A huge bright red body crosses the floor where drunk people are making a fuss and disappears into a deserted area. If there was a woman next to him, it wouldn't be unusual, so Master wouldn't care. However, there was no one next to him, and the trajectory left behind by the flames on his tail was tinged with a heat similar to irritation. A sooty smell grazed the master's nose, who was a little far away.
　That day, a familiar face from the battlefield visited Varvara, and the Master couldn't help but get deep into the conversation. What's he doing now? Is it true that he's married? Master was so excited with such talk that he was more distracted than usual and forgot to pay attention to the floor. It wasn't a good idea to have a drink, as a visiting former comrade insisted on drinking it. Work while talking about old times, and have a glass of wine in between. The new part-time students have already gotten used to the job, and there is no need for the master to keep an eye on them 24/7.
Even if I worked like this once in a while, I wouldn't be able to get anything done--this happened just as Master was thinking that.
　Master felt something strange about Furufuru's appearance that crossed his field of vision. Furufuru seems to be heading to the bathroom, so I move my gaze in that direction. A dark hallway leading from the floor to the backyard. I casually gazed at the unisex private toilet facing there - my heart jumped at that moment.
　A few steps in front of the toilet door, one of the leather shoes lent to an employee was lying on the floor.
　There is nothing unusual about a drunk person's shoes and clothes lying on the floor of a store. However, it is rare to find an employee's shoe left behind, tipped at an unnatural angle, as if it had gone flying off his foot in a violent stroke.
　Master interrupted his acquaintance and looked around the floor. He then counts the demons who are on duty and looks at their faces to confirm that there is only one demon who is not there. He is actually one of Furufuru's disciples, a sacrifice brought to him in exchange for his expenses.

"Sorry, I'll be leaving for a while."

　After saying no to the acquaintance sitting in front of him, the master jumps out from the counter and heads to the bathroom. Furufuru was already putting his hand on the door of the private room, and although he was smiling, he was talking with his fist on the door in a somewhat gruff voice. A faint blue streak appears on the side of his face. Master pushed his way past the drunkards and quickened his pace.
　The moment Master rushed to the spot, the dry roar of the toilet door being smashed into pieces echoed throughout the store. While Master was staring at the scene in shock - the toilet had just been repaired after being destroyed by a drunk just last week - Furufur quickly slammed something onto the floor. At that moment, dust from the door fragments flew up, and Master coughed as he raked the air with his hands to secure his vision.

"Hey Jazz~, are you okay?"

　Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Furufuru's carefree voice echoed through the store, which fell silent. A man bigger than Furu Furu was stretching out on the floor strewn with wood chips.Behind him, you could see his pure white inner thighs, covered in firm muscles.

"...Giri, safe."

　His words were strong, but his voice was trembling slightly. When the master hurriedly looked into the toilet, he found Jazz sitting on the toilet seat with the lid closed, unable to even pick up his torn uniform.
　It seemed like she was on the verge of it, and Jazz's legs still had bruises from being grabbed by the man, and her arms were tied in front of her chest, and her wrists, which she refused to give up on resisting, rubbed and oozed a little blood. ing.
　Before Master could open his mouth, Furufuru muttered "Cherusil", put Jazz's torn clothes back together, and quickly cut the rope. Picking up the small, trembling Jazz and placing him next to the master, he said, ''Let me get you something to drink,'' and then picked up the man who was stretched out on the floor and disappeared out the back door. I couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness of the hallway, but his golden eyes, reflected in the slightest light, were as sharp as knives.
　Master stood still, overwhelmed by the force, but regained consciousness when he heard Jazz sniffle.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice, but would you like some warm milk?"

　In an effortlessly cheerful voice, the master patted Jazz's shoulder, which was shaking slightly.

"Please don't treat me like a child, Master, it's not my fault."

