Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Dengdengdeng-

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor drifted into the classroom, and the noisy environment suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the graceful figure of the instructor on the podium.

Several men with weaker mental fortitude froze on the spot. Their lips parted slightly, as if their souls had left their bodies.

Even the girls sitting in the classroom couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Wow! This instructor has an absolutely amazing body!!"

Kuro's voice held a hint of envy as she spoke, nudging her master with her elbow.

"How dare they wear such a tight-fitting latex suit? Is the academy that open-minded?!"

Mikayi then turned his gaze away from the sub-elf.

Hmm... I'll have to be patient a little longer; we should postpone our trip to the Elf Kingdom for now.

Although I wanted to fly over immediately to check on things, my priority right now was to ensure Kuro graduated smoothly from Lanlin Academy and find her only relative. Once the feud between Kuro and her mother was resolved, then we could discuss the trip to the Elf Kingdom.

Mikayi was lost in thought. After being bumped by Kuro once again, he slowly looked up at the podium.

Speaking of which, do people in this world actually wear tight-fitting latex suits? You know, one of Mika's subordinates is a big fan of these kinds of clothes.

"boom--"

A loud noise came from the corner; someone slammed their hand on the table.

That poor table got a huge hole punched in it by that slap.

Holy crap!

Mikayi was utterly shocked.

What... what's going on?!

"Excuse me, what's wrong?"

The instructor on the podium smiled gently, his pert buttocks swaying slightly.

On her chest, a pair of spheres swayed back and forth as if filled with water.

The mentor held a long black whip in his hand, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose gave him a very teacher-like demeanor.

Long, black hair curled into small waves and draped over the waist.

For some unknown reason, this tutor's eyes were a scarlet color...

083 Teacher Akman

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the classroom were focused on Mikayi in the corner.

He glanced at the people on the stage, took a breath, and sat back down.

“It’s nothing…” Mikayi replied.

"Hmm..." A barely perceptible flush appeared on the lecturer's face, and her gaze toward Mikayi seemed to be burning with intense heat.

"I am your temporary homeroom teacher. Your original homeroom teacher said he was not feeling well today, so he couldn't come."

The lecturer pushed up his glasses and smiled as he wrote on the blackboard.

Three large characters were written on the blackboard.

Akman.

"I'll be your physical training coach from now on, everyone. Good luck!"

A group of people below the stage responded loudly. The loudest among them were the group of men who were completely infatuated with the speaker.

"Teacher Akman!! I love you!!"

"Teacher Akman, you are my goddess!"

"Teacher, do you...do you need a boyfriend?!"

Some discordant voices were mixed in with the noisy crowd.

As expected of a great succubus, attracting attention is just a matter of a moment.

The crowd was so large that anyone who didn't know better would think this class was having some kind of idol reunion.

Mikayi rubbed his forehead, looking miserable.

What's going on...?

How did Akman know I was here?!?

"That student over there."

As soon as Akman spoke, the classroom fell silent.

Mikayi looked around, then looked at Akman.

...Is this...calling me?

"……teacher."

Mikayi braced himself on the table and stood up.

There's nothing we can do about this situation!

Akman's face flushed instantly, and she squeezed her legs tightly together, secretly twisting them.

Fortunately, a large lectern concealed her subtle movements; otherwise, it would have made those men vomit on the spot.

Although Akman had completely concealed her demonic aura, even hiding the horns on her head, the wings on her back, and her tail...

They were all hidden. But as a succubus, her alluring aura, which she exuded at all times, fatally attracted these teenagers.

...Mikayi stood there speechlessly for a long time, while Akman remained unresponsive.

Please, don't give yourself away in this situation. Otherwise, even someone as good-tempered as me will get angry...

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Akman spoke haltingly, her bright red lips slightly parted. Her chest heaved, her breathing erratic; she gasped for air, struggling to regulate her breathing.

“Mikayi”.

Mikayi told the truth.

Please spare me!!!

Mikayi stood there, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

The reason he always chooses a corner spot is not because he likes darkness, but because he doesn't want to attract attention!

Being called upon to stand on the first day of school makes it difficult to graduate quietly!

“You, Mi, Mijai classmate… do you know that damaging desks and chairs will be punished?” Akman tugged at the leather whip in her hand, exhaling stale air.

She...she seems really keen to punish me!

Please!

Seeing that long whip gave Mikayi a chill.

I don't have that preference, Akman!

"...Sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Mikayi bowed slightly in apology, elegant and composed.

Before Akman could reply, he plopped back down in his chair.

If you go too far, I'll show you what real punishment is... Akman...

The Demon King's eyes lit up slightly, a flash of crimson appearing as if in warning.

Akman paused for a moment, then put the whip back into her pocket.

Ahh... I'm going to anger the Demon King... He definitely won't let me off easily.

Being punished by the Demon King or something...

Come on, come on fiercely! Trample me, Demon King!

However, given the current situation... let's tone it down a bit.

Controlling her emotions, Akman tidied the podium and got to work as a mentor for the day.

Today's tasks are few: matching the information sheets on the podium one by one, and briefly meeting her lovely students.

It took her quite a bit of time to brainwash those humans who called themselves Grand Magisters. But looking at it now, it was totally worth it.

Become the Demon Lord's teacher...

Don't be too happy!

While my mind was conjuring up strange ideas about play, I received a message.

The excitement on her face gradually faded, and Akman was clearly unhappy.

"It seems your homeroom teacher is feeling better today. She'll be here soon, my little ones."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shadow appeared at the doorway.

The small figure, backlit, resembled an angel. Long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and a black square backpack was slung over her shoulder as the girl walked in step by step.

"This is... our homeroom teacher?"

"Is this really the homeroom teacher's size?!"

"What's with that backpack? It's a style I've never seen before..."

"Ah, so cute!"

"I want both Ms. Akman and my homeroom teacher!!"

Small hands carried several bundles of books and piled them up into steps.

The petite homeroom teacher had to stand on the steps to peek her head out from behind the tall podium.

The homeroom teacher glared fiercely at Akman, looking furious as if accusing her of doing something outrageous.

"master……?"