Shota is surrounded by monsters!

"Um, Kousaka-san, please introduce yourself."

"Hello everyone, I'm Shota Kosaka. I hope you'll take good care of me from now on."

Shota gave a casual greeting, then gestured for Mashiro to introduce herself as well.

"Kosaka...Kosaka Mashiro."

Mashiro mustered her courage, gave her name, and then shrank back into the background.

"Her voice is super cute too."

"Both surnamed Kousaka? Aren't they foreigners? Siblings?"

Shota heard the students' whispers, but he didn't pay any attention to them. He simply said, "We're like siblings. Mashiro isn't very good at Japanese, so please bear with her."

After a brief self-introduction, the homeroom teacher assigned seats to Shota and Mashiro. Originally, the teacher wanted to put Mashiro in the front, but Mashiro refused to go far away from Shota, so the two of them were put in the back row together.

After settling down, Shota finally shifted his attention away from Mashiro and began to take a look at the other students in the class.

There were more than 30 students in the class. Apart from the two youkai, Shota and Mashiro, Shota also noticed that a purple-haired girl sitting to his left and in front of him smelled faintly of crab.

It looks delicious...

He quickly shook the terrible thought out of his mind. As a glutton, it was a very hard thing to fight against one's instinctive appetite and greed every day.

Besides, yokai don't have the habit of greeting each other when they meet; it's good enough if they don't fight. Therefore, Shota had absolutely no intention of talking to the other party.

I slowly calmed myself down, looked at the teacher on the podium, and began to listen to his lecture casually.

"..."

Noticing that Mashiro was staring straight at him, Shota had no choice but to point to the podium and indicate that she should look at the teacher.

The obedient Mashiro turned to look at the teacher, then occasionally glanced at Shota out of the corner of her eye.

Shota sighed, took out the two books he had just received from his schoolbag, opened one and placed it on Mashiro's desk, and opened the other and placed it on his own desk.

Whether Mashiro is interested in studying or not, at least since she's at school, she should at least put on a good show.

The time between classes was unbearable. Curious students surrounded the two newly transferred siblings, while the boys surrounded Shota, their eyes constantly glancing at Mashiro. After answering a few questions, Shota made a hasty excuse and pulled the increasingly aroused Mashiro out of the classroom…

"You must hang in there, Mashiro!"

"Uh-huh."

Mashiro nodded, indicating that she had remembered. Then, suddenly remembering something, she asked Shota, "Do they want to taste what Mashiro tastes like?"

"...No, no, they just want to be your friends. Humans, well, don't communicate like slimes by licking each other. They communicate through observation, conversation, and things like that. Got it? So don't lick them..."

Shota thought for a moment, then worried that bad people might take advantage of the slime girl's naivety to do bad things, so he instructed her again: "And don't let anyone lick you."

"Yes, except for my brother."

Mashiro indicated that she understood.

After exchanging a few words of advice, the school bell rang again, and Shota brought Mashiro back to the classroom. They then spent the lesson feeling utterly bored.

I should have just chosen to be in the senior year of high school, then studied for a year before taking the college entrance exam.

After graduating from university and getting a diploma, aside from having a big appetite and a tail, you should be no different from an ordinary person, right...?

Yes, and they also raised a little monster.

"Lunch...what are we having?"

After finally getting through a boring and exhausting morning, Shota led his pet-like Mashiro to the school cafeteria.

"Hmm... I'll go to the cafeteria to buy something to try. What would you like to drink?"

"juice."

"I'll buy it for you in a bit."

Shota walked into the school cafeteria.

This aroma... it's Mapo Tofu... grilled chicken wings... fried pork chop... curry...

Oops.

Shota suddenly felt a surge of hunger.

I want to eat it all, I want to eat it all in one bite...

Everything is mine, the food, everything is mine...

"Gudu."

Shota swallowed hard, and the tail hidden in his pants gradually hardened—these were all the physical changes that Taotie underwent when it was consumed by greed and appetite.

He opened his mouth, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot. In this place filled with delicious food, he could hardly contain his urge to transform into his true form and feast.

"I want to eat AL... Oh!"

Just as he was about to reveal his true nature and his English speaking habit, Shota suddenly felt his tail being pinched, and then he exclaimed in surprise and came back to his senses.

"...It broke out."

Mashiro grasped the bulge that was gradually forming inside her pants with her small hand, and looked at Shota, who had turned his head away, and said seriously, "We need to hide it."

"...GOODJOB Mashiro."

Shota, regaining his senses, quickly forced himself to turn and flee the cafeteria—it seemed he would never be able to enter any cafeterias or restaurants again.

