The Demon I Saved is Targeting Me

I saved a man who was about to become a sacrifice to the devil. Eden took in Bezel, who claimed to remember nothing but his name. After that day, her nights changed. "Bezel? W-What is this..." Even in her dazed state, she knew something was wrong. Her body, which should have been lying still, was halfway off the bed, and her legs were up on the man's shoulders. But that was nothing compared to what Bezel was doing to her. He had his face pressed against her vulva, his tongue darting out as if he were about to touch her underwear. "W-What, what are you doing!" Eden, flustered, frantically kicked her legs. Bezel's brow, which had been wide-eyed without a blink, slowly contorted. Tsk, he...