“What the fuck?” Oh Kang-Woo muttered.1

‘Why did she say my name?’0

His eyes shook. He quickly looked toward Iris; she was looking his way with a very wide smile, quivering as if she couldn’t be any happier than this moment.1

“You motherf…”1

The back of his head rang with pain, and his mind was in jumbles. He asked himself why, but he was able to come up with an answer soon enough. It was simple… so simple that he felt stupid for not having realized it sooner.0

‘Iris’s feelings have… switched from Si-Hun to me.’7

Kang-Woo couldn’t understand why he had been unable to pick up on the changes in Iris’s affections.0

Kang-Woo clenched his fists. He knew exactly why. He was highly sensitive to emotions; he was well-versed in reading them as well as controlling them. After all, he was a demon. He had spent ten millennia in a world run by desires.0

However, he was unskilled in reading others’ affections for him— no, he was unable to feel it. One could say that he had become insensitive or broken. He had not felt such a thing for far too long. His life had been one of endless desperate battles to extend his survival; everything unrelated to victory had been atrophied. He was unable to pick up on subtle changes in one’s...1