Beautiful Widow Landlord...

"This is coercion through violence! I'm going to call the police." Chiaki acted as if she were resisting him.

"Heh heh, resistance is futile." Seiji pretended to be some evil antagonist. Although he wanted to make a pose as well, he couldn't because his hands were carrying the shopping bag filled with what he had just purchased. "In this demon king's domain, nobody can save you! So give up on your useless resistance and obey your king!"

Chiaki giggled at this. "It seems mismatched for you to say something like that while carrying a shopping bag in your hands."

"I think so as well. How about you help me carry this for a moment, while I make a pose and say it again?"

"You actually want a soft and weak flowery girl like me to carry something heavy? You're so terrible!"

"Terrible? Please." Seiji looked directly at her face. "Alright, I'll stop joking around now. Let's be serious here: just what exactly happened?"