　Jazz's expression softened slightly and he answered awkwardly. For Jazz, who grew up in a meritocratic family, the reason he was brought in and almost raped was because of his own lack of ability, nothing more, nothing less.
　Master looked at the reddened whites of Jazz's eyes and the tip of his nose as he looked down in frustration. He was impressed by Jazz's unexpected courage, and thought his honest reaction was cute. This is just a type of desire for protection that adults feel toward children, and it is not a bad thing.
　However, he has the appearance of a bewitching young man with black hair and red eyes, and an ennui look.However, once you have a little conversation with him, he becomes obedient, cute, carefree, and boyish. There are many people who are drawn to the bipolar charm of jazz and cannot resist their desires. Even more so if you're drunk.
　In fact, this is the third time in ten days that Jazz has been in such a dangerous situation. Up until now, he was a devil who was drunk and didn't know what was going on, and he wasn't that strong of a man, so Jazz would kick the opponent on his own and come back, and there were times when the master would let his guard down. Ta.
　However, today's man was taller than Furu Furu and wasn't that drunk - maybe he came to the bar for jazz? Anxiety spreads within Master's chest. Before long, I wonder if jazz will really be held captive by a bad man.
　Jazz is sitting at the corner of the counter, sipping at the hot wine drizzled with honey prepared by one of the employees. Regulars who had been watching the scene gathered around him. On the one hand, they all seemed to be on the go, but on the other hand, everyone had a look of concern for Jazz on their drunken faces.
　Although Jazz has only been working for a short time, he has the charm of a second son--a far cry from the eldest brother of the Andro family, who was banned from entering the house a while ago--and while the bad adults make fun of him, he still has his wits about him. I took great care of them and gave them a lot of help.
　It seemed like someone had used recovery magic on his bleeding wrist, and Jazz was stroking his wrist while lowering his eyebrows. Next to him, Arrokel anxiously rubbed Jazz's back. When the master returned to the counter after instructing other employees to clean and repair the toilet door, one of the regulars burst into tears.

"You're going to get fucked for real sometime soon, aren't you?"

　Not only the Master, but everyone present seemed to be thinking the same thing, and the area around the counter fell silent--there was a strange persuasiveness to it that couldn't be said to be impossible.

"Damn, why am I the only one...Arokel is cuter?"

　Jazz pouted as if to shake off the depressed atmosphere, but everyone present shrugged their shoulders in unison. It's true that Arrokel is adorable, with her goofy expression and fluffy mane, but it's not the same kind of ''cuteness'' that attracts bad men to Jazz.
　Jazz's mature features and childish emotions are hidden in his face, and this unexpectedness never stops attracting people. The way he looks now, openly expressing his thoughts and holding his head in his hands, is so innocent that it's almost taunting.

"I guess that's the case."

　When the master patted Jazz on the shoulder, Arokelle nodded and said, ''Jazz is cuter.'' The other regulars were also muttering things like ''Jazz is cute~'' and ''He's like my younger brother,'' and Jazz, who had regained his composure, turned red and retorted. Even though Master was laughing, the words of someone earlier echoed persistently in his mind.

"What are you talking about?"

　Before we knew it, Furufuru came back, pushed his way through the regulars, and sat down next to Jazz. Master wanted to ask about the man from earlier--because he hadn't paid yet--but it would be uncouth to ask. If you look closely at Furufuru's apron, you'll see blood splatters scattered all over it. He probably didn't kill him, but he probably won't come to this store again. The master gracefully gives up on selling a few thousand volts and tells himself that he didn't see anything. Then he turned to Furufuru.

"If things continue like this, Jazz's chastity is in danger."
"How to say it!"

　Master continued, ignoring Jazz's biting.

"Honestly, I'm too busy to just watch jazz."

　They are supposed to be working as a labor force to compensate for their expenses, but if they have more to worry about, it would be like putting the cart before the horse. Frufuru smiles and shrugs his shoulders at Master's slight hint of dissatisfaction, but we don't know what he really means--Frufuru's slightly irritated look when Jazz is brought in, and what happens afterward. Judging from his actions, it seemed like Furufuru was also worried about Jazz.

"Well then, if the sergeant and Jazz start dating~⁉ Then no one will be too scared to touch it."

　Their conversation was interrupted by a long, deep, cheerful voice typical of a drunk woman.

"Huh!? What are you talking about? I've been drinking too much."

