Why is the Demon King like this?

Chapter 89 The Conversation with the Ghost and the Girl

Rather than catching them one by one, which would arouse the fear and hatred of the entire Hanako group, Aoki Keisuke preferred to make a deal with Hanako No. 7274, with whom he could communicate.

Using violence alone is far too despicable.

"That's right, Hanako."

He covered Hanako 7274's eyes with his palm and spoke to her in an unprecedentedly gentle tone (to Hanako's eyes), "Don't your sisters also long to suppress the stench of their souls? I can help them, even restore their human senses. You've experienced it yourself—how did it feel?"

"That's of course—the best."

Hanako suddenly became excited.

Keisuke Ao should be thankful that she doesn't yet know how to say "I'm so high," otherwise the atmosphere he's been trying so hard to create would definitely be completely ruined.

"Then you should discuss it with your sister. You only need to give a little bit of spirituality to gain a completely new life."

Go to the beach to eat ice cream and feel the sea breeze, run freely in the sunflower field, and stroll along the leaf-strewn path at dusk as the sun bakes the air slightly.

"Like a normal high school girl?"

"That's right, it's not impossible to make a body like a normal person's, or even a healthy body that you can use as a host."

"Is that so?"

"As long as you are willing to give your spirituality, there is a possibility of it all."

Hanako reached out and pressed down on Keisuke Ao's hand, her breathing heavy, as if she could already see the scene Keisuke Ao described.

"But is it dangerous?" she asked.

"If your sisters are willing to cooperate, I will definitely come up with a solution that won't harm them."

However, you must also understand that there are limited spots available.

"And what about me, Lord Qinggui!"

Hanako 7274 suddenly turned around and sprang up: "My hard-earned money—"

This guy is definitely clever in other ways.

As Keisuke Ao thought to himself, he generously made an empty promise: "The better the terms you offer, the better the return I will give you."

Of course, the specific details of the transaction still need to be taught to Hanako 7274 by Aokiji, so that she can act as the person in charge among the Hanako sisters.

Anyway, it's harmless for sisters to play around with real things occasionally, right?

Once he comes up with a mature surgical plan, his sisters might fight tooth and nail to join him.

In the next class, Aokiji simply compiled about three pages of notes and handed them to Hanako7274, asking her to memorize them.

Hanako was full of enthusiasm, saying she was determined to complete the task—because this time she wanted to book a breast augmentation treatment with Keisuke Ao.

Regarding this matter, Aoki Keisuke's only feeling afterwards was regret. Why did he mistakenly believe that this guy could accomplish anything, to the point that his notebook ultimately fell into the hands of the Hanako sisters, and instead became their bargaining chip in negotiations with him?

As for now, he is in a very good mood, believing that he has solved a pressing matter.

—As long as he absorbs Hanako's spirituality, he is confident that he can easily seize the treasures hidden by the Shinichi Cult.

And it will leave them with a deep-seated fear!

Let them never dare to extend their dog claws at him again!

In the afternoon, I usually participate in club activities.

"President, if I come every day, do I need to let you know?"

The girl, who had clearly refused his invitation in the email, put down her book and stared at him with cold, indifferent eyes, her disdain undisguised.

"Yes, it is necessary," she said.

"Alright, alright." Keisuke Ao was in an increasingly cheerful mood and responded to President Hoshino in a doting tone.

Keisuke Ao continued to take out the books he had "borrowed" from the president; he had already read half of them.

"I've noticed that Maugham often uses his younger self to arrogantly judge women. President, you actually read books by someone like that?"

"To judge a book based on the limitations of its author and era is utterly foolish; to fail to see the core of the book is even more utterly stupid."

"You're not talking about me, are you?"

Hoshino Fujiko chuckled coldly at Ao Keisuke's words, a chuckle that sounded like a cold laugh, but not quite.

—He seemed somewhat happy.

Or perhaps, it's funny.

Aoki guessed that she must have another monkey-related sentence in her head, but she just didn't bother to say it.

He glanced at the book in the girl's hand; it had a white cover and was a book about religion.

The name was obscured by a finger; only the words "Shinto" and "death" were visible.

"President, your interests are so broad! What kind of book is this?"

Hoshino subconsciously placed the book away from Keisuke Ao, worried that he was about to finish reading "The Moon and Sixpence" and would deliberately try to pull another stupid trick.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"How indifferent, President!"

Aoki Keisuke didn't actually reach out—as the previous statement was true, he had no interest in the believers themselves.

On the other hand, he added, "Anyway, you still have quite a few books on your bookshelf."

"you----"

Hoshino took a deep breath: "Even rude monkeys are like you, snatching tourists' phones when they're not looking."

The backpack, still perched smugly on the branch, was completely unaware that it was entirely naked except for its fur.

"Has the president actually observed monkeys closely?" Keisuke Ao clicked his tongue twice, his meaning clear.

"Looking at you is like looking at a monkey, isn't it?"

"President, using X-ray vision to spy on me, shouldn't that be considered a form of sexual harassment?"

Hoshino Fujiko stopped speaking and seemed to close her eyes to prove her innocence—or rather, because she was utterly disgusted.

Seeing this, Keisuke Ao smiled and turned his attention back to the book. As the chapters unfolded, the story gradually revealed its captivating aspects.

A kind, comical, and ugly man gives his all, only to be easily betrayed by his wife. He abandons his life for a beast-like scoundrel who chases his painting instincts, and is controlled by the goddess of desire, becoming an animal of lust.

In the end, the man humbly gave up his house so that his genius friend, whom he admired, and his wife, whom he considered a goddess, could move in.

The magnified and naked humanity laid bare before Aoki Keisuke made him want to burst out laughing. Humans are truly amusing when they make fun of themselves.

Moreover, some of Maugham's analyses of the protagonists sometimes sound more like monologues to himself.

"This must be a tragic man," he concluded.

"You don't need to share your thoughts with me," Hoshino said coldly. "I'm not a fan of Maugham, and I won't be angered by your shallow words."

"You know I don't intend to," Aokiji replied firmly. "And don't you think so too?"

Hoshino Fujiko didn't answer the question, but instead opened her eyes and asked, "Don't you consider yourself human, ignoring all the sarcasm?"

Beneath her calm exterior, her heart was beating slightly faster.

"Hmm," Ao Keisuke laughed, "Since you're a chaebol heiress, I have to be a demon king, right?"

The club president pursed his lips, and after a long while, he finally spat out two words through gritted teeth: "————You're sick."

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