The Demon of Pleasure: Starting with Angel, Shiina Mahiru! Chapter 11 11: Reward for the Bento

Faced with Shiina Mahiru's annoyed glare, Hayashi Maki shook his head.

"I'm just… having a hard ti believing it. Yesterday, you wouldn't even let mooch a al—and now, the person I've been thinking about shows up offering exactly the food I wanted most. I honestly thought I was dreaming."

Mahiru's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassnt.

"I just accidentally made too much. I didn't want it to go to waste, so I figured you could help finish it. If anything, you're doing a favor."

Hayashi Maki stared at her seriously.

"But if you're being this nice to , Shiina-san… I might get the wrong idea."

Mahiru's heart skipped. She instinctively asked,

"What kind of idea?"

"That you actually like —even though I'm the jerk. And the thing about guys like is, once we get a little kindness, we always want more."

He said it with a teasing tone, his eyes drifting from her cute face down to her slender figure—especially her legs, wrapped in those signature black stockings.

At school, she always dressed this way. Her slim legs combined with her stunning looks made her impossibly eye-catching.

And Hayashi Maki had a reason for staring—

After all, he'd touched those very legs—bare, no stockings—just the other night... and again that morning.

They were soft, sweet, and dangerously tempting.

Mahiru furrowed her brows and glared at him.

"Stop saying weird stuff. If you're not going to eat it, give it back!"

"No way! I'm definitely eating it. Your cooking is probably sothing every guy in class dreams about. It's an honor just to get a taste."

Hayashi Maki obviously had no intention of returning the bento.

Then he added with a grin,

"Wanna co hang out in my room? Study together, maybe?"

Yeah… like that wasn't obvious.

Mahiru imdiately took two steps back, her eyes sharp with suspicion.

"No thanks. Just eat your lunch… I'm going to rest."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and left, leaving behind a beautiful retreating silhouette.

Hayashi Maki stared down at the warm bento in his hands and let out a quiet sigh.

Sure, he'd played pitiful on purpose at lunch, hoping to stir up her sympathy.

But now that she'd actually brought him food, he really was touched.

What a wonderful girl. There's no way I'm letting her go.

And with the energy from this al…

It's ti to put it to good use.

…

Back in her room, Mahiru clutched her chest, feeling her heart race.

"Ugh… don't get the wrong idea, okay? I just gave you leftovers. That's all."

That's what she said, but when it ca to dealing with that idiot… her thoughts were a ss. She had no idea how to act normal around him.

…

Ten minutes later.

The doorbell rang.

Mahiru got up instinctively and opened the door.

Seeing Hayashi Maki, her heart jumped.

"What are you doing here? Sothing wrong?"

She was nervous—on guard.

This guy had a track record.

Last night, he'd carried her into bed and forced her to sleep beside him.

Hayashi Maki noticed her defensive posture but calmly held out the now-clean bento box.

"Just returning the bento."

"Also… by the way, your cooking was amazing. Seriously top-notch."

He gave her a big thumbs-up, totally unashad.

Mahiru blushed from the complint and lowered her guard a little.

"It's just regular food. You're exaggerating. But… thanks for washing the box. That's… surprisingly considerate of you."

If he'd handed it back with food stains all over it, her opinion of him definitely would've tanked.

Hayashi Maki gave her a slightly hurt look.

"Co on, give so credit. You think I'm a slob or sothing? I eat your food—of course I clean the box before returning it."

"So… what kind of person do you think I am, Shiina-san?"

Mahiru rested her chin on her hand, pretending to think.

"Hmm… a shaless, pervy loser who takes advantage of girls?"

"Ugh… fine. I'll admit to 'shaless' and 'pervy'… but what's with 'loser'?"

He looked genuinely confused.

Mahiru raised her chin smugly.

He actually admitted to being a scumbag… unbelievable.

"You bring your laptop to school just to play gas. What else would I call you?"

"Please. I'm not a loser. I'm an otaku. Or better yet, a creator otaku."

"Is there even a difference?"

She waved him off dismissively.

"Anyway, you've returned the box. You can go now—I need to rest."

"Wait! One last thing!" Hayashi Maki stopped her from shutting the door, his tone suddenly serious.

"What now?"

Mahiru blinked, curious.

And then—

With a yelp, she was scooped into Hayashi Maki's arms as he stepped into her room and shut the door behind him.

"As thanks for feeding so well… I figured I should use all that energy to repay you."

Mahiru's eyes widened in shock.

"W-What are you talking about?! Mmph—!"

This guy… what kind of insane logic was that?!

"Repaying" her by… using his energy on her?!

Before she could protest further, Hayashi Maki silenced her with a kiss—giving her no room to resist.

Ti for a little lesson, he thought.

n are dangerous. She couldn't just lower her guard and offer ho-cooked als to soone like him.

She needed to understand that.

Of course… all that was just an excuse.

The real reason?

He wanted her.

And that warm, heartfelt bento she'd delivered…

Had completely lted his heart.

So naturally, he had to "reward" her back.