The High School’s Coach is a Super Demon Lord!?

The High School’s Coach is a Super Demon Lord!? (PPP Season 2 Special)

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Commissioned by Althero and Chaosbrain

Wordcount: 2000

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Physical education!

Due to the removal of both parents and the wilderness from the lives of children, the necessity arose for the wealthy elite to placate the masses’ concern of their children becoming uneducated, incapable, and unhealthy. 

Thus, in the curriculums of schools in developed nations, physical education became a necessity, as with it funded and provided to children, the masses cannot claim that the urban lifestyle enforced by society to push up the ruling elite is detrimental to physical health.

It is the choices of the people to not include what they were taught in their childhood into their twelve-hour workdays that makes them unhealthy with atrophied muscled.

But that is unimportant.

What matters is that Physical Education in school curriculums in Japan has provided humanity with a gift: 

Bloomers!

Otherwise known as the shortest of shorts, the bloomer is was the underwear of choice for Europeans, but through the minds and culture of Japanese became refined into sportswear for women. As time passed, and culture changed, they passed into history and their descedants became tracksuits and spats respectively… but in this anime, bloomers are naturally in play, and therefore any and all PE scenes are solely for fanservice for aging individuals who could only dream wistfully of their wasted youths!

Or… so was the case before the Demon Lord became the coach!

“These clothes are UTTERLY DETRIMENTAL to the act of TURNING THE HUMAN BODY INTO A PEERLESS SCULPTURE!” Muscle Demon Lord looked upon his new workplace’s assigned uniform for female Physical Education with contempt. The white t-shirt and bloomers combinations, accompanied by white sneakers, lay upon the principal’s table as the elderly, suited, and blading man who headed the school struggled to stay conscious. “This cotton shirt breathes poorly and grows slack and heavy with sweat! This legwear is the SAME. It provides INSUFFICIENT COVERAGE and GROWS HEAVY!” 

The towering, winged, and blue muscle Demon Lord didn’t even deign the white sneakers with a look. It had poor arch stabilization, was made poorly, and wouldn’t suffice for even basic cardio, let alone assist in TRUE EXERCISE. If footwear cannot provide ankle protection, or assist in squat by raising the heel, then it is merely foot decoration. 

Not footwear. 

“W-well, since I can’t fire you, nor can anyone hope to contest you, I suppose just letting you do what you want is paramount.” Being a logical, intelligent creature, the Headmaster of the school did not hesitate to simply give Coach Muscle Demon Lord what he wanted. If he were capable of saying no and arguing against a ten-foot-tall Demon Lord who can annihilate a building with a squat thrust, he wouldn’t be a high school principal for an all-girls school. He’d be an offbrand midboss who gets killed off by the real final boss. “What do you wish for the new uniform to be then, Coach Muscle Demon Lord-san?”

“Foolishness, human! I wish for nothing, when my glorious body and power can achieve all I my desires! After offering my services for a price, I have already purchased the new uniforms for the student body, and only required your permission to give them to my students!” With crossed arms, a triumphant roar, and a clench of his thighs, time and space tore itself apart to Muscle Demon Lord’s will and gloriously held up the new uniform for the school’s PE. “This school shall not want for uniforms for three decades, as I have provided the absolute apex of mankind’s athleticwear upon it! All shall look upon the SCULPTED FORMS of our STUDENTS and DESPAIR!”

The principal was unsure if the sudden bright glow emanating from the new uniform was magic or a trick of perception.

No.

Given how his toupee was burning, it was definitely magic.

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Trackpants and sportsbra is undoubtably the superior form of culture! 

While classic and retro have their place, in both form and function, modern synthetic material have overcome them completely! 

Not only do sportsbras provide lift, as well as do refuse to become waterlogged, they also showcase the superior fetish of abs. Simple, white shirts merely cling to the body. They cannot compare, as the sportsbra either suggests the hidden secrets of the well-endowed, or gild the bodies of the slender with contrast between either pale, or tanned skin, and tight, synthetic fabric.

Then, of course, there are trackpants. While bloomers are to be respected for admirably doing their duty, they are undoubtably a relic of the past, born into and held unto by a generation that has been repressed. In these trying times for the Japanese, trackpants are a far more sturdy, capable soldier in the struggle against declining birthrates. In their clingy, slick designs with areas which can breathe and areas which grip, their forms are purpose-built to showcase the feminine form! Length, tone, and curves one and all are aided and enhanced by trackpants, while only the booty is assisted by the relic of known as the bloomer.

Both are stark, immense improvements to both form and function over the past, while the new, arch-supporting, elevated heel shoes replacing the sneakers were providing function and form for the first time in terms of footwear.

However, that is enough of what they provide to the body and what they do to men.

Onto what makes them the preferred sportswear of women: comfort!

“Eh, coach, are you telling us you got this for us because it’s comfy?”

“Of course, how could you ever expect otherwise!? These clothes shall allow you to reach your absolute best, physical conditions. No one treads the path of gains without caring for themselves, without wearing comfortable clothes, and supporting their bodies!” With a grunt and a powerful side-chest form, Muscle Demon Lord spoke to his entire class. Bereft of shame before a gathered body of female students bearing midriffs and near-skintight clothing, the ten-foot tall Muscle Demon Lord switched his pose daringly into a Front Double Bicep. The clenching of his Biceps alone, not even considering his clenched abs and perfect shoulders, would’ve torn time and space, if not for his PERFECT CONTROL. “With these uniforms, you take your first step onto the truest, best path… the path of self betterment and physical perfection!”

