The Demon of Pleasure: Starting with Angel, Shiina Mahiru! Chapter 141 141: World Class Painter and World Class Clue Le

"Mashiro, co eat. And rember—breakfast is here from now on."

"Mhm. Mashiro understands."

Faced with Mahiru's warmth, Mashiro nodded obediently—and then glanced at Hayashi Maki without thinking.

Hayashi Maki kept eating with a straight face, the faintest smile at the corner of his mouth.

After breakfast, Shiina Mashiro went back to the room next door and resud drawing.

Taking advantage of Mahiru in an apron washing dishes, Hayashi Maki slipped up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

Mahiru's body gave a little jolt; she shot him a helpless look over her shoulder. "Maki-kun, don't ss around… I'm doing housework."

"I'm not ssing around. I just wanted to tell you what happened with Mashiro."

"Eh? With Mashiro… just now?"

Mahiru frowned and glared at him. "So I send you to wake her up, and you climb into bed and make a move on her?"

"Uh… I was educating her. Mahiru, you don't know—she has zero life skills!"

"When I went in, clothes and underwear were thrown everywhere, and she wasn't even dressed! How was I supposed to hold back?"

Hayashi Maki's aggrieved complaint about Mashiro left Mahiru speechless.

"That still isn't a reason to touch her, Maki-kun. At least spend so ti together first. She's not like —you two only just t!"

She said it seriously, then turned and gently looped her arms around his neck. "She'll be yours sooner or later. Can't you be patient and wait a little?"

The mont Mahiru saw her cousin, she'd already imagined Hayashi Maki going after her—she knew what a lech he was. With a beauty like Mashiro, of course he'd make a move. She just hadn't expected him to be this hasty—sent to wake Mashiro for breakfast, and he climbed right in.

"Ahem… Mahiru, the point is she has no sense of boundaries between n and won. She treats you and as 'handlers'—won't get up unless her handler picks out her clothes, or even dresses her."

"She's like a pet. And Mashiro's a world-class artist—pure as a blank page."

"Her old roommate was a girl nad Rita who raised her into this. I think we really do need to teach Mashiro properly, or soone else will take advantage of her."

Hearing that, Mahiru more or less got his angle and couldn't help rolling her eyes. "So only you get to take advantage, huh? She just got back from the UK and you're already making a move—you're awful!"

She grumbled, but she wasn't actually angry. "Still, you have a point. If she's really this clueless and can't function without a handler, that'll be a problem."

"Looks like being a genius artist has its costs."

At her understanding tone, Hayashi Maki smiled and kissed her cheek. "My Mahiru is so wise. Exactly—she needs to realize her body isn't for anyone to see. That's why I gave her a lesson she'd rember."

"Lesson? More like you drooling over her body! Honestly, shaless—I don't even know what to say to you."

Mahiru rolled her eyes again, but dropped it and asked, concerned, "Mashiro's room is a ss now? No tidying? I should go check later."

"I already cleaned it up, but it's good if you look in on her. Mashiro just arrived and she's alone in a strange place—she needs care."

"My Mahiru—beautiful, kind, empathetic. A perfect match for ."

She sniffed proudly. "I'm beautiful and kind—so what are you? Go on, tell how you 'match' ."

Hayashi Maki smirked, leaned to her ear, and breathed a warm puff. "You're good at reading hearts, and I'm good at… removing clothes. Isn't that a match?"

"Puh! What nonsense are you spouting? Trying to corrupt again? Maki-kun really is a huge scoundrel!"

She thumped him a few tis with her tiny fist, then added, "Alright, I get it. I'll keep an eye on it. I've still got dishes to wash; I'll check on Mashiro after. You go do your thing."

"Weren't you going to that offline guild et today?"

At that, Hayashi Maki spread his hands. "Not today. The guild leader's moving and switching schools, so it's pushed to next month."

"My 'Ako wife' was crying her eyes out over it."

Mahiru gave him a flat look. "And this 'Ako wife'—you're sure it isn't a guy pretending? I've heard classmates say they make girl alts just to chat with people…"

Just thinking about it was gross. "So folks chat up a 'girl' great online, et up, and it's a guy. Life crisis unlocked."

At her pointed concern, Hayashi Maki laughed and ruffled her golden hair. "Mahiru, don't underestimate your man. I am a demon, after all—my ntal fortitude isn't that fragile."

"And I don't take online stuff that seriously anyway. Besides… if I do get crushed, I'll sprint straight into your arms for comfort."

Mahiru couldn't help smiling. "Good. I'll comfort you properly when the ti cos."

Compared to a ga 'wife,' the real her was the best—and within arm's reach. That would only raise her standing in his heart.

After nudging Hayashi Maki out of the kitchen, Mahiru quickly finished the dishes and headed next door, ringing the bell. Hearing it, her feelings were mixed. It had been her room, and now Mashiro lived there. The room had special aning for her; it held more than a few traces of her and Maki-kun—and it was where she'd started to accept him.

Mashiro opened the door at the noise, staring up at her blankly. "Mahiru, did you need sothing?"

"Mhm, I do. May I co in?" Mahiru asked with a smile.

Mashiro tilted her head, then nodded. "You can."

She stepped aside to let Mahiru in. Thanks to Hayashi Maki's magic cleanup, the only things on the floor now were a few pages and books Mashiro had just dropped.

Mahiru instinctively bent to pick up a page and glanced over it. Her world-class-artist cousin suddenly wanting to draw manga here—she still thought it odd.

After a mont's reading, Mahiru's eyes went wide.

"This… you call this manga?"

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