The Demon King Opens a New World

Bai Yu took a deep breath and quickly tore his gaze away from the other girl's delicate, flawless neck, as though some strange fetish had suddenly awakened within him.

He had heard of leg men, butt men, breast men, and even the more unusual hand men. Was he really about to build a whole new school on the foundations laid by his predecessors?

This was not something he should be into.

If he lost control even a little, it would be more than just a simple reprise of his old tricks.

But... perhaps he had stared too long and developed some sort of filter. Horikita seemed especially delicious right now.

That snow-white, flawless neck, along with the beautiful collarbones whose delicate lines were outlined by her shirt collar. Beads of clear sweat still clung faintly to them, reflecting the light, pooled there like sweet dew... Croak!

He was definitely just too thirsty.

The scorching sun had also muddled his mind a little. Otherwise, how could he explain never feeling this way before?

Or was it that the usual version simply did not work?

Did it have to be a beautiful girl drenched in fragrant sweat right in front of him, like how fried chicken wings only became more delicious when dipped in sauce?

Bai Yu's breathing grew a little unsteady.

He swiftly adjusted his gaze, turning sideways toward his opponent and flinging his eyes toward the distant Ayanokoji Kiyotaka to cleanse his soul.

Mm.

Now he had thoroughly calmed down.

Seeing him suddenly change his stance, Horikita Suzune could not help wondering what strange move he was preparing this time.

She cautiously probed, "Could Bai-kun be plotting some dirty trick outside the rules again, or are you already planning to surrender?"

Bai Yu glanced at her, then immediately looked away and faced the spectators off to the side.

"Oh, sorry. I did not mean that."

Why had his attitude suddenly become so polite and respectful?

Horikita Suzune was stunned after hearing that, but she was even more irritated by the way he looked as though he had seen something unclean.

"Could you please look at me when you speak? Has Bai-kun forgotten even basic manners?"

"I have very good manners, but looking at you right now would not be very polite to you."

Horikita Suzune furrowed her brow. What kind of fit was this guy throwing now?

But if that was the case, she had no intention of talking to him about fair play.

"Since you do not intend to face me properly, prepare to have victory taken from you!"

With that, she leaped up and served the ball. Its power and speed were both much lower than before.

But she had already used all her strength. At the very least, she did not believe that an opponent with the same level of exhaustion, and one who was only facing her sideways, had the ability to return this—

Bang!

"Ha ha ha! Naive, naive! The Hero truly still needs much more training."

Bai Yu smugly taunted the empty air in front of him, drawing frowns and comments from the girls watching below.

"See? His personality really is terrible."

"Seriously. I actually mistook him for a handsome guy like Hirata-kun just now."

"How awful. He does not hold back even against girls. You really cannot judge a person by appearances... except Hirata-kun, of course."

Horikita Suzune's cheeks twitched involuntarily at his practically contemptuous curveball of a taunt.

The next second, her expression darkened completely, and a chilling killing intent rapidly froze over her clear eyes.

"Has Bai-kun already prepared his last words?"

"? The Demon King will only die gloriously! Hero, you are the Demon King's only beloved kin!"

"Then it seems that will not be necessary!"

After another fierce exchange of verbal blows, provoked by Bai Yu's inexplicable control over his positioning, the two quickly began their second round...

"Ayanokoji-kun, I have a feeling this match will not end anytime soon. Do you have anything to say?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's gaze wandered briefly before he quietly offered his opinion. "Well, it feels like someone has not gone all out, or perhaps there is some issue with their condition."

"How could that be?"

Hirata Yosuke looked both surprised and worried. "Could it be a problem with stamina?"

"Hard to say, but something just feels off."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's gaze drifted back to the match.

It should have been a contest that was decided quickly, yet Bai Yu seemed unable to put his strength to use, and the way he was holding himself was rather subtle as well.

Why did he keep facing Horikita from the side?

And since earlier, his eyes did not seem to have landed on her face even once. It was a little like he was refusing to see her fighting back against him. No wonder Horikita was getting angry...

What exactly was the club president plotting?

Could this method of challenging and provoking Horikita really make her willingly join the club?

He did not understand.

Still, the match was fairly entertaining. He could happily slack off and watch the show, while spending another relaxed and carefree PE class.

All in all, it was not a loss.

Mm.

Today, he too was a carefree, free white bird.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka smiled happily, cast aside the commentary work that had bound him, and cheerfully slipped into the crowd shouting encouragement.

"Go, President!"