Viviana

Yerin leaned over the back of the pilot seat, her dark eyes blinking in dazed confusion as she stared at the text message vibrating on my phone screen.

"Wait... friend from the Underworld?" Yerin asked, tilting her head with a look of utter bewilderment. "Seth, who in the world was that giant hand with the scythe just now?"

I pulled my phone back, slipping it into my pocket with a casual chuckle. "Honestly, Yerin... that was just your biggest fan."

[Second biggest fan.]

'You ain't fan of her work. You're just addicted to her hourglass body.'

[Correction, I'm addicted to watching her hourglass body being pressed beneath you.]

As usual, I ignored my horny system.

"My... biggest fan?!" Yerin squeaked, her voice rising an octave. "My fan just ripped open the sky and sliced eight military stealth jets in half like paper? Why didn't I know I have such fans?"

I shrugged. "You should be thankful she ain't obsession stalker type."