While tomboys in athletic clothing is a superior fetish that rivals even the fabled, mythical absolute territory, Muscle Demon Lord’s intentions were UTTERLY PURE. It is only through sheer coincide that the clothes has purchased and given out to his students enhances the physical attractiveness of athletic tomboys a dozen times over. Indeed, it is only due to happenstance only that the all-girls school he now taught, filled with perfect anime creatures known as “JKs,” now have mandatory, practically-fetish clothing.

“Of course, I am aware of human conservativism in regards to their bodies! All your uniforms include a track jacket, which I permit you all to wear to cover yourselves! Do not fret… they will not impede the temperature-regulatory effects of your clothing.” Unfortunately for any perverts, Muscle Demon Lord also happened to be an individual against perversion. Despite being in a universe where his opponents were undressed and transformed before his eyes, and where one opponent is out to “ride him like a pony” he nonetheless strove to curtail the creation of as many doujins as possible. A true hero of the people and an enemy to perverts everywhere: Muscle Demon Lord. “I see that you many of you are wearing them already… and with that we shall begin our training, as we’ve wasted enough time already!”

Many of the class awaited a harsh training regimen composed for Demons, but instead Muscle Demon Lord pulled on red cap and a whistle.

“Today, we shall establish your baselines, and begin keeping track of your progress for your entire highschool career! Everyday henceforth, you will either improve on your abilities, or maintain them!” 

“Woah, that’s super reasonable!” The unnamed, faceless girl bearing her midriff to the world purely for fanservice spoke in surprise. She’s an onee-san type with red hair in a ponytail. However, since the roster was already filled for the PPP, her existence is entirely meaningless for the show. Thankfully, this isn’t the show, and it can be safely said that she’ll live a full, honest life, marry for love, and have many children and maintain her figure until her death. “What’ll be we setting ourselves up for, coach?”

“First, you shall all run half a kilometer, then we shall do bodyweight exercise, and finally retire to the gym where you shall all find your maximum weights for at least three regions in your body.” Muscle Demon Lord casually crushed the author’s plans to make this story completely crack, as he delivered proper advice on how to lift weights properly. The battle was rigged against the author’s favor, of course, since he couldn’t risk a lawsuit for providing incorrect information about how to properly work out. Muscle Demon Lord utilized the author’s fear of litigation gratuitously. “I will keep time for you all and keep track of your laps! Simply run at the pace you feel is your best… otherwise you will disservice yourselves, as this is solely for you!”

There are no more jokes to be made in this segment, so in the interest of time, we’ll move on. 

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The Final Boss of the Second Season lay in a hospital bed, wrapped in a cast, with both legs raised in the air and a neckbrace wrapped around her neck.

Muscle Demon Lord, now affectionally referred to as Coach, took a reinforced seat in the hospital room after placing a gift-basket of healthy, non-GMO fruits for his friend on the bedside. The nice nurses of the hospital will be cutting it and providing it to his friend later, after his visit ends, and will not be taking part in the gift basket. Not because they are afraid of either Demon Lord, but because Muscle Demon Lord has already provided the nurse station tending to his friend with their own gift basket, thus ensuring his friend will be taken care of. 

But back to his friend being broken.

“You trained the humans too well. I didn’t even get to monologue. My appearance was a basically a twelve-page beatdown on an eighteen-page weekly serial.”

Muscle Demon Lord considered his friend’s gripes for a second, while giving a whole banana bunch a thoughtful chew.

“You insulted their bodies, threatened to destroy the city, and killed a dog. In a shounen, one can easily say you deserve more than twelve pages. Maybe fifteen.” Muscle Demon Lord didn’t hesitate to toe the line between breaking the fourth wall and implying that he was some sort of closet otaku. One can only wonder which fate is worse for a character in a Mahou Shoujo anime. Nevermind, it’s definitely being an otaku. Carry on, Muscle Demon Lord-san. “It’s very fortunate that you’re alive, and weren’t eradicated from existence, isekai’d, or sealed away for ten million years.”

“Oi, one of those is options is completely different from the others.”

“In any case…”

“Don’t ignore the subject. Explain to the audience why you referenced Isekai, so suddenly!”

“…The PPP have trained themselves extensively to protect this world. Every Demon Lord that will come after us both will need to train and better themselves as well.”

“Explain the reference. Was that implying you’re an Otaku, or are you an Isekai character? This is the last episode of the season. Don’t make a new plot thread.”

“Every Demon Lord will have to tread the path of strenght, just like my students, and perhaps with all having to learn diligence, determination, and discipline in the path of gains, we will all step closer towards defeating the true evil that threatens both of our worlds.”

“At least confirm the next season right after this monologue! Ending this season like this, when you don’t have a third season lined up, is pure horsehit and you know it!”

“This is the beginning of a new path for Demons and Humans… if we do not destroy each other first.”

“Dammit—

Fade to black.

ED.

No Season 3 Confirmation.

Naturally, the fans hated it.