　Jazz immediately denied the outrageous proposal with a wry smile. The jazz effort to pass it off as a drunken joke is in vain, as Furu Furu bursts into laughter. Her eyes sparkled with the innocence of a child who just got a new toy, and the evilness that seemed to boil down and dissolve Furufuru's maliciousness and cunning.
　It seems that not only the master but also Jazz noticed this unusual sign. The smile from before had disappeared from his face, and it was the first time he had seen Furufuru's expression――and he was a little frightened by the unknown nature of it. However, instead of walking away, Jazz leaned forward a little and looked into Furufuru's face. Thanks to his curiosity and courage, Master learned why Jazz was so liked by Furufuru, but he felt deep sympathy for the innocent and ignorant young black snake. Curiosity is the root of all greed, but it can also be fatal.
　Furufur reached out to cup Jazz's cheek as she leaned forward with wide eyes. Jazz doesn't shake his hand away, but stares intently at Furufuru like a child.

"Hey Jazz, let's go out with me."

　After a few seconds of silence, the regulars around him let out a cheer. Furufuru, Varvara's best playboy, confesses his love so quickly, even if it's part of a ''lover's play.'' The Master immediately glanced towards Jazz. Jazz, a pure-hearted student, will turn red in the face and object to Furufuru.He nods when Furufuru, the embodiment of evil who hates Jazz and Arokelle, asks him to go out with him. It can't be possible. Somehow, it turned out to be something that didn't happen--that's what the Master had predicted.
　But Jazz's cheeks were boiling and steaming. Master thought he could see white steam rising from Jazz's cheeks and neck, dissolving into cigarette smoke. Jazz's face was as red as the color of his eyes--in fact, all of the thin parts of his skin--and he kept Furufuru's palm resting on his cheek, looking at Furufuru without moving.
　The eyes of the gallery were focused on Jazz's mouth, which was tightly closed due to his inexperienced silence. Jazz doesn't seem to mind this, and keeps opening his mouth slightly as if he's trying to catch his breath, then swallowing tightly again. Furufuru is staring straight at it - like a magical beast lowering itself just before biting its prey.
　Since the other customers were also paying attention to the movements of the two people sitting at the counter, no orders were placed. Club music could be heard coming from somewhere, but it was the wired sound that had been left playing due to inertia, and it was normally the only thing that could be heard because of the voices of the customers. The interior of the store is dominated by BGM that even the master is unfamiliar with, the gasping sound of jazz, the harsh sound of metal hitting each other, and the sounds of the surrounding customers holding their breath.

"What do you think? Answer me."

　Furufuru barely moves his lips as he whispers with a faint smile on his face. Jazz seems to have been possessed by the devil's whispers. After blinking his wet eyes a few times, he let out a small voice. It was quieter than the sound of an insect's wings, but it resonated surprisingly well in the quiet store.

"......Yeah"

　Jazz placed his own hand on Furu Furu's hand that was resting on his cheek. It seemed that the small metallic sound that had been coming from earlier was coming from Jazz's ring. His other hand was resting on his lap, clasping it and opening it, as if it were nowhere to be found.
　Instigated by the bad man, Furufuru leans towards Jazz, who has completely boiled over. Furufur's tail, which was in good spirits and slowly burning, raised the temperature a little, and the onlookers took a few steps back. Furufur approaches Jazz's face, which is still flushed, smiling happily. Jazz seemed to realize Furufuru's intentions, and her eyes darted around in confusion, but she quickly closed her eyelids.
　Looking at Jazz, whose face was slightly tilted and her lips slightly pursed, the female devil who was standing near the master let out a small scream, "Oh no, you're cute." The other guests also seemed to feel like they were watching a love reality show. I kept my eyes wide open so that I wouldn't miss a moment as my thoughts overflowed.
　Furfur glanced at it and flared up its tail even more, completely covering Jazz. It was hot in its own way, but no one there had the guts to touch Furufuru's tail and do something about it.
　''That was a good place!'' and ''You're stingy!'' were the jeers and boos, but in the midst of all that, a slightly sultry voice slipped in.

",nah..."

　Then, Furufuru's tail returned to its normal size, and Furufuru was just smiling in a good mood, and Jazz appeared, staring blankly into space as if his soul had been taken out, and holding his hand by the back of his neck.

"Well, that's it! Nice to meet you."

　After saying that, Furufuru went home. Jazz is stunned, as if under magic, and the completely cold mulled wine is left on the counter. As the master and the assembled regulars stood there, watching the incomprehensible event that suddenly started and ended abruptly in front of them, a customer sitting far away raised his voice.

