Ex-V: Hey there! Welcome to Caught 3, I hope you enjoy your stay :D

xxxDreamingFlowerxxx: This update may have been a little slower than the last, but I hope you like it just as much :D Oh yes, that's what I meant :) That was tough on her, hope she doesn't need TOO much therapy! I'm sure she would go the amnesia route if she could, but we all know Maou would never let her forget it! Right?! Come on, Rika! You're very welcome :D

MaouVioletta656: Right?! Seriously x)

ChristophTheMad: That's right, you're exactly right! It's the same idea :) It went down a little differently this time, not that Emi would be happy with the way it changed! Good, I'm so glad :D

Imyoshi: Seriously :'D I know, right?!

StarBoardDream: She does, yes! :D

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Guest: Hey there! It's so good to have you back! As for the rating, I've had a few people tell me that...Is it really true? I always make sure to clearly state in the summary that there are adult themes and lemons. You know, so people won't be confused...I always figured that would be enough? I do put the "lemon" and "Adult Themes" tag on everything, to avoid people reading things they shouldn't. "Teen" sounds like the right age group for this, as long as they're willing to see lemons and adult content, I would always want them to be able to decide for themselves if they want to read it or not, if they feel like they can handle and want to see Lemons and Adult humor or themes, they should! I don't want to prevent them from reading a story just because they're teenagers. I was pretty into this stuff when I was a teenager, and I wouldn't have wanted people to tell me what I could or couldn't read. That's why I put the "lemon" tag on it, because I know some teenagers wouldn't want to read this stuff, but others would. I think teenagers can be very responsible and know a lot about what they personally can and can't handle or do or don't want to see! Maybe I'm wrong :0 But either way, let me know, and I promise to keep it up!

MyFangirlingWays: Right?! For real, Maou...He did have a good reason, though :D As for her kicking his ass...Anyway, thank you so much, and I hope you like the new chapter!

Thank you all, so much, from the bottom of my heart! I hope you like the new chapter, try to do that for me :D

Emi shrieked, stabbing at him frantically with Better Half, as he stepped, terrified, hands up, back out of the way, dodging and ducking under her thrusts and slashes.

"Y-You...Asshole-!" She screamed, furiously red, murderous, and he narrowly avoided impalement. "Asshole-!"

"I'm sorry-!" He tried, desperately, to keep a straight face, grinning, despite the abject terror coursing through him, feeling very much like he was on thin, thin ice. "I'm apologizing, don't you want to at least hear my reasoning-?"

"I don't-!" She squealed, and slashed an upright lamp in two, that crackled, sparking, before fizzling out. "Just die already-!"

He twitched, seeing his life flash before his eyes, desperately struggling to resist teasing her, and likely sealing his fate.

He failed. "Mixed Signals, Emi-" he raised his hands, grinning wickedly, backed into a wall, in mock surrender, meeting her glare, eyes glinting. "A moment ago you were telling me to Fuck you already, and now this-?"

She squeaked, bright red, outraged, humiliated, and stabbed her sword into the wall where his head was, only for him to narrowly lean out the way, horrified, grimly amused, still smiling uncontrollably, despite wishing he could just shut his trap…

A moment of silence, as Emi seemed to take a brief break, panting, still flushed.

"I understand your frustration-" Maou's eyes narrowed, flashing, teasing her, and he cursed himself, positively unable to stop poking fun at her, despite his survival instinct and will to live screaming at him to shut up. "But you look great on the floor-"

She yelped, heartbeat hammering, and yanked her sword out of the wall, cutting down across him, as he teleported away, just in time, before breathing a veritable sigh of relief, materializing behind her.

"Oh, I'll fuck the shit out of you, you said-!" She squealed, glowing crimson, slashing away at him with wide, shaky strokes, trembling, fury and shame hot in her veins. "I'm here to fuck you, you said-!"

"I'll fuck you now-?" He offered, tentatively, eyes wide, after a moment, terrified, seeing her blade whip past his face, millimeters away, as he danced lithely out of its path.

"You'll fucking die and go to hell-!" She screeched, steaming red, grinding her teeth, with her hair neatly matching her face.

Emi buried her sword, hilt deep, in the couch, as he teleported behind it, staggering back, away from his clearly homicidal girlfriend.

"W-wait-!" He managed, a bead of sweat dripping nervously down his face, and she stalled, momentarily, preparing another thrust. "We can talk about this-"

A moment of silence, as she fumed, glaring across at him, furious.

