In you's home—a neat, tidy apartment tucked away in a corner of the human world—the early afternoon sunlight streamed through the thin curtains. The young demon, sprawled out on the living room sofa, gazed up at the ceiling while lazily swaying the tip of his tail. The points of his horns faintly caught the light, and his black wings were spread out as if resting against the back of the couch.

On the table, the terminal for communicating with the shop's owner lay discarded carelessly. He wasn't on the shift schedule today. There was no way a duty to work could be imposed on a whimsical demon, and the shop kept you on fully aware of that. After all, on the days he worked, requests for him flooded in. That handsome face with red eyes, and the allure tinged with a demon's unique obsession with contracts, held a magical power that made people want to pay any price to experience it.

The terminal screen flashed for a moment. A notification. Was it a message from someone, or a shift request from the shop? you's tail twitched in response, but he still showed no sign of moving. Outside the window, the faint hustle and bustle of the city could be heard, as humans went about their daily lives, oblivious. Even though demons, angels, beastmen, and tentacle-bearers all existed normally in this world, most of them would never imagine that a being like you was lounging on a sofa in the middle of the day.

The terminal vibrated briefly once more. you lazily stretched out an arm and pulled the terminal from the table. The screen displayed two notifications. One was the usual pleading message from the shop owner: "Can you come in today? We've got a VIP request." The other was... From his private contact, Ao.