"Shameless! Absolutely indecent!"
"Ugh—what are these hateful humans making the great demon Satania-sama witness?!"
Hands over her eyes but peeking wide through her fingers, Satania's face burned red and her petite body trembled.
The demon girl was clearly stunned by Hayashi Maki and Yukinoshita Yukino boldly hugging and kissing on the bench. You never saw scenes like this in the Netherworld, and her parents had never taught her about it.
Besides, kissing before forming a lifelong pact with your other half is an SSS-class great-demon act—it'll get you banished from the Netherworld!
"Mere humans acting more like demons than I, Satania-sama? How infuriating—to be outdone by humans!"
Mortified yet unwilling to accept it, she kept sneaking glances—staring daggers at Hayashi Maki's face. But all she could do was stew. Trying it herself was out of the question; she was only aiming toward S-class, not ready to leap straight into something only SSS-class great demons would do.
Mainly, she didn't want her parents finding out she'd casually formed a contract with a human. That'd earn a scolding—and in serious cases, expulsion from the Netherworld's human-world trial.
Hayashi Maki, of course, knew the ditzy little demon was crouched in the corner; her reactions made him half want to laugh. Just how "wholesome" were the Netherworld's customs?
Two demons on trial in the human world: one a childish ditz, the other a girl more angelic than an angel.
Ignoring the pouting little demon, Hayashi Maki kept savoring the second miss's cherry lips. Nestled obediently in his arms, Yukino was illegally cute; her face, dazed and mortified from the kissing, was rosy and enticing. Compared to last time, she seemed less tense—maybe she was beginning to accept his bad behavior.
Unnoticed, half an hour slipped by.
In her corner, Satania was frozen, cheeks blazing. She hissed under her breath:
"Seriously?! It's been this long and those shameless humans still aren't done? How long are they going to kiss?"
"To make the great demon Kurumizawa Satanichia McDowell-sama just stand here waiting—humiliating!"
But it was all bluster. She didn't dare come out. Netherworld rules forbid casually acting against humans; she had no intention of losing her human-world trial over this.
Even as she grumbled in shame, she kept peeking, growing redder by the minute. Hayashi Maki was very handsome—by demon standards too—and Yukino was a top-tier beauty. A stunning couple making out right before her eyes—like watching a forbidden film. A little… thrilling.
"Maybe this counts as cultivation for a great demon? Yes—training! Satania-sama never fears a challenge. Let's call it extra credit toward becoming an S-class demon!"
Having convinced herself, she watched with a clear conscience, even nodding along.
"Oooh—so embarrassing. Is this the legendary 'contract ceremony'? Ugh—mere humans know more than Satania-sama!"
"Well, I guess that's the point of a human-world trial!"
Hayashi Maki's hearing was sharp. Sensing the little demon's mana, he clearly caught her muttering. Her words made him want to laugh—and gave him a wicked idea.
Why not teach this little demon how to become a great demon himself?
Step one was letting her experience an SSS-class great-demon act—the very thing he was doing with Yukino.
Thinking mischief, his hand slid up from Yukino's over-knee-socked legs. She shivered and quickly pressed his hand down. Blushing, she looked up at him in plea.
"Don't… anything but that."
He drew his hand back and circled her waist again. "Sorry. It's just that you're too cute, Yukino-chan. You're so good, I can't help wanting to be worse."
Then he leaned in once more and claimed her lips. Yukino let out a tiny sound, shot him a reproachful glance, and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Inside, she fumed. 'Because I'm cute'? Since when is being pretty my fault? He really was a colossal scoundrel—a super-bad demon! Blaming his greed and lust on her cuteness…
Even while grumbling, the younger miss couldn't help looping her arms around his neck, her body turning softer and softer. Girls are creatures of feeling, after all—and for a reserved, modest girl like Yukino, the man who took her first kiss, who's held and kissed her more than once, is… special. She didn't know what was happening to her. Why did she obey him so easily? But if she didn't, wouldn't he push even further?
At least he still showed some respect: when she stopped him just now, he didn't force it.
…
After a long time, their lips parted. Hayashi Maki, eyes hot, looked at the rosy-cheeked girl in his arms and dipped down again—this time brushing her white throat, barely a dragonfly's touch.
Instinctively, Yukino tilted up her delicate chin and squeezed her eyes shut—mortified, and a little miffed. Why is this jerk so skilled at teasing girls? Did he do this to my sister, too? A sour feeling rose; her eyes misted over.
Seeing her aggrieved, Hayashi Maki felt… delighted. He really was a bad man if bullying a fair, beautiful second miss made him happy.
He didn't stop. He'd long been annoyed by the neat bow at her collar—hindering him from "helping the second heiress grow."
A flick of his fingers—and the bow fell aside. Mahiru wore the same uniform often enough; he was practiced.
Yukino felt a cool draft and gasped—only for warmth to follow on bare skin. Watching him continue, she bit her lip and finally pressed a nervous hand to his head.
Resistance? Not happening. They were already this close; struggling would be pointless. And somehow, along with the shame… a faint, secret thrill welled up.
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