After a while, Hayashi Maki gently lowered Shiina Mashiro's beige top.
Looking at her quick, shallow breaths in his arms, he steadied himself and said, straight-faced:
"Mashiro, thanks for the treat."
"Now let's talk business."
Mashiro's cheeks were warm, but when she heard he was finally going to coach her, she quickly composed herself and listened seriously.
"Listen up, Mashiro. Your biggest problems right now are: the male bodies you draw are anatomically off, and your plotting is weak.
"There's no shortcut I can teach for that—your pen is in your hand, and mangaka create by imagining.
"So let's start from slice-of-life. From now on, every day, draw what happens to you.
"For example, you could draw a blonde girl who came from the UK to Japan to become a mangaka, but runs into trouble because she lacks basic life skills.
"At that point, a male lead—someone like me—shows up, helps her out of those jams, and starts taking care of her day to day.
"As they live their daily lives, the two grow closer, and eventually even share a kiss."
Hearing that, Mashiro's eyes sparkled. She nodded hard, slipped out of his arms, and started drawing on the spot.
"I get how to draw it now!"
Watching how decisively she walked away from him, Hayashi Maki's mouth twitched. So, to her, manga mattered more than he did. Fair enough—they'd only just met. And Mashiro didn't understand romance yet, so she needed patient teaching; in the end, he fully intended to make a pact with her and bring her into his "household."
Not interrupting, he patted her head and returned to his room.
He pulled out his phone and started pestering the other beauties in his contacts.
First up, Yukino.
"Yukino-chan, it's the weekend—whatcha doing?"
Yukino Yukinoshita: "Watching TV and studying. There's a monthly exam this month—I'm taking first place."
Demon Lord: "Ooh, love the energy. Any plans after studying? Something… physical?"
Seeing that, Yukino couldn't help spitting "tsk" in chat. This jerk—"something physical"? He clearly wanted to misbehave. Total wolf. He had Mahiru at home and still kept teasing her. And yet… why was she a little happy about it?
Fighting the embarrassment, she typed fast:
"I'm not in the mood to exercise today."
Demon Lord: "Nonsense. I remember your schedule with Haruno perfectly! Yukino-chan, lying gets punished."
Yukino: "You even remember that? You perv!"
Demon Lord: "Watch your tone. I remember because I care. Doesn't that show how much I think about you and Haruno? Say that again and just wait for tonight."
Yukino: "Hmph, fine—I'll wait. Besides covering me in drool, what can you do?"
Demon Lord: "You'll see. Look forward to it."
Yukino couldn't focus on TV anymore. She bolted to her room, hands on her burning face, mortified. He really was corrupting her—she was even bold enough to banter about shameless things.
After teasing Yukino, Hayashi Maki switched targets.
Hayashi Maki: "Eriri, when are you coming over? The suppression on your curse is going to wear off."
Eriri: "What's the rush? I'm on deadline. I'll swing by this afternoon."
Eriri lay on her bed, face burning. So eager to kiss her again, huh? Unbelievable—he was reminding her.
With that relationship tended, Hayashi Maki aimed at Mafuyu Shiina.
Hayashi Maki: "Mafuyu-chan, I see you online gaming again. If you don't study, I'm punishing you tomorrow."
Shiina Mafuyu: "Ugh, why? My grades haven't dropped—and punishing me isn't your job!"
Hayashi Maki: "Too bad. I like disciplining little net-addict Mafuyu. Look forward to tomorrow!"
Mafuyu immediately lost the mood to play. The bad guy was bullying her again. What should she do tomorrow—call in sick?
After educating the gaming addict, Hayashi Maki was about to call Marina.
Mahiru had already headed out to meet Nibutani Shinka and the others for a shared shift. Bored, Hayashi Maki looked for other cute girls to chat with…
Just as he was about to dial and "maintain" his bond with another VIP, Mashiro suddenly pushed open the door, marched over, and grabbed his shirtfront with her pale hand.
"Hayashi Maki, take it off."
Dropping a bomb like that without warning.
"…Huh?" Hayashi Maki blinked.
"Take off your shirt. Mashiro wants to look."
Then she clarified, "Hayashi Maki said Mashiro's male figures are off."
"So you want me to model so you can get reference?" Hayashi Maki got it.
"Yes." She nodded, eyes expectant.
He didn't hesitate—unbuttoned and slipped off his shirt, revealing a solid build. His abs were sharply defined; his arms had clean, balanced lines.
Mashiro stared, then suddenly pushed him down. She sprawled over his chest, running small hands over him, learning the firm lines so different from a woman's softness.
It tickled. Mashiro's motions were like a kitten rubbing against him—made him squirm.
"So this is a boy? Completely different from me," she murmured. Reference gathered, she headed straight back to her room and dove into drawing again. In terms of focus, Mashiro was unquestionably a genius.
Watching her wind him up and then bolt, Hayashi Maki sighed, slipped his shirt back on, and continued his calls. He flirted until Marina was blushing hard, then finally, satisfied, put the phone down. On the path to "time-management master," he was getting smoother by the day.
He was just about to nap when Satania called.
"Senpai, are you free? Satania wants to continue last time's training!"
"Of course. Where do you live? I'll come to you!"
"Eh? How could I trouble Senpai? Satania will come to you!"
"Works for me."
Hayashi Maki sent the address to the little airheaded demon. Heh. She wanted to continue that 'SSS-rank great demon' training? In that case, he wouldn't be holding back.
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