Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

She could shave this man's head off anytime she wanted.

“You must be quite concerned about that classmate named Mikaela…” Marcus grinned lewdly, “It wouldn’t be out of the question to change his magic power test level to S-rank…”

"All I need is you..." Akman's stunning figure and flawless face made the man drool.

Akman's fingers contracted, her jet-black nails lengthened, and the demon's claws quietly took shape.

Want to touch my body? In this world, no one but the Demon King has that right.

Cut off their heads?

No, that's still too lenient on this human.

She would rip out this person's liver and other organs one by one, feed their large intestine to rats, their heart to bats, and then let worms burrow into their blood vessels, draining their blood until they died. After death, she would imprison their soul and send it on a journey through the endless abyss of the sixth level of hell.

So, let's start with this restless hand.

Akman looked down at the hand, her eyes blazing with crimson light. The demon's claws rose.

“Akeman”.

The all-too-familiar voice entered her ear, and Akman raised her head, looking out the door in surprise.

Mikayi stood at the doorway and witnessed everything.

A few minutes ago, Mikayi sensed an overflowing magical energy at the other end of the corridor. This unusual dark element belonged to no one, Mikayi recognized it instantly.

As Mikayi walked step by step to the door, he saw Akman raising her demonic wrist. Then, he saw the fat man, who had almost lost his mind.

With her eyes narrowing slightly, Mikayi scrutinized the man once more.

"Demon King!" Akman exclaimed, a hint of grievance in her eyes.

Is the Demon Lord trying to stop me from killing humans? This human...

Akman turned to look at the greasy man, whose entire being was completely bewitched by the succubus's body. His eyes were bloodshot, and saliva dripped from the corners of his open mouth.

“Demon King… he, he…” Akman’s eyes reddened.

If the Demon King forbids her from killing this human, then she has no choice but to endure it.

Mikayi didn't say much. He walked over step by step, unbuttoning the cloak on his shoulders as he went.

He draped the long cloak over Akman's shoulders. Mikayi even felt that Akman should break her bad habit of wearing latex suits.

Mikayi reached out, grabbed the man by the neck, and pulled the bewitched man towards her.

His gaze was forcibly pulled away from the succubus's body, and the man's senses gradually returned to normal. His saliva had already formed a puddle, soaking a section of his shirt.

The man glared fiercely at Mikayi: "What are you doing here, a student! Believe me or not, I'll get you expelled from the school!"

“Believe me.” Mikayi’s face was expressionless, his cold eyes gleaming with a crimson light. Two sharp demon fangs peeked out from the corners of his lips.

"You, your eyes... what's wrong with them..." Marcus instinctively shuddered, and now he was completely awake.

Mikayi raised his arm. The two appeared to be of vastly different sizes, and Mikayi lifted the excessively obese man with just one arm.

It wasn't just superhuman arm strength; that wrist was practically inhuman.

"What...what do you want to do..." Marcus cried out in panic.

Mikayi felt that grabbing him by the collar was too lenient, so he simply switched hands, changing the action from grabbing by the collar to choking him and lifting him up.

"Cough..." A feeling of suffocation came over me. My trachea, which was already compressed by fat, became even more difficult to breathe after this kind of compression.

Marcus panicked, his limbs flailing wildly.

Akman stood in front of the two, still wrapped in the cloak that Mikayi had draped over her.

The cloak still carried the Demon King's unique scent. Akman carefully wrapped the cloak around her hands, treating it like a precious treasure.

But why did the Demon King put a coat on me?

As Akman carefully inhaled the lingering scent on her clothes, the blackness on her hands gradually faded, and her complexion returned to a rosy hue.

104 made a move

"I'm warning you, I'm a high-ranking member of Lanlin Academy."

"Neither power nor strength is something you can mess with!" The man hurriedly pulled a small staff from his pocket.

That's a portable staff; it expands to the size of a normal staff when infused with magic. It can be considered a high-grade magical tool.

The man began to chant softly, as if he were about to unleash some great magic.

Mikayi remained calm and composed, smiling elegantly. His smile appeared quite refined, but under the embellishment of his blood-red eyes, it seemed all the more sinister.

“I’m warning you now,” Mikayi said, “Don’t look at my men with that lewd gaze.”

As Mikayi spoke, he extended two fingers and pointed them straight at the man's eyes.

"You, you!" Seeing the student's fingers getting closer and closer, the man realized that he couldn't move an inch from the student's hand.

