Raizen leaned forward with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked on Ryo. His expression was intense—like a mafia boss interrogating a traitor.
"So you're telling me," Raizen said slowly, eyes narrowing, "people here train their bodies through cultivation… and they awaken unique bloodline abilities?"
He leaned back slightly, lips twitching into a thoughtful smirk.
"Well damn. If this world's already halfway to magic," he muttered, "then I might not need to hold back after all."
A glint sparked in his eyes.
He was interested now. Really interested.
Ryo scratched his head, puzzled. "Uh… that's kinda just common knowledge, Master."
Raizen clicked his tongue. "Well, I did get smashed in the head earlier, remember?"
He gave a theatrical sigh. "She hit me so hard I forgot half my damn memories."
"Oh… right…"
Ryo's expression turned tragic—like a puppy watching its owner get kicked down the stairs. "I'm really sorry she did that to you, Master. That must've been… traumatic…"
Raizen gave a solemn, stiff nod.
"…Tragic indeed."
On the outside, he looked like a victim of heartbreak and head trauma.
Inside?
He was rolling his eyes.
Please…
Of course it was a lie.
But hey—an Incubus without his powers had to work with what he had.
And right now? This kid was like soft dough—easy to shape, easier to bake.
"So," Raizen said, folding his arms. "Explain the city. Everything."
Ryo took a deep breath, like he was about to narrate a fantasy epic.
"Alright. We're in Zephyr City. The whole place is basically one massive academic bubble. It's home to six of the top universities on the East Continent—and together, they practically own the city. Over 90% of the population here are students."
Raizen blinked. "…You're telling me this entire city is student-run?"
"Pretty much. The Big Six control about eighty percent of the businesses—banks, cafés, salons, even corporate chains. The rest of the smaller universities power the workforce. They're still considered 'young prodigies,' just… not elite."
"Students from the Big Six? We're a big deal. Most live in luxury towers and get treated like future nobles. The city's literally built to raise the next generation of CEOs, politicians, and magical elites."
Raizen's brows twitched.
"So this place is just a fancy cage full of overachieving brats and wannabe emperors, huh…"
He folded his arms and leaned back. "Which one am I in again?"
Ryo straightened with pride. "We're at Zephyr Institute of Arts. One of the Big Six. Named after the city itself. It's famous for producing the most versatile elites in the nation—actors, models, investors, architects… sometimes even politicians. It's the all-rounder school. Rich, flashy, and brutal to get into. Tuition alone could buy you a car, but the real killer is the entrance exam. It crushes rich kids' dreams every year."
Raizen blinked.
"Wait… what the hell was this body thinking?"
His eye twitched.
"So he threw away a fortune just to get into some flashy power school… and then what? Gave up halfway and rotted in a trash heap apartment?"
He clenched his jaw.
"Unbelievable. This idiot set himself on fire just to prove he wasn't made of ice."
And that's not even the juiciest part," Ryo added, grinning. "Zephyr got flooded with campus beauties this year. I'm serious—it's like every top-tier girl in the country enrolled all at once. It's total chaos. Guys are going feral."
Raizen paused mid-thought. His smirk deepened.
"…So that's what this was about."
He shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"You sly dog, Takumi. You didn't come here to study…"
His grin widened.
"…You came for the bitches."
He laughed inwardly, genuinely entertained for the first time in days.
At first, he'd looked down on this pathetic host body.
Now?
He was starting to respect the bastard.
"But… there's a problem."
Ryo's voice turned serious.
Raizen's brow lifted. "What kind of problem?"
Ryo scratched his cheek, hesitant.
"Uh… you kinda already have a history on campus."
Raizen narrowed his eyes. "What kind of history?"
"You… confessed to one of the Campus Princesses."
Raizen waited.
"She rejected you. Publicly. Brutally. And then—uh—she made you her personal errand boy."
Ryo cringed. "You carried her bags. Followed her around. People started calling you her… walking trash can."
Raizen's eyes widened.
A flash of memory slammed into him—
The laughter.
The mockery.
That unbearable feeling of being beneath everyone.
His fists clenched.
"I'm not… anyone's slave."
Sensing the shift in energy, Ryo panicked.
"B-but Master! That's what I admire about you! You tanked all that and kept going! You give guys like me hope! You're like… the symbol of perseverance!"
Raizen didn't even blink.
He took a deep breath… and then slowly exhaled.
A dark smirk tugged at his lips.
"…Don't worry, Takumi," he said softly.
"I'll show them what we've got."
He gazed at the cracked ceiling, eyes burning.
"I'm gonna fuck them all."
"Eh?" Ryo blinked. "What did you say, Master?"
Raizen turned to him, dead serious.
"I said… is there a strip club in this city?"
"A… A what?!"
"You heard me."
"W-Well… yeah, I think so. It's in the elite district. Crazy expensive though."
Raizen's grin turned wicked.
"Take me there."
"Yes, Master!" Ryo saluted like a loyal minion.
They climbed into Ryo's car—sleek, foreign, way too luxurious for someone living in a rundown apartment.
Raizen leaned back, arms folded behind his head.
This city might be overflowing with overachieving little brats…
But he was a different breed altogether.
And now?
He has a free pass to enter the lion's den—where the most dangerous beauties gathered.
The harder they are to get, the more energy they provide — and the tastier they become.
Armed with nothing but his mighty penis and a half-brained disciple who believed he was the second coming of the messiah,
Raizen Kuronaga was off—
to begin his first step in conquering every beauty this city had to offer.
He glanced down at his crotch and chuckled, "Patience, junior… the finest flower's just around the corner."