The next morning, Lisa turned off her alarm clock with a grunt, in the dreadful heat. How hot it could be in her room!

Completely stunned, she opened one unfresh eye, to discover Cerberus curled up in a ball between her neck and shoulder. That was part of the explanation for the unbearable temperature. The second was a red man with horns whose head was lodged between her breasts, the rest of his body lying on hers.

-Satan! she exclaimed, sitting up suddenly in bed.

Not at all awake, but dislodged from his very hot place, he half-opened a red eye, emitted an annoyed groan before embracing her waist, to force her to lie down again, the cheek stuck to her breastbone. The devil!

-That's enough! she bellowed, waving like a beautiful devil. I'm not a blanket! Get out of my bed! And what are you doing in it, first of all!

-I'm trying to sleep, he grumbled.

His large red hand rested on her breast. Or rather, it infiltrated under her pyjama top to put its burning palm on the fleshy globe. Lisa blushed to the roots of her hair... And exploded.

If he hadn't had red skin, Satan would have had a nice slap mark on his cheek. Looking sad over his breakfast, he looked at Rwine, who apparently also lived here, with a puppy dog look.

-She threw me out of her bed.

-She is a human, my King. She doesn't have the same proximity criteria as you.

-Don't talk about me as if I wasn't there! As for you, Satan, don't say anything! One does not go in the sheets of an innocent young girl!

-You are my wife!

-Shut up! I already said it was a mistake!

This time, Satan, King of the Underworld, looked really depressed. She saw him literally slump in his seat until his cheek touched the kitchen table. Wow... It looked like his batteries were running dry.

What was suddenly happening to him?

Even though he read her mind, Rwine refrained from answering this silent question. Instead, he disappeared, probably back into the underworld from which he came. Cerberus squeaked as he rubbed his tiny head against his master's calf.

-Satan? What is happening to you? You're not fighting anymore, all of a sudden.

A long sigh escaped him. Come on.

-I am a demon, my wife.

-So what?

-My nature is slightly different from yours.

She frowned. Even though she was angry with him for this morning, she didn't like seeing him in such a state. She walked around the table and knelt down in front of him, without touching him. Immediately, the chihuahua wrapped itself around her feet, eager for caresses. Satan, his cheek on the cold wood, had his eyes closed. With his long horns and red skin, the image was atypical.

-You need something, right?

-Sex.

-Go to hell.

Soul-splitting sigh.

-Well, is a hug enough for you?

Immediately, he opened his eyes.

-A kiss.

-A hug.

-A kiss and a hug.

-A hug and that's it!

They stared at each other.

-Okay, he conceded.

The next moment, she was in his arms, lifted from the ground. Remembering how high he could reach, she clung to him, her heart pounding. Her feet did not touch the ground!

-I'm too heavy! Put me down!

-You're light as a feather, he moaned into the back of her neck.

His warm breath made her shiver, but she would never recognize him. In any case, she had put her arms around his neck to keep from falling, so he had noticed. One of his large hands caressed her back, while the other supported her without straining. Stiff at first, she eventually relaxed against him. In any case, it did not seem close to release it.

-Satan?

-Hm?

-I have to go to school, you know?

A grunt, emitted right against his neck. Good. She pulled away just enough to let him know she had recharged her batteries enough for the day... When he kissed her. Just a light kiss, neither intrusive nor sexual. But a kiss that spoke volumes about the extent of his desire.

Confused, she barely noticed that he was putting her back on the floor, with a light and terribly sexy laugh.

-Lost, my wife?

-We had said: no kiss! she exclaimed by giving him a kick in the shin.

*

What a poor apple she could make!

A hug to recharge the batteries of a demon! we've seen it all!

She arrived at school furious, and it didn't get any better when the three bitches sheepishly asked her if Stan Daemon, the new ultimate high school hunk, would be there today. Squinting, Lisa looked at them for the first time in their lives with such rage that they recoiled.

Passing them without saying a word, she rushed into the biology room. At least one class she actually liked! Even if the teacher was a shriveled old man, he was a well of science. However, she was surprised not to see Satan arrive. Bah. At least Miriam sat next to her, asking her questions about her Wednesday. She gritted her teeth. Damn little devil freak!

