Chapter 765: The Great Archdemon Who Fights "Monsters" Descends!
Misaka Mikoto's frantic message was just a brief interlude in the grand scheme of things. It rippled through the digital ether but did not affect Ren's teaching session in the slightest.
They completed Sagiri Izumi and Rikka Takanashi's first "practical lesson" with flying colors.
Although it was held in the somewhat improper setting of the Guidance Counselor's office, none of them minded. In fact, the taboo nature of the location only added to the excitement.
The blinds were drawn, casting slatted shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of musk and expensive perfume.
Under Shizuka-sensei's personal instruction and demonstration—a truly hands-on approach from a veteran—the two novices learned techniques that weren't found in any textbook. Through close-up, flushing observation, they absorbed every movement, every sound, and every reaction of the older woman.
Ren certainly enjoyed being the subject of such intense study. He sat back in the leather chair, running his fingers through Shizuka's disheveled hair as she knelt between his legs, tidying up the aftermath.
"Seriously, Ren," Shizuka murmured, her voice husky and satisfied. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. "Isn't it okay for you to come to me for this sort of thing instead of dragging those younger girls like Megumi-chan or Eriri into it? I have much more... stamina."
She wrapped her arms around Ren's neck, pulling herself up to sit on his lap. Her words were a slight taunt, a playful jab at his harem, but her eyes were full of happiness and possessive joy.
She had been wondering whom he would play with first in this new school setting. She didn't expect it to be herself right off the bat. The surprise came too suddenly, and the pleasure even more so.
"You are all the same to me; there's no favoritism. Every flower has its own scent," Ren smiled faintly, kissing her forehead. "However, today was Sagiri and Rikka's initiation. I wanted the scene to be educational. Your new private office was just the right classroom."
"Educational, huh?" Shizuka chuckled, glancing at the two girls.
Sagiri and Rikka were currently huddled together on the sofa, faces redder than tomatoes, whispering frantically about what they had just witnessed and participated in. They were diligently fixing their uniforms, though their hands were trembling slightly.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Ren's expression changed. The relaxed look vanished, replaced by a sharp glint of interest.
Shizuka noticed his hand on her chest stopped its rhythmic caress. She asked doubtfully, "What's wrong? Did the Principal come back?"
"No. I just found a few interesting little ones nearby," Ren smiled slightly, his gaze piercing through the office walls.
"Little ones?"
Shizuka looked at Sagiri and Rikka, who were now munching on snacks Ren had conjured from nowhere. "The same as them? Have you fallen to such a level that you're hunting kindergarteners? This is quite something, even for you."
"Heh heh, wouldn't I know if I can handle them or not?"
Ren gave her a glance and squeezed her soft breast a little harder, like testing the ripeness of a fruit.
"Hiss!"
Shizuka gasped in pain mixed with pleasure, her body arching reflexively. This sensation shot straight to her core, reminding her who was in charge.
Ignoring Shizuka's subtle, heated gaze, Ren gestured to Sagiri and Rikka.
"You two decide who wants the last drop of 'reward'. I need to leave for a bit to check something out."
"!!!"
Hearing the last part.
Sagiri's eyes met Rikka's.
Instantly, sparks of competition flew! The camaraderie of the lesson vanished.
Both girls actively used their nascent skills, scrambling off the sofa to seize the final treasure before Ren departed.
…
Meanwhile, in a narrow alleyway a few blocks from the school.
The atmosphere was tense. A battle of epic proportions was unfolding—at least, in the mind of one participant.
"What do you want to do?! Stand back, beast!"
A red-haired girl with a unique "little devil" bat-wing headband was protecting something precious against her chest. Her crimson eyes were sharp, serious, and tense, as if she were facing a legendary dragon or a high-ranking angel.
However, in front of her was indeed a completely white... cute little stray dog.
Their gazes met, clashing head-on. The dog wagged its tail deceptively.
"Woof!"
Suddenly, the little dog barked, a sound that signaled the start of war.
Its small figure rushed forward with surprising speed.
"Don't even think about it!!! This is the offering to the Great Archdemon!"
The red-haired girl tightly guarded the paper bag in her arms, spinning around to shield it with her body.
But the puppy was a veteran of these streets. It suddenly jumped mid-air, using the wall as a springboard.
Whack!
It actually kicked the girl square on the forehead with a soft paw. A critical hit!
"Waaahhhhh!!!"
The girl suddenly clutched her head, crying out in pain and shock. "My barriers! It breached my absolute defense?!"
It was at this moment of distraction that the item in her arms fell.
The white puppy seized the opportunity, snatched the paper bag in its mouth with surgical precision, and retreated.
"Eh! My... Melon Pan!!!"
The girl reacted, letting out an even more miserable scream than when she was hit.
That's right, she had been protecting her beloved Melon Pan (Rotiboy) from the puppy's mouth, but she hadn't managed to protect anything. The strategic failure was total.
"Woof..."
The puppy, holding the Melon Pan bag in its mouth, let out a triumphant grunt, wagging its tail as it trotted away.
Suddenly, as if it sensed a predator far scarier than the girl, it turned and ran out of the alley at full speed.
