The Demon of Pleasure: Starting with Angel, Shiina Mahiru! Chapter 152 152: Sanzenin Nagi's Tip!

"Aaah, I'm so bored. Isn't there any good manga or light novel lately?"

In a lavish mansion, a blonde twin-tailed young woman lay sprawled on her bed.

Her erald-green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. She tossed her phone aside and flopped like a total couch potato, not wanting to move at all.

Her na was Sanzenin Nagi—the Sanzenin family's heir, a real-world ojou-sama.

Though the Sanzenin clan ranked second among Japan's great families, most of their power was in the U.S.; they were a massive transnational house.

In this generation, however, everyone else was gone—only Grandfather Sanzenin Mikado and Nagi remained. That made Nagi the sole successor.

Calling her "rich" was practically an insult. Her day-to-day spending ran in the billions of yen. On a whim she could dabble in stocks or buy up a supermarket—the kind of thing she could settle with a single sentence.

Because of that, she often ran into kidnappings and assassination attempts. Not fond of going out, she'd developed the habit of staying ho and living like a pampered shut-in.

Bored at ho and tired of playing the market, her hobbies naturally revolved around ti-killers like gas, light novels, and manga.

She'd been sick for a while recently—an entire week without improvent—until her close friend Saginomiya Isumi ca to visit and she finally got better.

According to Isumi, Nagi had been cursed and possessed by a ghost—classic sleep paralysis. As the Miko of Light, getting rid of a single spirit was finger-snapping easy for Isumi.

With nothing else to do, Nagi picked up her phone again and started scanning ga and light-novel rankings.

As a young lady who never had to worry about money or a job, she didn't really need school; for her it was just a place to drop by now and then for fun.

Even so, with a bit of casual study she skipped three grades straight into Hakuō Academy—now a petite (but clearly adult) high-schooler. She mostly didn't attend; ordinary people had no way to beco friends with soone like her, so she preferred staying ho.

"Hmm… Love trono volu two still isn't out? As for Yamada Fairy's Isekai Rhapsody, I'm sick of it already!"

"And why does the heroine keep stripping for fanservice? Ugh. Is the author so exhibitionist old perv?"

"Hmm? A new author—and already trending? Lem see!"

Nagi quickly found Kurosora Twilight-sensei's title:

My Youth Rom-Com With a Tsundere Twin-Tails and a Black-Stockings Senpai Is Totally Fine.

(This was the na settled on after Hayashi Maki discussed it with editor Sonoko Machida.)

"Wow, that title is long," Nagi muttered, then tapped the preview.

And… she fell right in.

Because the blonde tsundere twin-tails nad Hoshino Nagi was basically her.

A rich young lady with few friends, a hobody who loved 2D culture, loved drawing doujins—

…Okay, not that last part. She did draw manga, but not doujins.

Her style was muscled "brawler-magical-girl" comics, iron-pumping Barbie style.

Mildly annoyed at that one difference, Nagi kept reading.

Then—nothing. The preview ended. If she wanted to know whether the MC chose the ojou-sama or the black-stockings senpai, she'd have to wait for the release and buy it.

Nagi writhed. She really wanted to see what ca next. If the MC didn't pick Hoshino Nagi, she was going to mail Kurosora Twilight a whole box of razor blades.

"Mm. Kurosora Twilight-sensei writes well. I'll give him a little encouragent—he'd better not let down."

She tapped Tip casually.

A mont later, Hayashi Maki's phone buzzed. One glance and his eyes nearly popped out. It wasn't that he'd never seen money before—but he'd never seen that much money at once. Demon or not, he was still "growing" and hadn't really brushed shoulders with the ultra-rich.

Deposit received: ¥10,000,000—after taxes.

Hayashi Maki imdiately called Sonoko Machida to ask what was going on.

"It's a tip," she sighed. "You got lucky. So ojou-sama liked your novel and tossed you a donation on a whim."

"By the way, Fushikawa Bunko has a new owner."

"A new owner?" Hayashi Maki was stunned.

Could it be the sa ojou-sama who just tipped him? With such a generous hand, it had to be Sanzenin Nagi.

But why had she only noticed his preview a week after it went up?

Naturally, he had no idea about the curse… or that Isumi had tried to visit Nagi and kept getting hopelessly lost—spatially lost. Once, she sohow wandered all the way to Australia.

After hanging up, Hayashi Maki felt dazed. Ten million yen wasn't much to an ojou-sama, but to an easy-to-please normal person, that was basically financial independence. Suddenly he didn't feel like working—what then?

He opened his author account. There was already a comnt from the young lady:

Sanzenin Nagi: "Kurosora Twilight-sensei, keep up the good work! I'm looking forward to the rest!"

Well then—if the ojou-sama herself was urging updates and tipping, he couldn't disappoint.

Kurosora Twilight: "I'm drafting volu 3 right now; volu 2 has cleared editorial review. Please look forward to it!"

Nagi nodded, satisfied. Worth buying Fushikawa Bunko, then—this Kurosora Twilight had good instincts. Otherwise she'd just send every editor to camp on his doorstep for updates.

As the new owner, Nagi imdiately asked maid Maria to go fetch Kurosora Twilight's latest manuscript. She couldn't wait for the release window—she wanted to read the rest now.

Volu 1 of Hayashi Maki's novel established the two heroines and how they crossed paths with the MC, then rolled into rom-com hijinks and love-triangle mayhem—with a sprinkling of spicy scenes. It was a light novel; without the heroines tossing the MC a little "fanservice," where was the fun?

Hayashi Maki figured he'd soon be receiving Sanzenin Nagi's "razor blades." The plan—hatched with Kasumigaoka Utaha—was to yo-yo the readers for several volus: make the MC lose his mory, or the heroine lose hers; have a confird couple suddenly beco "siblings," dive into lodramatic family ethics… then flip it all back again for a perfect ending.

This kind of relentless push-and-pull that sent readers reaching for antacids was bound to attract "knife-mail." But the light-novel scene in this world was still behind; what felt lodramatic to Hayashi Maki would be era-defining to everyone else.

If you can grab readers' hearts and whip up their emotions, you've basically cracked the traffic code—one book to seal your legend.