The bell rang and everyone entered the classroom. We were surprised that Mr. Pif was late, when suddenly, an unknown figure in a white coat appeared. With a desperate groan, Lisa hid her face in her hands.

The adult human version of Satan had just arrived, with a huge smile and long silky black hair falling over his shoulders.

-Hello, hello! I am Mr. Demo...

He still didn't bother with his aliases.

-And I am your substitute biology teacher.

No one in the class seemed to notice his striking resemblance to Stan Daemon. But there were enthusiastic shouts, especially from the girls. Florian himself looked like a pale shadow next to this sexy teacher version of Satan.

-What will the class be about? asked Sylvie, sheepishly.

She had never taken interest in class all year, but all she needed was a pretty face and a pair of abs of steel to find a sudden interest in science.

-We are going to talk about the ability of octopuses to blend into their environment.

Murmurs of disappointment. Suspicious, Lisa looked at her teacher of the day, who winked at her.

-I'm just kidding! We're going to have a sex ed class! Who knows what about sex!?

Again!? Not two days in a row! Not after Lilith's overly exhaustive book! With a desperate groan, Lisa dropped her head into her arms crossed over her desk. Those damn demons had decided to kill her!

Unfortunately for her, they had four hours of biology in a row that day. They went through everything from sexual utopias to truths, from the average size of the human penis - she almost burst out laughing when he said "human" - to how to use toys. Those who wanted to pretend they knew everything soon realized that they didn't know anything about their new sex guru. At the two-hour break, no one wanted to go out and stretch their legs, much to Lisa's dismay. It had to be. Satan had introduced the subject of cunnilingus and the importance of female pleasure to the couple's complete satisfaction. If the woman did not cum, the man would not know the absolute pleasure of a simultaneous orgasm. He sold it so well that this class would really look at female pleasure in a better light.

In short, the worst part of all this was the smiles that he addressed to her, although he totally refrained from asking her questions. As what he began to know her well, because she would have killed him the same evening, if not.

In the end, everyone left the class with a wealth of knowledge that was immediately spread throughout the school. Fortunately, Professor Demo had already disappeared from the face of the earth, otherwise he would have had some serious problems with French education.

-I never thought I'd have a class on oral sex, said Miriam, flabbergasted by her lunch.

Lisa remembered this chapter very well, because the images from the book of Lilith were still assaulting her retina. If ever there was a God or a lucky star, please let him have a normal sized penis!

No wait!

She had never planned to give in to him!

-After that, the most important thing to remember is that this is a man who puts the woman's pleasure at the heart of the relationship. For all we know, how many are too selfish to take this into account?

Miriam took the time to think.

-He must be a great shot, this teacher.

There, Lisa struck her with her eyes. Her friend raised an eyebrow in surprise.

-What? Everyone thinks so! Did you see Sylvie and her group running after him on the way out? And Florian and the other guys taking notes like crazy? I've never seen them so attentive!

-Yeah, yeah...

As much as to say that no one was during Mrs. Quech's mathematics class that afternoon. No one wanted to say why, but the redness in her cheeks left no doubt about the nature of her thoughts.

-You ruined my day at school.

Lying on her bed, in the middle of a forest of shojos, Satan gave her a big smile with white teeth.

-Me?

-Yes, you! she accused him. Why did you do that! And what happened to Mr. Pif!

-He's fine, he just took a day off. The poor old man needed it.

On reflection, he was not wrong. But that did not excuse anything!

-According to these manuals, I am supposed to seduce you by making you understand that I am a male in full possession of his means and sexual vigor, he explained without losing his arrogant manly smile.

-These are not manuals! And I don't care about your sexual vigor! I don't care about that!

-Really? So I can walk around the house naked and you won't mind?

He looked at her, she looked at him. The clenched fists, the jaws ditto, she let go:

-Exactly. It won't bother me.

Satan's smile became more carnivorous.

-Perfect. These clothes were starting to bother me a lot.

A heartbeat later, he found himself naked on his floral bedspread, his sex happily hidden behind a stack of manga.

She slammed the door and fled to the shower. She would never go into her room again!