"Wuwuwu, my Melon Pan! That was the limited edition premium flavor!"
This time, the Melon Pan was completely gone. The girl fell to her knees in defeat.
"My dear little demon, is there anything I can help you with?"
A smooth, amused voice spoke from the shadows.
"Wuwu, I'm not a little demon! I'm the future strongest S-Rank Demon, the Queen of Hell, Satanichia Kurumizawa McDowell!!!"
The girl shouted this instinctively, her pride stinging more than her forehead. Then, she suddenly reacted.
"Wait, who's talking?!"
"I'm behind you."
The girl turned as prompted, seeing a tall, handsome young man leaning against the brick wall, greeting her with a smile that felt dangerous yet alluring.
"Satanichia Kurumizawa McDowell, a demon from Hell, right?"
"Eh?"
Satania (as she was commonly known) opened her mouth wide in panic, pointing a shaking finger at him. "Wh-who are you? How do you know my true name? Are you an assassin sent by the Angels? Or a Demon Hunter?!"
Ren silently walked forward and stared at Satania. His gaze was intense, carrying a weight that a mere human shouldn't possess.
His stare made her hair stand on end. Her demon instincts screamed 'Danger! Predator!'
Just as she was about to retreat and run away (strategically withdraw), Ren spoke first: "My name is Ren. Satania. I can call you that, right?"
"...Y-yes. Y-you may use my alias."
Satania clutched her school bag tighter to her chest. She felt as if Ren's eyes were stripping her clothes off layer by layer, seeing right through her soul, leaving no secrets hidden.
Ren had indeed sensed something beyond normal human cognition appearing in the world again. First the SCPs, now inhabitants of Heaven and Hell.
Gabriel DropOut.
Ren still had quite an impression of that series. Especially the four distinctive girls. The clumsy, arrogant, and utterly fail-prone demon Satania was one of the most memorable.
He glanced at the school uniform she was wearing. It wasn't the uniform of his own school, but a different one from the merged district.
"Are you a new student at the High School Division?"
"Mm..."
Satania, afraid to meet his gaze directly, lowered her head and answered in a voice as small as a mosquito. Her bravado had completely evaporated.
"..."
It seemed he had scared her. She was surprisingly timid for a self-proclaimed Queen of Hell.
So Ren snapped his fingers.
Snap!
"I just saw your Melon Pan get snatched by that fearsome beast. A tragic loss for the forces of darkness. Do you want these?"
"Huh?"
Give what?
Satania looked up, blinking her crimson eyes.
She was instantly dumbfounded.
Because one Melon Pan after another appeared out of thin air in front of her. They didn't just pop into existence; the air rippled, and they materialized from a void, warm and smelling of fresh sugar and butter.
One, two, five, ten... a mountain of Melon Pan floated in the air.
A word came to her mind: "Is it... magic?!!!"
Satania knew that humans couldn't use magic. Only beings from Hell or Heaven could. Unless... he was a powerful warlock? Or a hidden demon lord?
.....
But she clearly thought magic was too grand a concept for a human.
Ren didn't specifically explain the nature of his reality-warping. He just asked: "Do you want them or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I want them!"
Satania's greed for Melon Pan overcame her fear instantly. She opened her school bag wide.
Ren waved his hand, and the pastries gently floated into her bag, filling it to the brim.
"Hehehe."
Holding her bulging school bag, hugging it like a treasure chest, she let out a weird, perverted laugh. "Muhahaha! With these supplies, I can conquer the cafeteria!"
"Oh, right, c-can you teach me this magic?"
She looked at Ren again, her big eyes blinking, full of anticipation and sparkle.
If she learned this magic, she would have an endless supply of Melon Pan! It wouldn't matter if that stupid dog snatched one; she could just summon ten more! It was the ultimate strategy!
"It's not impossible."
"Really?" Satania gasped, leaning closer.
"But..."
Ren's tone changed, dropping an octave lower. He curled his lips into a smirk. "I can teach you, but it's not entirely free. Equivalent exchange is a law of the universe, little demon."
"Wuwu, is it... is it for money? I have money! My allowance from Hell is quite generous!"
Saying this, Satania was about to pull out her wallet to pay tuition fees, but Ren stopped her with one hand, pressing it gently against her hand.
"I don't need money. Human currency—or Hell currency—means nothing to me. I haven't decided what I want yet. Consider it a favor owed."
He changed the subject before she could overthink it. "By the way, aren't you late for school now?"
"Eh?!"
Satania froze. She quickly checked the time on her phone.
"Darn it! I fought with that monster for too long and completely forgot about the start of school! The teacher will kill me!"
Ren couldn't help but smile. Calling such a small puppy a "monster" was quite in line with Satania's chuunibyou personality.
Satania put on her heavy school bag and said anxiously, bowing hastily: "I have to go to school now! Thank you for the tribute, mysterious sorcerer! Next time we meet, I must become your disciple!"
She turned and scurried out of the alley in a hurry, her red hair bouncing as she ran towards the school gates.
Ren did not stop her. He watched her retreating figure with amusement.
After all.
"We'll meet again very soon. The school is my playground now."
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