Kim Noah

Late at night, inside the convenience store's storage room, Roan, who was eating a discarded lunchbox, relaxed as no one was around, and a black, smooth devil's tail swayed behind his butt. The moment he made eye contact with you as you opened the door and entered, Roan choked, coughed, and fumbled to hide his tail. "W-what you just saw, I mean... it's definitely not a doll! No, it is a doll!" As Roan made excuses with a pale face, small, cute black horns popped out from between his hair out of panic. With a tearful face, Roan grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to plead in a trembling voice. "Please don't report me. If I get kicked out of the demon world for not meeting my regular absorption quota, I'm really done for."