The Delinquent Student is the Savior of the World

In a dark room, Haruto slowly opened his eyes.

Yoruha stood beside him, slightly bowing, and said, "Master, this issue has been resolved."

"Thank you for your hard work, Yoruha."

Haruto stood up and couldn't help but stretch. Suddenly, a crackling sound like frying beans was heard.

Yoruha asked, "How does Master feel?"

Haruto opened the curtains, opened the window, inhaled the fresh air, then looked at his hands, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems some restraints have been lifted. I feel a bit uncomfortable, but I feel very at ease."

The only problem was that his senses had become sharper.

Here are some issues.

For example, the sound of air flowing due to a butterfly flapping its wings in the yard, the trickling of a river several hundred meters away, the splashing of fish jumping out of the water, or the whispers of two teenagers across the street.

This is a change in hearing.

Then there's vision and smell.

His vision was fine. He often used his superpower to enhance his sight, and he was actually used to that. However, his sense of smell, which suddenly became many times more sensitive, was truly unfriendly to him.

For instance, at this moment, someone was walking a dog several dozen meters away, and the dog had just produced a pile of steaming waste.

Indeed, his sense of smell was too acute and completely overwhelming!

Haruto didn't hesitate and immediately sealed his sense of smell. Even so, it was still much more sensitive than usual.

But now, he didn't have any superpower buffs.

Haruto looked at Yoruha. There was no strange smell at all on this girl's body, just a pleasant fragrance.

It felt amazing.

Seeing Haruto staring at her, Yoruha blinked and produced a cup of coffee: "Does Master want coffee?"

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After drinking coffee, looking into Yoruha's large, pure eyes staring at him without blinking, Haruto couldn't help but have a few questions in his mind.

"What's wrong?"

As he asked, Haruto unconsciously touched his face, ears, nose, and the top of his head.

All good.

No horns, no strange scales on his face, his nose hadn't grown longer or shorter, and his ears hadn't changed.

"Nothing's wrong."

Yoruha turned her face away, but after a moment, she turned back again without blinking.

Haruto slightly moved the corners of his mouth: "Don't look at me!"

"Oh~"

Yoruha replied, turning her face away and quietly glancing from the corner of her eye.

Haruto: "😐"

There must be something strange growing in him!

Haruto couldn't sit still and immediately went to the bathroom.

He turned on the light.

He looked in the mirror, and then his face darkened.

Not because he suddenly became handsome or because something strange appeared on his face; rather, he looked exactly the same as usual.

There was a slight change.

His hair had grown longer, but that was considered a normal change.

Other than that, there were no further changes.

Since nothing had changed, there was no need to keep staring here!

Haruto came out of the bathroom and said with a serious face: "Yoruha, come here!"

"Master, mhm~"

Yoruha tilted her head slightly and blinked her big eyes innocently: "Why did Master pinch me?"

Haruto raised his eyes: "Because I suddenly wanted to bother you, why not?"

Seeing that Yoruha didn't resist but just stared at him without blinking, Haruto sighed, then asked: "Honestly, why do you always stare at me?"

"I don't know, I just want to keep looking at Master." Yoruha answered honestly.

Haruto pinched the nose of the doll-like girl and said in a somewhat affectionate tone: "Then keep watching!"

"Mm."

Haruto was just about to turn around, planning to take a shower and change clothes, but at that moment, Yoruha reached out and took his clothes.

"What's wrong?"

For some reason, Haruto always felt something different every night.

Yoruha lifted her head slightly and said with a serious expression: "Master forgot the reward."

"Huh?"

Haruto showed surprise.

Yoruha looked at him without blinking and said again: "Master, I want a reward."

Haruto didn't mishear; this doll-like girl actually knew she would be given a reward!

However, giving rewards was also a very normal thing. Moreover, Yoruha had done very well this time, and it was all thanks to her.

Haruto already knew what was happening in this world.

Although Sobu High School was destroyed and several people died, it was only a few people, and they were all unknown.

However, Haruto didn't know that even those who died were actually intentional.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't blame Yoruha.

Haruto didn't think much and immediately agreed: "I understand, what reward does Yoruha want?"

Yoruha thought for a moment: "Is there anything I can do?"

"You're overthinking it."

Haruto said without hesitation: "Do you want to set a trap for your Master?"

Yoruha blinked, then said with a serious expression: "Master, is this okay?"

Haruto raised his eyes. A request like "anything is allowed." As long as he wasn't foolish, he couldn't agree to it.

If it were someone else, he would reject it without hesitation!

"Come and listen."

Seeing that he agreed, Yoruha said seriously: "Yoruha is a maid, and it's only natural to serve Master. If not, Yoruha wouldn't need to exist."

"Therefore, Master cannot refuse Yoruha's service from now on."

Haruto's eyes softened and he said: "This is not a reward; the reward is counted separately."

"But, I don't want anything else."

"Try again."

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Seeing Yoruha staring at him with a blank look, Haruto stepped forward and skillfully embraced her slim and soft waist.

Suddenly, the pleasant fragrance on Yoruha's body became stronger.

"Master?"

"Close your eyes."

"Hmm~"

Yoruha felt a premonition of something, then obediently closed her eyes.

The next moment, Haruto lowered his head and helped Yoruha recharge.

Initially, he planned to take a shower and then return, but since Yoruha took the initiative to ask for a reward, and he didn't know what reward she wanted.

So this was considered a reward?

The first day and two minutes of being human began with oppressing his own maid.