He grinned, eyes flashing. "We can talk about it for the rest of my life, because I'm never going to stop bringing it up-"

"For the rest of your ten seconds of life-!" She squeaked, violently red, and stabbed at him, flustered, flushed, running him through with the sacred sword, jabbing it into his abdomen; It burst through his back, as he laughed, eyes drifting shut, before coughing up swells of blood.

She just gaped, heart stopping, frozen, disbelieving.

"…It was worth it-" He breathed, chuckling, sliding backwards, collapsing down, to sit against the wall, as Emi let her sword go, horrified, eyes growing wide.

"M…M-Maou-?!" She dropped to her knees, mortified, going pale, quivering, in front of him, reaching out, with a shaking hand, to touch him.

"Wh…Why didn't you dodge again-" she managed to choke out, tears welling up in her eyes.

He cracked one eye open again, halfway, and smirked for her. "Quick, masturbate with my boxers, the hilarity will revive me-"

She twitched, flushed, and smacked him across the face, eyes narrowing, icily, blushing furiously.

A moment of silence, and Maou just laughed, quietly, shaking his head, leaning back against the wall.

Emi felt herself beginning to realize what was going on. "W-wait…" she stammered, panic building inside her, breathlessly, winded, voice tiny. "You're…Y-You're going to be okay, right-?"

"Definitely." He lied, still grinning faintly.

Emi just stared at him, crying noiselessly, eyes wide open, and pulled the sword out of him, tears leaking down her face, hearing the deceit in his voice, unable to believe it, wracked by numb, conflicting emotions.

He seemed to sense that she knew he was lying, and sighed.

"Conceivably." He admitted, nodding, calmly, relatively unsure, despite himself.

She seemed to break, cracking, shattering, at this, and sobbed, hunching over, on her knees, unable to speak, unable to breathe, hands coming up to cover her face.

It was all too sudden, it all happened too fast...

Maou felt a massive swell of demonic power surge into him, even as his eyes drifted shut, fueled by the unbelievable despair and horror Emi held, coursing, inside her, and, to his disbelief, felt energy rise in him, and life seeping back into his body.

For a moment, he didn't recognize the strange, tingling, swelling of his human body, until he determined that he had assumed his true form, for the first time in over a year.

This was later confirmed by the fact that Emi looked like a tiny doll, whimpering, before him.

Emi squeaked, as he expanded, fierce, demonic power raging up around him, and he shifted, in place, slightly surprised, eyebrow rising, mystified.

Maou looked down at his hands, silently, bewildered, as Emi just stared up at him, breathing shallowly, speechless, from her knees.

"M-Maou-?" She stammered, wiping her teary eyes, with balled, trembling fists.

"I'm fine-" He managed, uncertainly, testing his body. His magic was fine, somehow, her sorrow had completely re-filled his demonic powers, in just a heartbeat. He strongly suspected that his stomach was out of commission, likely permanently, but it appeared, from a cursory inspection of his internal organs, using scanning magic, that everything was in order…

Perhaps he wouldn't have to subsist solely on intravenous nutrients for the rest of time?

Indeed, his stomach was fine.

This implied, miraculously, that his vital organs had avoided permanent damage…

Emi reached out, disbelieving, and touched the scar on his abdomen, which had already closed over, with a binding seal, that would, for the small price of a tiny upfront investment in magic, permanently close the wound on both sides of his body.

Maou sealed the ruptured blood vessels, inside him, much in the same fashion, wordlessly, and, moments later, was good as new.

"You're…You're okay-?" Emi whispered, hardly daring to believe it, emotions roiling.

The king of hell picked Emilia up, in one hand, by the back of her shirt, and she squealed, flustered.

He grinned at her, villainously, eyes flashing, as she struggled, helplessly, feet floating just above the ground, bright red.

Maou took a moment to enjoy her fidgeting, nervous squealing, as she glared at him, indignant, before wrapping his arms around her, hugging her, tightly, to his body, and she squeaked, as the air was driven out of her.

The king of demons held her, there, for a moment, sitting on her floor, unable to stand in her tiny apartment, which was not designed for kings under heaven, and Emi whimpered, feelings strangely comforted, and strangely aroused by her insignificant size, as she wriggled, helpless, In his embrace.

"Now, then-" Maou released her, grinning, setting her back down on the floor. "I'll let you get back to what you were doing-"

She screeched, blushing furiously. "I'm really going to kill you-!"

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