After agonizing for ages, Yukinoshita Yukino even lost her appetite at lunch.
She couldn't help it—she pulled out her phone and messaged Hayashi Maki:
"Hey, dead yet? Make a sound."
He replied almost instantly.
Demon Lord: "Very much alive, thanks. Second Heiress, ever heard of manners? Who asks that?"
Seeing the reply, Yukino inexplicably relaxed.
Then her nerve returned and she shot back without mercy:
Yukinoshita's Second Heiress: "Manners are for humans. Are you one?"
Demon Lord: " … "
That was basically a personal attack—on his identity as a demon.
Maki countered at once:
Demon Lord: "Thanks for the reminder—I'm not human. I'm a demon. So be a good girl and wait in your room after your bath tonight. I'll show you what a demon's possessiveness is."
Yukino's cheeks flared red.
She instantly felt annoyed at herself. Why had she snapped again? She needed to be rational—provoking him only meant worse bullying. Why couldn't she learn?
Did she… want him to bully her?
She shook her head hard. She was not some kind of masochist. If he pursued her properly, she'd feel better about it. But this hateful demon—this super scoundrel—was always so direct. One wrong word and he was hugging and kissing her, never even giving her the chance to refuse.
Oppressed enough times, whenever she had a chance to fight back, she'd seize it—if only to make him uncomfortable. That was why she couldn't stop snapping at him.
Second Heiress held a grudge.
Maki, however, made it clear he had a short fuse too—if she didn't say something nice, he'd come over tonight.
He watched his phone expectantly.
A moment later, her message made the corners of his mouth curl up:
Second Heiress: "Don't… please don't come, okay?"
That tone—she'd yielded.
Demon Lord: "Why not? You already said I'm not human—why should I act human? Being a demon is great. I'll be very gentle tonight."
Second Heiress: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Please spare me."
Demon Lord: "Not impossible. Come meet me on the school rooftop now and I won't come tonight."
Second Heiress: "Got it."
Staring at the chat log, Yukino bit her lip, blaming him for being so high-handed. But since she'd stirred it up, she had to face it herself. The school rooftop, though? She'd never been. What honor student hangs out on rooftops?
Nervous, she climbed the stairs and stepped through the metal door onto the roof.
There he was, typing on a laptop on a bench.
Biting her lip, she walked over and stood in front of him. Maki finally looked up, set the computer aside, and said:
"Why are you standing there? Sit on my lap. Let me hold you a while and I won't bully you."
Her face reddened. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath to steady herself, turned her back to him, smoothed her skirt, and slowly sat down.
Maki wrapped an arm around her slim waist, set the laptop on her thighs, and kept typing while breathing in her faint scent.
When he didn't immediately start bullying her, Yukino's attention drifted to the screen.
"You're writing a light novel?"
"Yeah. My goal is to be an LN author and live off royalties—eat, drift, and laze," he joked. Then he lost all interest in typing and brushed his lips against her pale neck.
Yukino's cheeks blazed and her breathing quickened. She'd thought he'd go straight to manhandling her… but he didn't—he was still gentle and warm. From his messages, he'd sounded furious. She herself felt she'd gone too far—she'd insulted his very being; if he'd been harsh, it would've been natural.
As he kissed her neck, she reflexively tilted her chin, flustered, and nudged him with a small hand. "Didn't you say you were writing? Can't you focus?"
Maki set the laptop aside and kissed her lips. "Not writing. With Yukino on my lap, doing anything else would be disrespectful."
She wanted to say it wasn't necessary—he could keep writing—but being held tight and kissed again, she couldn't find words.
He stroked her sleek hair and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Why so quiet? You messaged me because you were worried, didn't you?"
"No… I just wanted to know whether the angel punished you. That's all."
She dropped her gaze; her mouth said one thing, her heart another. So he'd already guessed what I was thinking? She felt seen through, trapped—and that stirred an odd, bittersweet feeling.
"Really?" Maki studied her rosy face with a half smile. By now she was sitting in his lap without resisting at all.
"…That's right. I would never worry about a filthy demon like you."
She emphasized the point and met his eyes, stubborn as ever.
Maki's mouth quirked. "Isn't this when you should be a good girl and go along with me? Why always sing the opposite note? Unless… you want to make me mad so I'll 'bully' you?"
"I do not! Don't talk nonsense!" she shot back, glaring daggers—as if one more word and she'd bite him.
"Haha, I'm just teasing. Why so jumpy?" He grinned, and his hand slid to her slender calf. The long legs, sheathed in cotton over-knee black socks, looked even more shapely—and he couldn't get enough.
Watching him "play" with her legs, she bit her lip—pervert. Before she could react, he lowered his head and claimed her soft red lips—this time with no intention of letting go. Not until lunch ended.
After a long while, Yukino slumped, boneless, against his chest, mouth slightly open and breathing hard. Maki smiled, patted her head, and quietly savored her scent and softness.
After a long silence, now a little calmer, Yukino looked at him with complicated eyes and muttered under her breath:
"Filthy demon…"
He heard it, but only hugged her waist tighter, giving her no chance to leave his arms. Getting her "properly" was clearly a dead end—so he'd go all in on being the super bad guy.
With Yukino, being direct—making her feel his passion—was the way. Time was on his side; he had patience to pry her heart open until she was fully his.
Haruno had brought him damage absorption/transfer. What would the Second Heiress grant? Maki was very curious.
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