To Hell With It! or Love Is Not Provided for in the Contract

Carelessness played a cruel joke on me. I managed to lose my own soul. Or rather, someone stole it from me. All right— as the Higher Devil says, “they took it out on rent.” Under the contract, I’m obliged to work off the debt for a month as his personal assistant. Nothing like what you’re thinking. It’s just that the gloomy boss loves cleanliness. I need to get my soul back as soon as possible before the demon starts claiming other parts of my body. But here’s the catch: the contract has a tricky clause. Any refusal—and the term of my domestic servitude increases twofold.