"Excuse me, can I order?"

　It's still business hours, and it's the peak time for customers. The master, remembering his work, stood up as if he had been repelled and clapped his hands.

"Yes, it's over! I'm off to work!"

　The regulars go back to their seats, and Arokelle runs to take their orders. Then, Jazz unsteadily stood up and disappeared onto the floor with a dish towel in hand.
　As if to make up for the quiet time up until now, orders were coming in one after another, and the master was making sake twice as fast as usual and putting it in the trenches. Before she knew it, the cable broadcasting that was playing in the store had stopped being audible, and Varvara was once again filled with a din so loud it hurt her ears. Jazz's chastity, which was in jeopardy, would be stopped by Furufuru in such a flashy way that no demon would interfere with her. Even though Furufuru acts like that, his ability is guaranteed. No daredevil would mess with that favorite.
　With one worry resolved, Master breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the floor. Jazz, whose engine had finally started, was cleaning the floor that had been stained by a customer while wearing a mask. Jazz's face looked depressed, wearing gloves and holding disinfectant in his right hand and a rag in his left. It's the same as usual, and the innocent look on his face just now is almost unbelievable.
　However, when Master saw the dark red birthmark peeking out from under the collar of his uniform, he realized the reason behind Jazz's voice. It was a hickey that was placed in a perfect spot where it could be seen when it moved, and it seemed like it was placed on Jazz by Furufuru in the flames of his tail.
　After cleaning the floor, Jazz took off his gloves, threw them into the bucket, and ran his fingers down his neck. Jazz usually has a habit of stroking his neck and the back of his head, but today he's doing something a little different.
　He traces the hickey that must have been placed on Furu Furu over and over again with his finger, as if checking to make sure. It's just a trace of congestion, and you won't notice anything when you touch it. However, Jazz's cheeks were turning slightly red as he touched the area. It's like checking Furufuru's body temperature that remains there.

(The sergeant is also a sinful person.)

　Jazz was completely corrupted by a battle-hardened evil demon――The Master folded his hands in front of Jazz. The Master, who had seen many women who had shed tears due to Furu Furu's whims, believed that Jazz would join them as well.
　If that day ever comes, I will comfort you. You can let them drink for free for that day. While polishing his glass, the master was imagining the not-so-distant future--if he didn't do well, it would arrive within the next ten days.

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　Surprisingly, Furufuru and Jazz seem to be successfully continuing to play "lover".
　Ever since that night, Furufuru has casually kissed Jazz on the cheek, and spoken to each other in a low voice -- Furufuru's one hand is around Jazz's waist, and Jazz's shapely head is in his heart. I often saw people leaning toward the nashi or furufuru side. The sight of Jazz, who has gotten so used to it, pushing Furufuru back when he kisses her on the cheek and tells her to stop in public, is so familiar that no one pays any attention to it anymore.
　Sometimes Jazz would sit next to Furufuru while he was at work, have a glass of juice, and then come back. However, in the sofa seat where other guests were also sitting, it wasn't even a private room, and Furu Furu and Furu Furu were making bets with cards and coins - of course, Jazz lost badly - and the Master said that he was just being made fun of. was heard from a customer who was present at the time.
　The moment they put their shoulders together, there is definitely some kind of heated atmosphere brewing between them, but as far as I can see their actual conversations and interactions, it doesn't seem like they have a deep relationship. Ta. A strange sense of distance that seems sexy but not so sexy. Jazz is also surprisingly bold--at first she looks like a girl who has fallen in love, but she quickly realizes that the other person is Furufuru and has the strength to regain her composure. Everyone was impressed.
　The two's ''lover's'' play seems to be continuing for the sole purpose of deterring the evil demon who is targeting Jazz. The master himself thought so, concentrating on his work without paying particular attention to jazz. I was worried that Jazz wouldn't be made to cry by a bad man, as I had feared at the beginning, and I was sure that once the Harvest Festival was over, Furufuru and Jazz would return to their original teacher-pupil relationship.

