"Rui Jing~!" I called tentatively through the frosted glass. A blurry white figure approached the door, and I nervously covered half my face with the clothes in my hand.

Why did Clock’s house even have new girls’ clothes?

Whatever~ I sniffed the faint scent on the fabric, eyes fixed on the door crack.

Would I be seen as a pervert? No way… surely not…

Ugh, what am I thinking! You’re a girl too! Who else could handle this noble task of delivering clothes?

With a soft creak, white steam poured out as Rui Jing peeked her head through the gap.

Why wear an eye mask while showering?

Her shoulder-length hair clung damply to her head. Her clean, delicate face looked unexpectedly cute—I’d never noticed how stunning her golden eyes were, shimmering with pure light.

Before bathing, Clock had guided her through the oath of loyalty to the Dark Lord. Now, a faint contract mark adorned her forehead—a butterfly pattern, Clock said, marking her as my direct subordinate. It added a bewitching beauty.

"Your Majesty the Demon King!" Her voice brimmed with delight, eyebrows lifting.

"Call me He Yu, not ‘Your Majesty’!" I puffed my cheeks in protest. "What if my identity leaks? Remember, we’re still in the Royal Capital! You forgot your clothes, so I brought them."

I deliberately stayed back, holding the clothes up. If she wanted them, she’d have to open the door wider—hehe, I felt so evil.

"Thanks~" With zero suspicion, Rui Jing flung the door open. All I saw was a snow-white bath towel.

Disappointment… She’d clearly come prepared.

Still, even the towel couldn’t hide her curvy figure. The hazy steam made it even more alluring.

She took the clothes, leaned down, and before I could react, planted a quick kiss on my forehead. Then she darted back like a startled rabbit, leaving me frozen in place.

Was I just kissed? My heart stopped for a second, then raced wildly.

A girl kissed me—I’m a lolicon! How do I turn her gay? Urgent help needed!

"He Yu-sama~ How’d it go~?" Her voice turned playful. Since when did this tomboy get so girly after a shower?

"N-nothing… Bye!" I spun around and bolted down the hall. Slamming the door shut, I pressed my forehead against it, calming my pounding heart.

So happy… so happy…

No wonder isekai stories turn into yuri after transformation. Winning over girls is this easy! My harem ambitions can finally begin~ Today wasn’t as wild as I’d hoped, but the perks were solid.

So hot… damp… Can humidity seep through two doors?

Impossible…

Wait—the floor’s marble…

Could it be…

"Well, if it isn’t the Demon King’s little sister? Decided to serve me or join my bath?" A familiar voice drawled. I instantly wanted to punch someone.

Was he flirting with me?

I turned. The sight nearly blinded me—through the mist, six glistening abs gleamed.

"Pervert!"

I grabbed a giant rubber duck from a nearby shelf and hurled it. The poor yellow duck missed Lott, hit the wall with a sad splat, and plopped into the pool.

Three milliseconds of silence…

"Don’t attack people out of nowhere!" The abs rippled as he pleaded from the water.

"Who showers fully clothed?!" I threw a cup next. He dodged again.

"Who showers clothed?!" Lott yelled defensively.

He had a point. How to counter? "Anyway… you’re the pervert!" I kicked the rebounding cup back. He flinched, fumbled a bar of soap, and—thwack—it smacked my head.

"Ah… accident…" He grinned awkwardly, eyeing the soap. "Could you… pick it up… never mind." His chin sank underwater under my venomous glare. But he was half-submerged anyway, muscles sharply defined, radiating a sunny, Billy-like aura.

Disgusting! Pay up!

"Like this chest to lean on?" He patted his pecs.

My eye twitched. "You’ll get wrecked, I’m telling you… We’re done."

"Done? What new position’s that?"

"If you didn’t pull stunts—" I aimed my foot at the soap, pretending it was Lott’s head. "—you wouldn’t—" Whoa! The soap slipped. I flew forward, crashed into the water with a splash, and sank gurgling.

Bubbles swirled from my mouth as I slammed into his solid chest, stars exploding in my vision.

I hate water—especially without magic. I’m a total non-swimmer. After gulping two mouthfuls, he hauled me up. "You’re hopeless!"

"Your fault… for throwing soap!" I gasped air, propping myself on him. I shook my head hard, spraying glittering droplets.

He froze, then burst out laughing. "Playing tricks already? You’re almost a real girl now~" He ruffled my wet hair, then coughed twice and turned away.

"Huh… pervert, what’s wrong? Plotting something dirty?" What shifted? The mood turned awkward. I felt an… unmentionable thing poking my back… WTF! How could he… "You… lolicon pervert!"

"One question…" He pinched his nose, as if about to nosebleed.

"Pervert! Don’t ask!" I cut him off. Definitely something gross.

"I just wondered…" he stammered. "Are you… not wearing underwear…?"

"Eh…?"