathetic creatures. Pretty, maybe, but weak.

And yet...

His sharp, dark eyes scanned Elliot’s bare form, noting details he wouldn’t usually bother to care about. Despite being labeled as "frail," Elliot’s body wasn’t as unimpressive as he’d expected. No, he wasn’t some muscular warrior, but there was something undeniably appealing about him—his skin was smooth, unblemished, and his toned form had an unexpected allure. He looked soft, yet strong in his own way.

Varian’s fingers twitched. Hah... interesting.

For a brief moment, a sinful thought flashed through his mind—how satisfying it would be to pin the little mortal down against his bed, watching his expressions shift between defiance and embarrassment. But Varian quickly shoved the idea away. That wasn’t his place. That privilege belonged to Azrael.

And speaking of the Demon King...

It was time to deliver the little mortal.

Without wasting another moment, Varian took a step forward.

Elliot stumbled back as the towering demon closed the distance between them with frightening ease. His throat felt dry as his mind screamed at him to run, but his feet refused to move.

What the hell is happening?!

Before he could blurt out another protest, Varian’s voice cut through the air, smooth and dripping with amusement.

"Weren’t you the one who shamelessly sent a sexy voice note summoning the Demon King? You turned him on. Now, you have to atone for it."

Wait...

What?!

Elliot’s brain short-circuited at those words.

So Azrael had actually received his desperate summoning attempt?! And more importantly—it worked?!

For a brief, foolish second, relief and joy bubbled up in his chest. He had spent hours trying to contact the Demon King, and now, finally, there was proof that his message had gone through!

But that excitement was immediately snuffed out when his mind processed the rest of Varian’s words.

Turned on.

Atone for it.

Elliot’s entire body locked up as a horrified realization dawned upon him.

Wait. Hold on. Turned on? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

As in... turned on? Like... in that way?!

His face went completely red, his hands instinctively clutching his towel even tighter as a deep sense of dread settled over him.

"W-wait, wait, wait! That’s not what I—"

Before he could finish, Varian grabbed him by the arm with a firm, unyielding grip.

"We should go." His tone was casual, as if they were merely heading out for a stroll.

Elliot panicked. "Wait!!" he shouted, pulling back desperately. "I’m practically naked!"

Varian arched a single, unimpressed brow. "And?"

"And?! I can’t go see Azrael in only a towel!" Elliot shrieked, voice bordering on hysterical. "I need to change! Give me a second—"

Unfortunately for him, Varian wasn’t feeling generous.

A thick, swirling mist of black energy suddenly enveloped them both. Before Elliot could blink, he felt a sharp pull, as if his body was being yanked through space itself.

And then—

Elliot’s feet hit solid ground.

Disoriented, he stumbled forward, blinking rapidly to adjust to his new surroundings.

Gone was his tiny bedroom. Instead, he found himself in a massive, luxurious chamber, its elegant interior far too grand to belong to anything remotely associated with the "demon realm" he had pictured.

This place didn’t scream "hellish nightmare."

It screamed "expensive, ancient royalty."

A sprawling, velvet sofa, gold-accented walls, and a massive, intricately carved fireplace dominated the space. Everything about it reeked of wealth and power.

His mouth went dry.

This is the Demon Realm?!

Or was this... just Azrael’s house?

Before he could properly process everything, he found himself covered in dark swirls in and found himself in another room.

Varian, now standing beside him, smirked wickedly before calling out in a mockingly respectful tone:

"Dear Demon King, your mortal husband is here. Do with him as you please."

Elliot whirled on him, eyes burning with fury.

"What the hell do you mean by that?!" he demanded.

Varian simply grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. "Heh. The only advice I’ll give you? Never make the mistake of turning on the Demon King again. You’ll regret it."

Elliot’s jaw dropped.

"I... I turned him on?!" he repeated in disbelief.

How could a simple, desperate summoning message like—

"I’m going to shower and I’ll be naked. If you want to see me, now’s your best chance. Wink."

—possibly be enough to turn on a Demon King?!

Elliot gaped at Varian, utterly flabbergasted. "Are you serious? That’s all it took? Your Demon King must have zero self-control! He’s just some horny—"

The smirk vanished from Varian’s face.

Elliot barely had time to enjoy his minor victory before—

A door slammed open.

From the adjacent bathroom, a shadowed figure emerged, wrapped in nothing but a dark towel, droplets of water sliding down his sculpted chest.

His hair was damp, his crimson eyes burning with an unreadable intensity, and his sharp fangs peeked out from his clenched jaw.

Azrael’s voice was low, dangerous, and undeniably husky.

"What the hell did you just say?"