Ryo clutched his half-empty glass, eyes narrowing through the dim haze of the bar's neon glow.
He had been observing Raizen from across the lounge for a while now, hiding behind a tall glass of cola like a spy in a low-budget soap drama.
Raizen was seated on the bar counter, chatting with a girl in a tight, latex skirt and a backless white crop top. Her sleek black hair curled just under her chin, lips painted a deep red. Elegant. Cold. She looked way out of their league.
Ryo's brow furrowed.
"No way she's into him…"
He watched Raizen nod along to something, then scratch the back of his neck awkwardly — classic sign of surrender.
Ryo winced.
"Ah… another fail… Can we really not get a single girl?" he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of doubt. Maybe loser's like them really cant get girls like her.
But just as he resigned himself to another night of watching his "master" crash and burn, the girl suddenly leaned in, laughing softly. Her fingers brushed Raizen's cheek, then lifted his chin toward her—
Ryo froze.
"Wait… That face… That girl…"
His professional perverted eyes squinted into the dim lighting, trying to confirm what he was seeing. The lights were low, but he was sure.
"That's the Ice Queen from accounting class!" he gasped, nearly saying her name aloud before slapping a hand over his mouth.
And then — it happened.
Her lips pressed against Raizen's.
Soft. Slow. Lingering.
Ryo's heart stopped. His soul left his body.
"What the—?!"
In his head, he screamed.
"This man is the second coming of the Messiah!"
In a flash, he whipped out his notebook. The pages flapped from how violently he opened it. His hand gripped his pen like a weapon. What followed could only be described as divine inspiration.
"NOTES TO GET GIRLS – MASTER'S SECRETS"
His pen moved so fast the tip began to smoke. Paper threatened to ignite. His notes looked more serious than the final exam on tax accounting.
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Back at Raizen's POV
The bar's low lights flickered over his skin, masking the heated scene unfolding in the shadows.
Nobody around paid attention. In a place like this, two people locked in a kiss was as normal as beer foam and cheap pick-up lines.
But for Raizen — this was different.
The woman's lips were full, velvety, and intoxicating, like the taste of forbidden wine after a thousand years in Hell. Her lipstick smeared slightly across his own mouth, her breath hot and fast.
His fingers slowly moved along her thighs under the bar countrr — latex smoothness giving way to the warm, supple skin underneath. She gasped softly into his mouth, grabbing his wrist. But instead of stopping him, she simply guided his hand further in.
His heart beat faster — or maybe it was Takumi's body reacting.
Her thigh's shifted, subtly grinding against him. His other hand wrapped around her narrow waist, pulling her in closer. She tasted like lust and defiance, like a girl who wore purity on the outside but wrapped sin beneath her skirt.
He was so close to her flower — her thighs trembling under his fingers.
just as he was about to slip beneath the final barrier, she pulled back, lips parted, cheeks flushed red.
"Not here…" she whispered, breath hitching, eyes heavy with need.
Raizen paused. She was right.
Barely able to contain his own arousal — both physical and spiritual — he nodded. The energy he was drawing from her was thick and heady, buzzing like electricity under his skin. It wasn't just lust; it was something deeper, something dangerously addictive.
He thought to himself, I guess this is where it will stop. Giving a deeply disappointed look.
But instead of her leaving.
She grabbed his wrist and led him toward the restroom, stumbling slightly from the alcohol.
They slipped into the farthest cubicle — cramped, stained white tiles, the air thick with humidity and sin. One cracked mirror above the sink outside. One toilet. One door that creaked ominously as it locked.
She turned to him, eyes glimmering under the dull yellow light, and pushed him down onto the closed toilet seat. Her legs straddled him, her skirt riding up higher, almost exposing the soft curve of her ass.
Her hands clumsily tied her messy hair back, leaving her nape exposed — Raizen's eyes lingered. Then she leaned forward again, lips crashing into his.
Their tongues danced — messy, wet, desperate. Her moans vibrated into his mouth as his hands slid up under her skirt again.
This time, he didn't stop.
His palms cupped the soft flesh of her ass — bare, warm, only a thin strap of white silk between his fingers and her skin. Her panties clung tight against her soaked core. His fingers slipped underneath, spreading her cheeks and squeezing them rhythmically.
She whimpered into his mouth, clutching his shoulders as her body rocked against his growing bulge. She could feel the hard rod pressing against her, hot and eager beneath his pants.
She pulled her face away slightly, but her arms tightened around him.
Raizen could feel her breath—hot and heavy—ghosting against the side of his face, each exhale laced with rising desire.
She turned to face him again, fingers fumbling at his collar. With a lazy, drunken grin, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the silver chain glinting around his neck.
Her eyes locked onto it—then him.
Without a word, she curled her fingers around the chain and gave it a gentle tug, pulling his face closer.
Their lips met once more—this time deeper, slower, and filled with heat.
But just as he started fumbling with his belt, she turned her head away, breath trembling.
"I… I'm still a virgin," she murmured.
Raizen paused.
For a moment, the demon inside him sneered — so close, and yet.
But Takumi's emotions flared inside, like a leash pulling the incubus back.
He smiled gently, eyes softening for once.
"Then… let me help you," he whispered.
They changed positions. She sat down on the toilet lid now, legs parted slightly, skirt bunched up.