　The two temporary part-timers have gotten used to the job, and are offered a chance to live in Varvara, even though they can't win the bet with Furufuru. With less than a week left until the Harvest Festival, Jazz and Arokelle are about to finish their training without returning home.
　On this day, Arokell is in charge of customer service and Jazz is in charge of cleaning, so Arokele's hair, which has changed color, is being called out here and there and swaying around the floor. There is also a chronic shortage of manpower, and it feels like Arrokel alone is not enough. Arrokel is taking orders while treating drunk people, but even then, voices calling for employees can be heard from the tables at both ends of the floor. The original employees are also running around, but with so many customers coming in, they can't seem to keep up.
　The Master looked for Jazz, who was devoted to the easy task of cleaning in Varvara. The inside of the counter is elevated, so you can see the entire floor. However, no matter how much I changed the angle of my face, I couldn't see Jazz. Did they go on a break? Arokel just came to the counter, so the master took the order from Arokel and asked while pouring the sake into the shaker.

"I'm busy so I haven't been around, but what about Jazz? I told her to come out of the hall so I could clean up."
"Daga is supposed to be in the hall...?"

　According to Arokel, Jazz was also taking orders at the hall, taking note of Arokel's busy schedule. The master spoke a little more aggressively due to a hint of anxiety towards Arrokel who was confused.

"You won't be watching jazz for at least an hour. Go check out the back."

　Arokel understood everything, slammed the trench down on the counter, then turned on his heel and started running. I pushed my way through the customers and headed to the restroom in a secluded area. After opening the toilet and the small room where cleaning tools are kept, Arokel enters the backyard with a pale face. The master also leaves the counter to an employee and goes around opening the VIP room, private rooms, and the closet where spare alcohol and glasses are stored.

"Master, I don't like jazz."

　Arrokel came back out of breath, his face completely pale. A cold sensation ran down Master's spine. What if Jazz had been taken away by someone? The fact that Furufuru went out of his way to keep Jazz in check shows that Jazz is quite Furufuru's favorite. It's not love or romance, but rather a statement that ''I'm having fun and I don't want anyone to disturb me.'' However, for Furufuru, ''pleasure'' is a more important element than romance or love.
　If an outsider were to interfere with that, then the life or death of that demon could not be guaranteed. That is not all. It is not hard to imagine that some kind of misfortune befalls the master, who was not even aware that jazz was on the floor.

"What should I do? Contact the Demon Police Station."

　Arocel doesn't hide his frustration as Master looks down in a cold sweat.

"No, it would be faster if we all split up and search the back alleys. We know this area better than you." "Understood.
"

　When Master and Arokel came to that conclusion and stepped out to call out to the regulars on the floor and the devils who were acquainted with Furufuru, the back door at the back of the hallway they were in opened with a loud bang. Ta.
　When the two of them turned to look at them all at once, the person who was about to be searched for them was looking at them with a cheerful expression on their faces.

"...Ah, what, what's going on?"

　Jazz's familiar voice--it had a laid-back tone that made it clear just by listening that he hadn't encountered anything like what Master and Arokel had feared. The master noticed that her voice was somewhat hoarse, exuding a lisp and sweetness. Of course, Arrokel didn't let his heart get down, but instead looked at Jazz with wide eyes.

"I was worried because Jazz wasn't home. What were you doing?"

　It was an obvious question to ask, but the Master inwardly let out a sigh, thinking it was extremely unsophisticated. The hickey that was placed on Furu Furu about a week ago has completely faded, but Jazz now has a new hickey on his neck that he can't even tell where it was originally. Jazz's cheeks are flushed as if he just took a bath, but his hair is dry and doesn't smell like shampoo or body wash. In fact, he smelled a little like sweat, and even though he was underage, he smelled like cigarettes. The master wasn't so insensitive that he didn't know who the cigarette belonged to. Even Arokel, who seems to be ignorant of such things, can't bear to stay there and has a blank look in his eyes.

"Ah, uh, cigarettes...I'm sorry, the customer asked me to buy some cigarettes."

　Where's the cigarette? Of course I didn't ask. There is no benefit for the master to dig deep into some lame jazz excuse, as if someone had told him to ''just say that.''
　Jazz heads toward the floor, shaking his head from side to side as if he's drunk. His steps were slowing down, and they were quieter than usual. As if to protect your waist. I couldn't imagine that Jazz like that would be a force to be reckoned with--in fact, I thought it would be dangerous to throw Jazz in this state into the demons who were drunk and had lost their reason, so the Master decided to use his Jazz skills. He grabbed it and threw it into the backyard.

