High school, a limo, and five butlers kneeling for your exit from the vehicle? A perfect combination to suddenly be the center of attention, against all odds. Something Lisa didn't particularly appreciate.

-Rwine! she hissed, glaring at the butler. I told you to drop me off not far from the establishment.

-We are not far away.

That, for not being far, they were not far! Just in front of the gate!

Dying of shame, she avoided the gaze of all the teenagers, to rush into the school. Above all, not to think of all the attention turned towards her. She had the impression that her nocturnal activities were marked on her forehead, making her particularly uncomfortable.

-Lisa? Lisa! Are you okay?

Miriam came running to her.

-Right? Yes, yes, very good!

Her only friend raised her eyebrows, before breathing a sigh of relief.

-So it wasn't your house that was destroyed? I'm so glad. I was really scared when I passed by this morning.

Her house! With all that had happened, she had almost forgotten this detail that was not a detail! She no longer had a roof...

-You look different, Miriam murmured, looking at her. Did something happen? You weren't in class yesterday... No, don't tell me... You did!?

Placing her hand over her friend's mouth, Lisa gave an embarrassed smile to everyone around. Was it that obvious!? Satan had really marked her on her forehead, or what!

-It's none of your business, she whispered. Miriam!

-Oh, it's okay... I'm just worried about you, that's all... How long have you known him, Stan? Don't you think things are moving a little fast between you two?

A little fast? They had started with a wedding, damn it! Of course it was moving fast between them! On the other hand, the high school girl didn't know about it. Taking a deep breath, Lisa regretted Satan's absence. Forced to go back to the country to supervise the total sleep of the dragon Termidor, he had to come back over the morning, in the best case.

-Don't worry, she concluded. He takes care of me. Believe me.

Unconvinced, her friend nevertheless let go of the case.

Was Lucifer going to intervene today? She hoped so... In math class, she thought about how much she missed her husband. She wanted to be with him, in his arms... She immediately blushed at the memory of the day before. It had been so good, so .... She had been so wild!

Ashamed, she told herself that she didn't want to see him again right away. Although, he didn't seem to be unhappy with her behavior, given that... that he... She couldn't think anymore.

Asking her teacher if she could go to the bathroom, she was relieved to get out of the classroom. Phew... She needed to cool off. Scrambling to where she was supposed to go, she splashed some water on her face. Good. That would get her mind back on track a bit.

She had slept with a demon. Her husband, yes, but a demon nonetheless. And despite everything she had heard about the first few times, she had gotten off on it. Peony red, she looked at herself in the mirror. Nothing had changed. She was still the same. And yet, she felt more like a woman. Desirable? Only Satan could have put her in such a state. How had he made her... well, he was so... it was going to get even better? It seemed so... The more you practiced with the same partner, the better it was, because you ended up knowing exactly what made the other one lose his mind.

Was she going to spend her life thinking about sex? Because since yesterday, it was about the only thing able to be born in her mind. All the rest was occulted by the body of her husband, his muscles, his penis, the sensations that he was creating in her...

She had to get back to class. Confused, she walked out of the bathroom, only to come face to face with a high school student. And not just any student!

Florian, who was standing in front of the door. Was he shorter than she remembered? Smaller? As young? Childish? Next to Satan he looked... his age. A teenager, in fact. She was too used to being around a man, a real man. Well, a demon, a real one.

-Uh, excuse me, I...

Without really knowing how, she found herself blocked inside, Florian pressing her against the closed door. But what the...

-Tell me, Lisa Peronne...

Daemon. Currently, it was Daemon, but high school girls weren't supposed to be married, so she refrained from correcting him. Florian's face was a hair's breadth from hers, one of his hands pressed against the door, close to her ear. What was he doing there?

-I heard you have a crush on me?

She thought quickly. In fact, it was ancient story. A one-way teenage crush.

-Uh...

-That's what I thought, Florian continued, moving a little closer, so that she was forced to raise her head to look at him.

What did he want?

-I've been watching you for a few days. You're a very attractive girl...

-Is that why you never noticed me in three years of high school? she retorted without animosity.

-You never did anything to get my attention...