He knelt between her knees.
Even from a distance, the sweet scent of her flower filled the cubicle — honey and heat. Her black panties were soaked, the fabric glistening.
Her eyes darted away, cheeks flushed, one hand covering her mouth in embarrassment.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly slid the damp fabric down her thighs, revealing her pink folds — slick, trembling, dripping.
She gasped as the cold air met her heat.
Raizen leaned in.
The first touch of his tongue made her body jerk.
A high-pitched moan escaped her lips — she slapped both hands over her mouth.
He didn't stop. He licked, slow at first — long strokes, teasing the edges, savoring every drop.
Then faster.
Her legs trembled. Her body quivered.
Her voice broke out in stifled whimpers, the sound of wet lapping echoing quietly in the cramped space. Her hands clutched his hair, tugging, trying to push him away — but not really.
Then—
The bathroom door opened.
Two girls' voices drifted in, laughing, chatting casually.
Her eyes widened in panic.
She tried to squeeze her legs together. Tried to push Raizen's head back.
He looked up — and grinned.
The thrill made her wetter.
She whimpered behind her hands, body shaking as she tried desperately not to moan out loud.
Raizen was also a little bit panicked, but the lust energy just became more potent, the thrill and excitement made it more stronger.
Raizen's tongue moved faster.
Raizen pushed his tongue inside her cave.
Her breath hitched. Her eyes rolled then crossed. Her breathing becoming more heavier and out of control.
Her thighs clenched his head like a vice.
She was trying to hold back her climax.
When the door finally closed again and the footsteps faded, her body gave out.
She came.
Hard.
Her legs spasmed, toes curling. Her whole body trembled as the climax hit—sharp, uncontrollable.
Head tilted back, lips parted, she gasped for air, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
A burst of hot liquid squirted across Raizen's mouth and chin.
Her back arched. A strangled moan slipped through her fingers.
Raizen closed his eyes and drank deeply, licking his own lips from the liquid she provided.
Lust energy flooded in. Warm. Addictive. Dangerous.
This energy was different—raw, overwhelming.
The most potent lust he had absorbed yet. It flooded his core like fire, scorching through his veins, reigniting instincts long dormant.
This was pure desire. Untamed. Unfiltered.
His own arousal throbbed painfully. He wanted her. Needed her. More, he wants more.
He stood, unbuckling his belt, her dick is already out facing her-
But as he looked down, he realized…
She was unconscious.
Her face rested against the cubicle wall, lips slightly parted, eyes closed. The pleasure — mixed with alcohol — had knocked her out cold.
He froze.
Even with lust boiling in his veins… he couldn't do it. He asked himself "why?…"
He tightened his fists.
His demonic instincts screamed, "Take her. She's yours."
But Takumi's emotions surged — shame, guilt, something… human.
Even with all those lust energy to shackle Takumi's emotions, he still felt Takumi's personality and morals controlling him.
He gave up, it's not worth fighting Takumi's emotions, he would only make it harder for himself.
"Besides an unconscious woman couldn't provide me with proper lust energy — not like this"
"Shit… I went too far," he muttered under his breath. Regret settled on his shoulders like cold mist. He hadn't meant to push her that hard — just stir her desire, not overwhelm her.
He sighed, then gently cleaned her up. Dressed her properly. Adjusted his own clothes with care.
Kneeling beside her, he brushed the strands of hair off her face. Her lips were still slightly parted, cheeks flushed, breath soft and steady.
"She still looks beautiful… even like this," Raizen whispered.
He lingered there for a moment, eyes fixed on her peaceful face.
Something else stirred in him — something dangerously human. But this couldn't be from him… could it?
He frowned. No — this was Takumi's body. These emotions… they had to be his.
An incubus doesn't feel things like this. Not him.
Then, quietly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her out, laying her down on a nearby lounge couch, then walked away.
He walked toward the exit — and spotted Ryo pacing near the door.
"There you are!" Ryo ran up, wide-eyed. "Where did you go?! You disappeared after… you know… that!"
Raizen commented "how did you even lost us?"
"Well i was busy writing notes"
"So what happened?" Ryo asked like a kid.
Raizen smirked and blinked slowly, a quiet signal: Mission complete.
Ryo's hands trembled as he pulled out his notebook again.
But before he could say more, a loud beeping came from his phone.
"Shit!" Ryo slapped his forehead. "I'm gonna be late! I still need to submit that damn assignment!"
"Go," Raizen said, waving him off. "I'll catch up later."
Ryo gave him a thumbs up and dashed away.
Raizen sat again at the bar counter, he had a good view of the woman he left.
A few girls across the bar noticed her and hurried over. Raizen didn't move — just seat there in the shadows.
He closed his eyes and tapped into his lust energy, amplifying his hearing.
"She was here all along? Ahh, we were so worried," one of the girls said, gently shaking her shoulder.
"Damn… she really passed out."
"Someone call her a ride," another muttered.
Raizen exhaled and turned away.
Raizen lingered near the entrance for a while, glancing back toward the lounge.
He still didn't understand why he waited.
This wasn't him.
He was Raizen Kuronaga.
A demon from Hell.
He didn't wait for women to be safe. He didn't hold back.
But right now…
He did.
And it scared him more than he wanted to admit.
Then it hit him.
"Wait— I didn't even ask her name?!"