Why is the Demon King like this?

How did you manage to be so skilled at it?!

To say something so embarrassing!

It felt as if a tiny person was rolling around inside Shiraishi Chizuru's head. She hugged the aluminum can and her fingers moved quickly across and tapped it.

What should I say at this moment?

What did Keisuke Ao say next?

Sweat beaded on his brow, and under the watchful gaze of Qing Guijie, Shiraishi Chizuru panicked.

"Eh? Big brother, are you going to kiss?" Reiko Shiraishi peeked out from behind Chizuru Shiraishi. "No way! You won't be able to marry me then, big brother!"

Qing Keisuke:......

Chizuru Shiraishi: ...

In less than three seconds, poor Shiraishi Reiko was grabbed by the ear and begged for mercy, all of which was witnessed by her fiancé without her consent.

Currently... (not really)

"Come with me, or you'll catch a cold."

The Demon Lord would have no problem getting a free breakfast, but as for that statement—whether it was to tease and test Shiraishi Chizuru, or simply for the sake of the food—perhaps even he himself wasn't entirely sure.

But no matter what, it's a good thing.

Chizuru Shiraishi said it was very close, and it really was very close; it was just around the corner from the park, and that was the home of her younger brother, Joe Shiraishi.

Yesterday, Shiraishi Chizuru got into trouble, so she ran to her younger brother's house for refuge. She even forcibly took her sister-in-law, drinking and sleeping with her, reliving her past glamorous days. As a result, her sister-in-law still hasn't been able to get out of bed.

—And coincidentally, it was Shiraishi Chizuru, who wasn't drunk, who took on the responsibility of taking the kids out for a walk in the morning.

"Please come in. Reiko, go and call your mother. Tell her we have guests."

Yes~

The Shiraishi family lives in a slightly cramped old house, where traces of the rainy season still remain on the walls.

However, though small, it has all the essential parts; it has everything you need.

In the living room, there are engraved lines showing how tall Reiko Shiraishi grew, little red flower stickers she received at school, and photos of the family going on a trip.

Chizuru Shiraishi pulled out two towels and handed them to Keisuke Ao: "The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. Would you like to take a shower while you're there? My younger brother, Ryo, is about your size, so you can wear his clothes."

"No need."

Keisuke Ao took the towel and went into the bathroom.

Looking around, there was no tasting session as often seen in comics. Ao Keisuke took off his shirt, wiped his body down, and washed his hair.

Outside the bathroom, Shiraishi Chizuru turned on the tap, wet her hands, and patted her cheeks to wake herself up.

"Chizuru! Don't be fooled by that guy, he's only 17!"

If it were just dealing with ordinary people, Chizuru Shiraishi would definitely handle it with ease, but the problem is that Keisuke Ao's identity is just too damn complicated—

Not only is he a student at her own school, but he is also the only person she knows who possesses mysterious powers.

Chizuru Shiraishi wanted to adopt the attitude of a teacher, but she was afraid of being hit on the head by Keisuke Ao and receiving another curse.

While washing the vegetables, she pondered and analyzed Aokiji's temperament and personality, gradually determining the appropriate level of probing.

This way, you won't find yourself in a predicament.

"Chizuru~~~"

Just as the ingredients were being put into the pot, a piercing scream came from outside the kitchen: "My head hurts so much!"

Shiraishi Joe's wife, the former gyaru Miki Komatsuda, leaned against the wall, her forehead rubbing, her pajamas loose, her hair disheveled, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

Of course, to be precise, this is Miki Shiraishi, Mrs. Shiraishi.

"I didn't force you to drink last night!" Shiraishi Chizuru said, holding a long spoon and peering at her. "You got drunk on your own, and I couldn't stop you."

"Who told you to always gossip about the past!" Miki Komatsuda laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "Of course we'd have a few more drinks talking about such happy things from the past!"

—As for now, in order to prevent Reiko from being discriminated against at school, she has even dyed her hair back to black.

Just from the surface, no one would guess that she used to be a delinquent.

"You—"

Chizuru Shiraishi let out a helpless, endearing sigh, then turned and went back to cooking.

"Go change your clothes quickly, we have guests coming this morning!"

"Huh? Could it be that what that little brat Reiko said was true? Her boyfriend came knocking on the door?"

"What?!" Chizuru Shiraishi wanted to grab Reiko Shiraishi and spank her: "He's a student from Tsukishima. I happened to run into him while training, so I invited him over for breakfast."

"Eh..."

Miki Komatsuda muttered, "The relationship between teachers and students is so strange these days," before quickly disappearing back into her bedroom on the second floor.

She is now so dignified that she cannot be seen by anyone.

I thought Lingzi was joking. She even teased her own daughter, saying she was shameless.

But if they really found a boyfriend early on, Miki Komatsuda and Joe Shiraishi could break that guy's legs!

No one knows better than them how difficult life is to leave home at a young age and raise a baby.

No, just thinking about it makes my heart and lungs stop—

Lingzi needs to be beaten up to get better.

"Lingzi~~~ Come here to Mommy for a second!"

"What?!" The tone rose, indicating happiness.

"Come here for a second~~~"

"Huh?"

As Lingzi shook the sand out of her pockets, she sighed helplessly, "Mom, what would you do without such a cute me?"

Then came the sound of a little girl crying from the room. It was hard to tell if she had fallen or not; she was crying so pitifully.

Hearing the sounds coming from upstairs, Aokiji washed his hair for two more minutes.

I don't mean anything by it, I just don't really want to leave the bathroom. I always feel like I'm going to get involved in some kind of trouble.

When I came out after washing my hair, the fight was still going on upstairs, and Shiraishi Reiko's crying could be clearly heard through the walls, which were practically not soundproof.

As Keisuke Ao entered the living room, he caught a faint aroma wafting from the kitchen.

"Dr. Shiraishi, what did you cook this morning?"

"Porridge, and a few side dishes."

A young, beautiful doctor, wearing an apron, was opening a clay pot, stirring rice porridge, and then adding dried sweet lily bulbs, white fungus, and a little bit of dried meat.

Just looking at it makes my mouth water.

Aoki Keisuke's gaze followed the hand holding the long spoon and stirred upwards to Shiraishi Chizuru's snow-white wrist, where the blue veins could be vaguely seen.

She has rounded, petite shoulders, a delicate neck, a cute bob haircut with every strand adorable, and the outline of her chest when viewed from the side and rear.

"It looks delicious."

"Really?"

Chizuru Shiraishi smiled smugly, then turned around to see that Keisuke Ao had already left the kitchen.

"What?! Such a perfunctory response!"

Sticking her tongue out towards the door, Shiraishi Chizuru hummed softly, it was hard to tell if she was expressing dissatisfaction or humming some song from the last century.

"When I face the northern sky where the snow is about to melt,

When shouting out those dreams that were once lost,

People who never returned

It swept across my burning heart.

Starting today, I will embark on a solo journey.

Someone is waiting for me.

On a fine day, we set off, chasing the sunset.

should be.