The sky over Zephyr City's richest district was so clean it sparkled — unlike the other parts of the city, which smelled like cheap perfume and student desperation. Marble sidewalks, floating ad displays, limousines humming silently past.
And now, standing awkwardly in the middle of it all, was Raizen… still looking like a half-dried corpse wearing last week's laundry.
Beside him, Ryo fidgeted like a nervous intern.
He had enough money to get into one of the Big Six — already a privilege reserved for the top 5% of students in the continent.
But this district?
It was home to the top 1% of that 5%.
The true elites — heirs, prodigies, and untouchables..
the passersby — clad in glittering coats and smart-tech heels — gave them a wide smug look.
This was the kind of place where breathing wrong might cost you rent.
And ahead of them?
A giant obsidian building glowing with neon violet letters:
"CLUB APHRODITE: Only the Desired May Enter."
Raizen let out a low whistle.
"Damn… this place's bigger than all the Demon Kings' palaces combined."
The sleek towers. The neon signs that shimmered like enchantments. Even the damn air smelled expensive — like rose oil and high society.
Beside him, Ryo was sweating bullets.
"U-Uh, Master… I don't know if this is a good idea."
He tugged at his collar like a man walking into his own funeral.
"I heard they only let in customers the girls agree to… y'know… actually 'service.'"
He glanced at Raizen — top to bottom. Dirty sneakers. Washed-out hoodie. Hair like a thundercloud.
"…And, uh. You might not be their type."
Raizen cracked his neck. "Tch. Who needs service? I'm here for something else."
They approached the entrance, where a massive bouncer in all black stood guard — muscles like boulders, thick beard, sunglasses at night. The kind of guy who looked like he could bench press a limousine and then lecture you on protein timing. He had to be a senior from one of the Big Six.
"Tickets," the man growled, voice like a rusted chainsaw.
Ryo pointed nervously toward the booth. "M-Master, we need to—"
Raizen was already there.
And immediately regretting it.
He stared at the screen.
50,000 Jadies.
One Entry.
No Guarantee of Service.
No Refunds.
He recoiled like he'd seen a ghost. "What in the twelve hells?!"
Fifty thousand — just to enter?
He turned toward Ryo. "How much do you have?"
"M-Me?!" Ryo's face turned pale. "M-Master, even I don't have money to waste on fake tits and disappointment!"
Raizen gave him a long look… then smiled. "This is your first test, Ryo. Show me your loyalty."
"My what?! M-Master, can't you just go in alone?!"
"I can. But that's not what I'm asking." Raizen extended his hand like a king expecting tribute. "Treat this as your tuition. The price you pay for learning from the great Raizen Kuronaga."
"Who?" Asked by Ryo.
Raizen replied "ahem-nothing"
Ryo stared. Raizen looked serious—dead serious.
"Trust me Ryo"
And for once… his words felt heavy.
He gulped. "I… I believe you, Master."
He handed over his student credit card, already shaking.
Raizen patted his head like a proud father.
"Good disciple."
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Once inside, it was like stepping into another dimension.
Silk walls. Rose petals on glass floors. Erotic jazz music laced with subliminal moans. The air was thick with perfume and pheromones. Beautiful women danced in glowing cages, watched by sharp-suited elites sipping thousand-jadie cocktails.
And then… Raizen walked in.
Looking like a wet homeless man who stumbled in from a dumpster fire.
Every eye turned.
Every brow twitched.
Every whisper exploded.
"Who let that in?"
"Security glitch?"
"Is this a prank show?"
None of the dancers even bothered approaching. They kept their distance like he was carrying an STD made of radiation.
Raizen, unbothered, walked straight through the velvet corridors.
His eyes locked on a glowing door: Men's Comfort Room.
Perfect.
He entered, locked himself in the last stall, and climbed onto the toilet bowl like he was preparing for ascension.
"Alright," he muttered. "Time to work."
He sat cross-legged in a cultivation stance. His expression turned cold.
He focused. Eyes closed. Breath slow.
All around him, lust energy swirled—vibrations of hunger, moaning, soft grunts from behind the walls.
It was like being submerged in liquid sin.
He began drawing in the essence.
Slowly, dark mist leaked from his pores—his corrupted incubus energy reacting. It was little, but potent.
"Still too little," he muttered. "But enough to temper this human body…"
His skin color began changing—no longer sickly. His cheekbones filled in. His body regained some weak muscles back and he no longer looks like a stick. Even his hair stopped looking like a mop that lost a fight, it's now a long shiny healthy looking hair that covers his face.
He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"…Actually," he smirked. "Not bad."
His face looks normal now, although not yet as appealing as he wants to be, it's decent enough.
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When he walked out of the restroom, the atmosphere changed.
The whispers stopped.
Even the waitresses paused. "Wait… is that the same guy?"
He didn't look rich, but he didn't look homeless anymore. He looked… strangely confident. Unapologetic. And under the poor fashion, there was something unnerving about his eyes.
Ryo's jaw dropped. "M-Master?! What happened?! You look—decent now?!"
Raizen grinned and being straight forward he said. "Sat on a toilet and cultivated."
Ryo snapped. "MASTER, YOU COULD HAVE DONE THAT AT HOME!"
"No," Raizen said seriously. "The energy here is more potent the closer I get to the source. This place is soaked in lust. I needed to be in it."
Ryo's ears perked up at the word. "Lust?"
Raizen grinned. "Yup. That's my unique bloodline power—I cultivate lust."
He puffed his chest with pride, laughing as if he'd just revealed a national treasure.
Then, unexpectedly, he bowed slightly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I'm not someone who bows easily… Thank you for trusting me but for both our sakes, I need your continued trust moving forward."
Ryo blinked. "You… You bowed to me?"
Something cracked open in his chest. It wasn't just admiration now—it was faith.
"I trust you, Master."
"Good." Raizen clapped him on the shoulder. "Now, onto our next mission."
"Huh?"
"Buy me clothes. And a haircut. You're officially funding your second-semester tuition."
"MASTEEEEERRRR!!"
Raizen broke into laughter, loud and unrestrained.
Zephyr City had no idea what was coming.
A new demon was about to walk its golden streets.