Sand magic formed in his hands, and a sandstorm rose from beneath Mikayi's feet. Countless grains of sand formed sharp sand spears.

Dozens of sharp weapons were pointed at the target in mid-air, while the sand spear was only half a meter away from Mikayi.

At such close range, the student had no chance of escaping.

The fat man grinned in panic: "Let me show you the difference between a student and an instructor! Die!"

呲——

The sand spear spun and thrust towards its target.

"My Lord Demon King..." Akman called out anxiously, fearing that something might have happened to her Demon King.

However, she knew her worries were unnecessary.

Before the sand spear could even touch Mikayi's body, it was interfered with by the powerful magic energy released by him, thus losing its magic power and instantly disintegrating and disappearing.

"What! Your magic capacity is only the size of a pumpkin! How can you unleash such defensive magic?!" Marcus was drenched in sweat. The beads of sweat on his forehead were more numerous than the drool that had dripped from his mouth earlier.

"Do you think I need to use defensive magic against you?" Mikayi's fingers tightened, gripping the man's neck even tighter.

“You, you, Akman, Akman mentor… cough cough…” His breathing became increasingly difficult, and the man reached out, trying to reach Akman behind him.

Mikayi grabbed him and moved his arm away from Akman.

"Master Akman, help! Help! Your student... has a problem! There's a problem!"

Akman smiled, crossed one arm over her chest, and stroked her face with the other. She gazed at her demon king with such fascination that she paid absolutely no attention to the human.

Akman's demonic tail, which had appeared behind her at some point, was now swaying its tip, her heart brimming with excitement.

“I told you,” Mikayi said, his face turning cold, “please don’t look at my subordinates with those lewd eyes…”

With his other wrist raised again, Mikayi didn't hesitate this time. He stabbed it into those eyes.

"Ah!!" A piercing scream echoed in the office, and blood splattered out with a "plop".

"Help! Help! Help me!!"

The man's cries for help went unanswered. Mikayi had already sealed off the area with spatial magic.

"What's next?" Mikayi completely ignored the man's struggles. For the Demon King, grabbing a human by the neck was as easy as grabbing a leaf.

"Which hand is it that's trying to touch her, hmm?" Mikayi looked left and right.

"No, no..." The man's vision went completely black, and pain coursed through his nerves. He dropped his staff and desperately grabbed the hand that was choking him, trying to break free.

"Never mind, I can't remember."

Despite the man's best efforts to pinch the hand, the cold hand remained as hard as steel, unresponsive no matter how hard he pinched.

“Let’s just cut them both down at once,” Mikayi said calmly.

call out--

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's hands fell to the ground with a sound.

Without any medium or incantation, a single, precise blade of wind severed the man's hands.

Both hands were severed from the shoulders, and blood gushed out of the major arteries like a flood.

"Ugh...!"

The man let out his last cry, and then, whether from excessive blood loss or insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, he fainted.

"So useless? You fainted already?" Mikayi loosened his grip, and the man collapsed to the ground.

"Demon King...do...do you want to kill him?" Akman resisted the urge to hug the Demon King and frantically rub against his body as she asked urgently.

“Killing him would be too easy, and we’d have to fill the gap left by this person with the academy.” Mikayi squatted down and thought for a moment.

"I've been using wind magic all this time, it's time to try some dark magic."

Mikayi extended her finger and tapped the man's forehead.

"Change, become an idiot."

It wasn't that Mikaela was joking; the man's memory had been instantly thrown into chaos by dark magic. He couldn't remember who he was, nor how he lost his hands and eyes. The man's brain was completely in disarray.

The most dangerous aspect of this dark magic of confused memories is that it leaves absolutely no trace. No matter how thoroughly you investigate, the conclusion is always the same: he suddenly went mad.

"Pfft, haha..." Akman couldn't help but laugh, "Demon King, the name of that dark magic spell was so interesting."

"It was just randomly chosen; it essentially involved severing all his memory neurons and then randomly connecting them."

That's just a continuation of what I just read.

Mikayi stood up and walked step by step toward Akman.

As the demon king approached her step by step, Akman did not retreat, but stood still, wrapped in her cloak.

Do I...do I need to take it off?

Akman thought excitedly.

"Wrap yourself up in the cloak." Mikayi stood in front of Akman and fastened the small gold buttons on the cloak one by one.

"Demon King?" Akman tilted her head in confusion.

A patch of small black particles appeared on Mikayi's palm, and he gently patted Akman's shoulder.

boom--

Akman's prized latex suit burst open instantly, revealing her flawless body.