My Girlfriend Is a Demon Queen

​"Iran... 83 marks. Nolan... 78 marks.

​The teacher’s voice was the only thing echoing in the entire classroom. Every student had their eyes glued to her. Some had smiles on their faces, while others looked totally depressed. It was pretty clear that today’s marks were going to decide how the rest of their day would go.

"And finally... Priya... 97 marks."

​Hearing Priya’s name and her marks didn’t surprise anyone. It was basically a regular thing by now. Everyone had just accepted the fact that Priya was always going to top the class.

​"Well done, Priya. You topped the class again."

​Priya stood up from her seat. All the guys started staring at her like they had been waiting for this exact moment forever. Their flushed faces and stiff postures made it totally obvious what they wanted from her. Well, you couldn’t really blame them.

​When a girl is that hot... with her shirt’s top chest buttons practically bursting open. A waist so tiny you could grab it with both hands. Hips and buttocks so perfect that once you look, it’s impossible to look away. Thighs smoother than silk. But sadly, all they could do was look. Because she had already rejected proposals from every single guy in the class.

​Without paying attention to anyone, Priya walked straight to the front, took her marksheet, and quietly went back to her desk.

​"And now..." The teacher’s voice suddenly grew heavy and filled with weird amusement. "Himanshu... 32 marks."

​The moment that name was called out, along with his marks, the whole class looked around in shock. Getting double-digit marks was nothing short of a miracle for these students. A few seconds later, all the students turned their heads toward the back corner of the room.

​Himanshu was slouched on the second-last bench near the window. He didn’t care about Priya or anyone else’s marks; it looked like he was completely lost in his own world. He had hidden both his hands under the desk. His fingers were nervously tearing a rough piece of paper from his notebook into shreds. Riiip... riiip...

​32 marks.

​Hearing that number, Himanshu’s eyes went wide open. His hands went numb under the desk. He didn’t even know how many tiny pieces he had ripped that paper into.

​What? I failed even after working so hard? Is passing really that difficult?

​Dozens of questions started racing through his mind all at once. He had actually tried this time.

​Then came the teacher’s sweet yet totally insulting voice.

​"What’s the matter, Himanshu? Even if I add up your marks from the last two years, it still wouldn’t total 32. Well done. Keep this up... maybe I’ll get to witness a miracle and see you reach High School.

​Yeah, yeah, I know, he said in his mind.

​Muffled laughter echoed throughout the classroom. A few guys sitting right in front of Himanshu started whispering, but their voices were loud enough for Himanshu to hear every single word clearly.

One of them covered his mouth and laughed.

"Such a loser."

​All these words were falling straight into Himanshu’s ears. He couldn’t figure out if he was just used to the insults by now, or if he genuinely didn’t care anymore.

​Anger was clearly visible on his face, but it wasn’t because of the insults; it was because of the result of his hard work. He was just glaring at the test sheet in his hand with ’32’ written on it.

​Damn it... 32 marks. He clenched his fist tight. I’ll just bring more cheat sheets for the next exam.

​Whatever, let it go. Unclenching his fist, he aggressively shoved the marksheet into his bag and turned his gaze out the window.

​Today felt like a really long day for him. It felt like the sun had just stopped moving. And then he did exactly what he had been doing over and over again since morning. He slowly slipped his hand into his pants pocket and pulled his phone halfway out. He tapped the screen to wake it up.

​He checked the time and date on the lock screen, like he was desperately waiting for the evening. And then, right below that... he looked at a hidden folder icon. He didn’t even know how many times he had stared at that icon today, but every single time he saw it, it made all his sadness disappear.

(By the way, Himanshu is 18+.)

​The folder title read: "Today, We Are Alone in the Room." (An 18+ adult manga).

​The cover of the folder featured three unbelievably hot girls.

​Just seeing that cover on his screen made Himanshu’s face turn red. His leg started bouncing rapidly under the desk, like he was impatiently waiting for a train to arrive. This evening, the new, limited-edition physical volume of this exact manga was going to drop at the nearby store.

​After a long and exhausting wait, evening finally arrived. The school bell rang. All the students were casually chatting as they headed toward their homes.

​But Himanshu? He had a completely different plan. He sprinted straight to the bicycle stand. His breathing was getting heavier. He grabbed his cycle and started pedaling like a madman in the exact opposite direction of the student crowd.

​As the minutes ticked by, Himanshu started panting, and the rattling of his cycle chain was getting louder.

​But he didn’t care about his body or how tired he was getting. If all the books sell out before I get there, my two-year wait will be totally ruined!

​Just thinking about that gave his legs an extra boost of power. Panting heavily, his whole shirt was soaked in sweat. His messy hair clearly showed that he had just set a new record for reaching the store this time.

​He had finally reached the store.

​He quickly kicked his cycle stand down. Right outside the glass display, there was a massive poster for that manga. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand.

​"Hell yes... the two-year wait is finally over." A bright spark lit up in his eyes.

​He quickly pushed the glass door open, rushed inside, and bolted straight to the shelf where the adult books were kept. In the box, there were only two copies left! He let out a sigh of relief and rested both his hands on his knees.

​But right at that exact second, another guy came running from the side and picked up one of the copies.

​Seeing this, his eyes went wide. The only good thing was that there was still one book left in there. He cursed himself and quickly sprinted across the remaining distance, looking around frantically.

​He slid to a halt right in front of the book. He took a sigh of relief, let his racing heartbeat calm down, and wiped the remaining sweat off his forehead again.

​He quickly grabbed that last book with both his hands and hugged it tightly against his chest.

​"Finally... I got you," a weird, crazy smile spread across Himanshu’s lips. "After so many days... I’ll get to do it again tonight."

​Just saying that made his face turn bright red from a mix of embarrassment and happiness. Hot, romantic, and 18+ thoughts started flooding his brain. He was completely lost in his own dirty fantasy world.

​But just then... from right behind him, a very sweet and familiar voice called out.

​"Himanshu... you’re here?"

​Hearing that, every single hair on his body stood up in a jolt. His breath felt like it just got stuck in his throat.

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