"I'll ask you to pay me back someday for this loan."
"I-I'm so sorry."

　Jazz, who was resting on his butt on the futon laid out in the backyard for a nap, let out a sexy voice, so Master hurriedly slammed the door shut. Arokel, who was standing next to me, closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands. ''I don't want to hear anything, I don't want to see anything,'' muttered in a small voice, and Master felt exactly the same way.
　Besides, I regularly see customers having sex with women right in front of me, and couples occupying the restroom for long periods of time and having sex with each other are not unusual at this restaurant.
　However, when he thought about Furufuru, an old friend of his, he felt like he couldn't bear to stay there--of course, Master had seen Furufuru doing something risqué with a woman in a corner of Varbara. , I felt like this was a different story.
　Furfur is very selective when it comes to women, and even if he remains silent, good, battle-hardened women will approach him. The reality is that Furufuru had sex with a younger man who was completely exposed as a virgin. He must have been smart enough to make excuses for Jazz while he was at work, take him to a love hotel, wrap up the easily pushy Jazz with old man-sounding lines like ''just the tip'', hold him tightly, and even make excuses for him to slip out on his own. -The confidence that the master intuitively obtains. The rawness and unexpectedness of it made Master feel strangely embarrassed.
　Master and Arrokel returned to the hall without speaking, and returned to their respective posts, trying to avoid mentioning jazz as much as possible. As if he had been waiting for that, the devil who was responsible for this incident came from the front of the store--of course since he was a customer--ringing the doorbell and gettinga clogs.
　Arocel made a disgusted face that was visible even through his mask, then headed to a table at the far end of the store. There are a lot of drunk male demons running wild in that seat, but for Arrokel, it's probably better that way.
Furufuru sat down at the counter where the master was standing, not paying attention to the other regulars. Master was shocked when he saw that face.
　It's not the cheerful smile he shows when he's making a female devil, the fearless smile he shows on the battlefield, or the carefree smile he shows his subordinates and acquaintances. Even Master, who had known him for a long time and was confident that he knew a certain amount about the demon Furufuru, was wearing an expression I had never seen before. He let out a feverish sigh along with purple smoke.

"Jazz, are you okay, Datta?"
"You're not okay at all, so I'm letting you rest now."

　I swallowed the sarcasm and kept it as an accusatory tone. However, Furu Furu doesn't care about that, and instead smokes at his own pace, looking at the chest lined with alcohol - or rather, looking into space, squinting his eyes.

"...Was it really that good?"

　When Master asked without asking what was going on, Furufuru's mouth turned up tightly and he laughed.

"Secret♡"
"I guess."

　This man has always been like that. The more important something is, the more you don't let others interfere or get in your way. The same thing happened in front of Thirteen Crowned Amaimon and Belial, so it's not a problem that the Master can do anything about. So, the master told him in a businesslike manner.

"Can I ask you to stop taking my part-time worker outside without permission? I'm really in trouble." "I'm sorry. But don't you feel bad that Hajimete is using the restroom
here?" "
No, it's not even the first time. Don't fuck in the toilet either."

　The master points out a straight point to Furufuru, who doesn't seem apologetic in the slightest. As the owner of this store, I have said what I need to say, so from now on, it is no longer the master's domain. Don't take your part-time job home without permission, and don't do anything other than relieve yourself in the toilet. Other than that, I don't know anything about it - it seems that the relationship between Furu Furu and Jazz is progressing more than Master expected, and from the looks of it, the Harvest Festival isn't even a break in the story. Dew.
　Of all the devils with strong lye that visited this store, Jazz was by far the most troublesome man to fall in love with. It would be better if you let her fall in love with you and then she says, ''Okay, now you can stop pretending to be a lover,'' and it ends as a bitter memory. If that was the case, the scars would probably be shallow, and Jazz would have looked for a new partner and experienced a very ordinary love affair. Poor thing――Master muttered in his chest.
　On the other side of the counter, Furfur is sipping a glass and looking out towards the backyard.