All I can do is... find a corner and eat some compressed biscuits.

I wish Mashiro would grow up to the point where she could get food for me someday.

"Um, Mashiro, could you let go of my tail? It's making me really embarrassed to keep touching it like this. Even through my pants, it's not okay."

"Oh……"

Mashiro reluctantly withdrew her hand.

But the tail is really interesting.

Mashiro began to consider whether she should try having her brother lick her tail next time—just the tail that had enveloped her for thirty years, her brother would probably be willing, right?

Chapter Four. From Now On, I'll Be a Big Eater

"Crack—"

"Whoo-"

"Ugh……"

"what……"

Shota, holding two bento boxes filled with compressed biscuits, reluctantly munched on the crunchy biscuits, then looked at Mashiro sitting next to him, holding his hand and sipping strawberry juice, and asked, "Is it good?"

"Delicious."

Mashiro nodded, her fair face flushed pink from the strawberry juice, making her look much better than when she left the house.

After sucking up the strawberry juice, she pulled out the straw and looked at the magical gadget with curious eyes.

"I really want to eat some delicious food." Shota imagined the compressed biscuit in his hand as a chicken leg, and then took a bite.

Actually, Shota also tried to cook for himself, but sadly, even though he had already figured out what to cook, as soon as he took out the ingredients, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and ate the ingredients and seasonings in one bite.

The glutton's stomach is never full; the only possible state is whether it can endure the hunger.

Thinking of this, Shota said to Mashiro beside him, "Mashiro, you need to grow up quickly so you can help me buy food at the cafeteria."

"..."

Mashiro put one end of the straw in her mouth and then pointed the other end at Shota, looking at him with innocent eyes that seemed to say, "Please taste me."

Forget it... I'm not going to count on it anymore.

Shota pulled the straw out of her mouth and put it in the trash bag, then said to Mashiro, who suddenly looked unhappy, "Humans don't do things like that."

"Waaah—"

At this point, he looked somewhat strangely in the direction of the junior high school.

Several strong demonic auras. These must be some high-level demons, right? Were they bodyguards sent by that old man from the Nura Clan for his grandson? One of them smells like ice cream—it looks delicious!

The grandson of the old man from the Nura Clan, Shota, is a hybrid yokai—one-quarter Nura and three-quarters human. Although he is also a hybrid, his blood contains yokai genes, with only his soul carrying a trace of human traits. Moreover, the Taotie bloodline clearly suppresses the blood of other yokai, so even though Shota is not very pure-blooded due to the crossbreeding of his ancestors, he still retains all the characteristics of Taotie.

However… the inheritance must be carried out, otherwise the Taotie bloodline will end in my hands… but it would be a bit of a pain to only be able to date demons. Besides, those worthy of the Taotie bloodline and capable of having children are very rare. They'd need to be at least at the level of a nine-tailed fox, right?

Shota suddenly shuddered. How could he have thought of such evil things? Had he really been a monster for thirty years and his way of thinking had become a bit out of shape?

At worst, I'll stay single my whole life. As long as I don't overeat and die, I can live for a very, very long time, right?

"I want more juice."

Mashiro tugged at Shota's sleeve, looking longingly at the apple juice Shota had only taken a sip of.

"Yes Yes."

Shota handed over the cardboard box of juice that was next to him, and Mashiro's attention was immediately drawn to the straw that Shota had sucked on, which might still have some of his bodily fluids left.

grunt.

Mashiro swallowed hard, forcibly resisting the temptation of the juice. She pinched the straw with two fingers and slowly pulled it out, bringing it to her face. She wanted to put it directly into her mouth, but then she remembered that she should act like a human.

So she stuck out her little tongue, which was even pinker from drinking strawberry juice, wanting to taste the tip of Shota's mouth that he had been holding there...

"Ooh!"

The straw was taken away, and Mashiro quickly reached out to try and get her treasure back.

Shota pressed Mashiro's head down to prevent her from taking the straw away, then quickly crumpled the straw into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth to cover up the crime.

Mashiro looked at Shota's mouth with a reluctant gaze, then at the juice in her hand that no longer had a straw.

"I can't drink anymore..."

Without a straw, aside from becoming mushy, Mashiro had absolutely no idea how to drink the juice.

Shota sighed, took out a pair of scissors from under the stool, cut open a corner of the cardboard box, and said, "Now you can drink it."

"Oh~"

Mashiro looked curiously at the scissors that Shota had taken out from somewhere. As a slime, she had never had the ability to cut objects, so she was very curious about these powerful-looking scissors.

Who knows what kind of scissor play she'll come up with if we give her the scissors?