Ako Tamaki's stunt instantly made Hayashi Maki look like a scumbag in the girls' eyes.
In their minds, wasn't Hayashi Maki dating Shiina Mahiru—that angelic girl? Now a transfer student pops up calling him "husband"? Didn't that mean he was two-timing—a total player?
Mafuyu Kirisu was also taken aback—and felt a tiny stab of irritation. How could Hayashi Maki be so flirtatious? It was bad enough he'd used those lines to fluster her, his teacher; if he was dating Mahiru, how could he be cheating now?
"Ahem—Ako, shouldn't you introduce yourself? Kirisu-sensei is waiting. Don't be rude."
Hayashi Maki pressed a finger to Ako's forehead to stop her clinging. At least be mindful of the situation.
"Sorry… I was rude."
Ako liked to cling and get jealous, but she was obedient when told. Reluctantly, she let go of his arm, returned to the front, and bowed deeply to the class.
"Sorry for the rudeness."
"I'm Ako Tamaki. I transferred here specifically to be with Innocent Hubby. Please take care of me!"
Then she stared straight at Hayashi Maki with her big blue eyes.
Kirisu Mafuyu was speechless. Who introduces themselves like that?
"Alright, Tamaki-san, please find an empty seat. Hayashi Maki, come with me, please."
Kirisu's face was like ice; a chill radiated from her. The boys were gloating, eager to see the "beauty-slayer" get scolded and punished by Kirisu-sensei.
Ako cheerfully found a seat in the back—coincidentally next to Vignette. Hayashi Maki sighed, stood, and followed Kirisu out. She deliberately chose a quiet, empty place before stopping. For Hayashi Maki's sake, she wasn't going to reprimand him in public. You had to admit—this beauty of a teacher was kind.
Arms folded, Mafuyu fixed him with a stern look.
"Hayashi Maki, you knew Tamaki before this—and now you're dating? What about Shiina? What exactly are you thinking?"
Meeting her eyes without a hint of fear, Hayashi Maki answered calmly:
"Kirisu-sensei, it's true I'm dating Mahiru."
"As for Ako… her situation is special. We met playing an online game, and only met properly yesterday in person."
"We got 'married' in the game, and she's convinced I'm her husband in real life."
"Huh? What does that even mean?" Mafuyu felt a headache coming on.
"It means Ako has a reality–net confusion syndrome. She can't tell reality from the game, and she thinks an in-game marriage equals a real marriage."
Hayashi Maki explained patiently, eyes drifting over Mafuyu again, that wicked impulse boiling up. He'd never thought of himself as a good person—he was a demon. His nature was to act on his desires; when he saw something beautiful, he wanted to claim it.
Mafuyu frowned.
"So you're saying Tamaki's not right in the head, and that's why she's calling you 'husband'?"
"Yes. She can't handle stimuli well. If I denied being her husband, she'd be heartbroken and spiral—that would be even riskier."
"Think about it: if you were my wife, and I denied your status, how would you feel?"
"W—why would I imagine being your wife? What are you even talking about?!"
Mafuyu's cheeks went red—flustered and angry. He had to be doing this on purpose.
As she fumed, Hayashi Maki moved. He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her into his chest, then kissed her with a crooked grin.
"Because I want Kirisu-sensei to be my wife."
"Mmff?!!"
The instant their lips met, Mafuyu's eyes flew wide with shock. What was happening? She'd been kissed. A teacher, by her student—forced. How could he?
"Mmf… you jerk—let go! Mmph—"
He released her for a breath, then sealed her mouth again. Mafuyu clenched her fists and pounded his chest, but the "Demon Lord" was in full-on fiend mode and wasn't letting her go so easily.
Predictably, she only got free when she felt she was about to suffocate. He pulled back at last, unwillingly.
"Hah… Huff… Do you even know what you're doing, Hayashi Maki?"
Panting, eyes misty with shame and anger, she glared up at him.
"I do. But I'm doing it anyway. Mafuyu—I've had my eye on you for a long time."
"But you have Shiina! How could you?!"
"It's fine. I don't mind," he said—and moved in again.
Mafuyu was numb. I mind! How could he be so shameless?
After a long time, she sagged weakly against his chest, tears spilling despite herself. Looking at the handsome face of the "bad student" who'd just bullied his teacher, she bit down hard on his shoulder—only let go when the tang of blood hit her tongue.
"Tsk—ow…"
Why did girls always bite?
Having no way to push him off and feeling humiliated, biting was all she had.
He hadn't dodged, either. Seeing the blood on his shoulder, she felt a twinge of guilt—then remembered what he'd done and decided he deserved it.
"How long are you planning to hold me? I am your teacher!"
She ground the words out between her teeth. Hayashi Maki just tightened his hold.
"A little longer. You called me out here, then bit me—perfect excuse to skip class."
"D—do you even know what you're doing?"
Mafuyu's body trembled as she asked again.
"I do. But I can't help it… Kirisu-sensei is too cute. I can't hold back."
"You don't have a boyfriend, right? How about me?"
"No way! You're two-timing— a scumbag! Mmf—"
He cut her off with another kiss.
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