Chapter 6:
Eldritch Boyfriend
After a day of complete and utter nonsense, Elena wanted nothing more than to go home, take a bath, and pretend none of this ever happened.
The whole “my new classmate accidentally evolved a High Demon” thing was a bit much for her teenage brain.
She walked through the dimly lit streets, sighing as she finally approached the grand iron gates of her family estate.
The moment she stepped close, the massive gates creaked open on their own, revealing an enormous courtyard with beautiful black-stone pathways and floating lanterns.
Her home was gigantic, a gothic mansion that looked like it belonged to a final boss in a horror RPG.
But to Elena, it was just… home.
She walked inside, tired.
She barely noticed the maids bowing as she climbed the grand staircase, heading straight for her room.
The moment she stepped into her sanctuary of scrolls, books, and relics, she let out a sigh.
She was home.
A soft voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Would you like some tea, Lady Elena?”
Elena turned her head. One of the maids, a gentle-looking woman in a black and white uniform, stood at the doorway.
Elena smiled tiredly.
“Yes, please. I’ve had quite the day.”
The maid gave a polite nod.
Then, she glanced behind Elena.
“…Shall I prepare tea for the gentleman as well?”
Elena blinked.
“…What gentleman?”
The maid simply gestured behind her.
Elena slowly turned her head.
And there, standing right in the middle of her room,
Was Carrion.
Wearing her witch hat.
She froze.
Carrion tilted his head, examining himself in a mirror.
“This hat is oddly shaped,” he mused. “Is it meant to assist in flight or increase mana conductivity?”
Elena turned pale.
Her brain crashed.
Carrion was in her room.
In her house.
How did he even get in?!
The maid, sensing some sort of tension, gave a graceful bow and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Elena slowly turned to Carrion.
“…WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”
Carrion looked at her, confused.
“I followed you.”
“WHY?”
“Because you are my mate.”
—!!!
Elena’s entire teenage brain malfunctioned.
Carrion continued, completely unaware of the chaos he just caused in her head.
“It is only natural that where my mate goes, I follow.”
Elena felt her soul leave her body.
M-Mate?
My bedroom?!
What does he think we’re going to do here?!
Her thoughts took a dangerous turn.
She remembered everything he’d said today—
"I find you pleasant to look at."
"Your scent is nice."
"Your skin is smooth."
W-Was he… flirting with me all day?!
And now he was in her bedroom?!
Her face turned completely red.
She wasn’t ready for this!!
Carrion, meanwhile, was making things worse.
Completely oblivious to her thoughts, he walked over to her bed, casually sat down, and—
Took off his jacket.
Elena short-circuited.
“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she shrieked.
Carrion blinked at her.
“I am making myself comfortable.”
THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE!!
Elena panicked.
She rushed forward, grabbed his jacket, and tried to shove it back onto him.
Carrion blinked again, confused.
“You do not want me to remove my outer layer?”
“OF COURSE NOT!” Elena yelled.
She continued struggling, trying to force his jacket back on.
But Carrion was built like a damn mountain.
No matter how much she pushed, he didn’t budge.
Then—
Her foot slipped on a book.
Her balance vanished.
She fell forward.
And both of them tumbled onto the floor.
THUD!
Elena landed directly on top of Carrion.
She froze.
Carrion stared blankly.
His jacket was half-off, her hands were gripping his shoulders, and to anyone walking in, it definitely looked like she had just tackled him and was in the process of taking his clothes off.
OH NO.
At that exact moment—
The door BURST OPEN.
“ELENA, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”
An old man with a long white beard stormed into the room, eyes blazing with power.
Then—
He saw the scene.
Elena on top of Carrion.
Carrion half-undressed.
Elena’s hands gripping his jacket.
A horrible silence filled the room.
The old man’s eyebrow twitched.
“…Elena.”
Elena, mortified beyond belief, could barely breathe.
“T-This isn’t what it looks like—!”
Carrion, not helping at all, simply tilted his head.
“I fail to understand why you humans react this way to physical contact,” he said plainly. “She was attempting to keep my jacket on me. I was not resisting.”
Elena whipped her head toward him.
“D-DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!”
The old man’s aura exploded.
“Elena, explain yourself,” he said, his voice shaking the entire mansion.
Elena frantically waved her hands.
“I-It’s a misunderstanding! H-He just followed me home and—!”
The old man’s eyes glowed with suspicion.
“He followed you home?”
Elena winced. “Y-Yeah…”
The old man’s gaze snapped to Carrion.
“…Who are you?”
Carrion, completely unfazed by the overwhelming pressure, simply nodded in greeting.
“I am Carrion.”
The old man’s brows furrowed.
“That’s not a name. That’s a species.”
Elena choked on air.
He knows.
The old man narrowed his eyes.
“Are you truly Carrion?”
Carrion nodded.
“I am.”
The old man’s entire body tensed.
He slowly turned to Elena.
“…Elena.”
Elena was already regretting her entire life.
“Y-Yes?”
The old man rubbed his temples.
“…You brought home an ancient, world-ending monster.”
Elena let out a weak laugh.
“…Oops?”
The old man let out the deepest sigh in history.
“Get off him. We’re having a family meeting.”
Elena groaned internally.
Her life was over.
Carrion, meanwhile, still had no idea what the big deal was.
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