She frowned. She was getting tired of this little game. He was too close, much too close. It was an invasion of her personal space that she didn't appreciate at all. Yet Florian's hand came to rest on her hip.

-I heard you have sex easily?

I beg your pardon? Stunned, Lisa forgot the inappropriate fingers on her. Opening her mouth, unable to speak because of the thousand insults that were jostling in her head, she suddenly felt like hitting him. Except that the opening of her lips was badly interpreted.

He kissed her. For a kiss of immature teenager, full of himself and certain of his own virile attraction. Manly, he was not, especially not beside her husband! Biting his tongue, Lisa pushed him back with all her strength.

-Do not touch me, you dirty pig! she exploded.

-You're being picky!? I'm the most stylish guy in school!

-My ass! You're just a brat who doesn't know anything about life, so don't you dare touch me again, got it!? I belong to someone else!

-That damned Stan!? he bellowed as he pushed her back against the door. Poor thing... He must feel sorry for you, he's just enjoying having sex!

She was going to make mincemeat out of him!

-You...

-Oh oh... Poor thing, you have been reduced to hurting women to feel like a man?

Lisa's eyes widened as she discovered Satan, just behind Florian. In his human form, fortunately. Even if he was still bigger than the teenager. Moreover, the latter turned over to push Stan Daemon. It was like striking a wall with a smile a little too friendly. The hands in the back, her husband considered him as a cat looked at a mouse.

-Ah! I was right! You had come for the kiss, eh, Lisa!? spat Florian. You're really a bitch...

The slap sent her bouncing against a bathroom stall door. Holding back a cry of surprise, Lisa brought her hand to her mouth. Staggering, Florian would have collapsed if Satan had not seized him by the shoulder.

-Apart from the ungracious term, there is nothing wrong with fucking, as you say. On the other hand, you know that she is mine. And you dare to touch her? Tut tut tut... You are not a wise boy, Florian.

-You... don't... don't scare me!

He wanted to stick a right hand in Satan's face. He was too short to reach him, as the demon was holding him at arm's length.

-No, not yet, he agreed with a friendly laugh. But you kissed my wife against her will.

They suddenly disappeared. The silence disoriented Lisa. Then her husband came back, alone, with a big smile on his face.

-Is everything all right, my little wife? he said, kissing her forehead lightly before taking her in his arms. He did not hurt you?

-Uh, no.

Relieved without wanting to admit it to herself, she embraced him. That Florian, what a scoundrel! He had dared to... ugh! That kiss had been despicable!

-You... What did you do with him?

-Mmh, does it really matter?

She moved away from him, just enough to wave her authoritative index finger under his nose.

-Satan! He is a stupid teenager! I want you to teach him a lesson, but he still doesn't deserve to die!

-But he kissed you!

-Satan! Where did you put him!?

Her husband looked away, proof of guilt.

In the man-eating zombie village of Damal.

Oh yes. He was really angry.

-Go get him, please, she sighed. He doesn't deserve this, anyway.

-No way.

-Satan!

-Well, it's okay, it's okay!

He soon returned with Florian screaming in terror. He ran to a corner, rolling his eyes in horror. In that short time, his clothes had been torn to shreds, bite marks were on his arms and his face was streaked with scratches.

With her fists on her hips, Lisa glared at her husband.

-If he doesn't end up in a psychiatric ward after that, it will be a miracle!

-The psycha-what?

-Mental disorders. Like your brother, for example.

-Oh.

Finally, it proved to be able to erase his memory. Perfect! He reset Florian's memories to zero, while instilling new ones. She didn't know what it was, but from that day on, the high school student was exemplary with everyone. This shocked many who wanted to try to sleep with him. Anyway, for the time being, Lisa had to go back to class. As she walked up the hallway, she noticed that Satan was following her.

-So you already belong to someone? he said in a falsely detached voice.

She smiles.

-At least for the next year, she declared with a wink.

Lisa couldn't tell, but in that instant, Satan's heart raced. A minimum of one year? So she didn't intend to get rid of him in a year? A thin smile stretched his lips.

In the end, those demon seduction guides had a point.

He was going to succeed in conquering his wife.