Because I Have a Pass

Pastel closed the bedroom door tightly.

Looking back, Lord Demon was still lying down with his arm covering his eyes. There was a mood light at the head of the bed, but it was so faint she couldn't tell if it was even bright.

"I'm here."

Lord Demon remained silent before answering slowly.

"Right, Young Kraft."

Pastel looked at Lord Demon for a moment.

With her hands behind her back, she needlessly looked around the bedroom, whose layout she already knew, then approached the bed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, the sheet pressed down, creating ripple marks.

Pastel reached out her hand. She reached toward Lord Demon, hesitated, and then pressed down hard next to the demon's head. The bed pressed down, causing the demon's head to tilt slightly. When she took her hand away, the mattress recovered and regained its original slope.

Pink eyes stared down at the sheet where the handprint remained. Her palm pressed down on the sheet where the handprint had been. As she repeatedly lifted and pressed, the bed mattress sank and recovered.

Following the mattress, the demon's head bobbed slightly. The forearm covering his eyes moved a little. Red eyes were revealed and looked up at the girl...