Kei was not okay.
Not mentally.
Not emotionally.
And definitely not physically.
His heart hadn't stopped racing since the bathroom incident—where he got a high-definition, wet and glistening view of Bel's sculpted demon body.
Az was now making pancakes like nothing happened, still half-naked and humming. Bel, meanwhile, sat across the room—still in only a towel, legs crossed, flipping calmly through one of Kei's textbooks like he actually knew what "Human Psychology 101" meant.
Kei sat on the couch, buried under a pillow fortress, trying very hard not to look anywhere below the collarbone.
"Why are you both half-naked in my dorm like this is some kind of fantasy harem anime?" he grumbled.
Az leaned over, flipping a pancake one-handed. "You summoned a demon of desire, baby. Your suffering is my foreplay."
"Shut up!"
"Why are you so red?" Az smirked, setting a plate in front of him. "Still thinking about that little shower show earlier?"
Kei growled, stuffing a pancake in his mouth just to shut himself up.
Bel stood suddenly.
And Kei immediately looked away.
But fate is cruel.
Because as Bel moved toward the table...
The towel slipped.
One second it was around his hips.
The next—it was on the floor.
Everything below the waist—unleashed.
Kei's soul left his body.
"OH MY GOD—!!"
He launched off the couch and turned away so fast he nearly dislocated his neck.
Az blinked. Then burst into evil laughter.
"PFFFT—! Oh nooo~! The towel! Such a tragic accident!"
Kei screamed into the pancake plate. "WHY IS THIS MY LIFE?!"
Bel didn't even flinch.
He calmly bent down, picked the towel back up, wrapped it around himself again—and walked past Kei with zero shame.
"You looked again."
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!"
"You stared for three seconds this time."
Az leaned over the back of the couch, teasing. "Ooooh, he's counting now. That's progress."
Kei screamed louder. "I WAS TRYING TO LOOK AWAY! I JUST HAVE FAST REFLEXES!!"
Bel sat beside him now, towel secure, but eyes sharp. "You liked what you saw."
"I—I—I am a respectful human being!! I respect your body!! By not staring at it!!"
Az cackled. "Suuure, that's why your hands are shaking and your nose is a little pink right now."
"I'M JUST COLD!!!"
Bel leaned in, whispering by Kei's ear. "If you want more… you only have to ask."
Kei covered his face with both hands.
"I hate both of you," he whimpered.
Az grinned, twirling a fork. "You say that… but your body's telling a different story."
Kei stood abruptly. "I'm going to class!"
"You don't have class today," Bel said.
Kei grabbed his bag. "THEN I'M GOING TO CHURCH!"
And with that, he stormed out of the room—still red, still panicking, and still way too flustered to function.
Az turned to Bel, smug. "Think he'll survive this week?"
Bel stared at the door.
"He'll adjust. Or break."
Az chuckled darkly. "Either way… he's ours now."