Raizen woke up feeling like a king.
The energy he absorbed last night was abundant — not powerful, but pure enough to kickstart the process. For the first time since arriving in this world, his body felt alive.
After a quick shower, he stood in front of the mirror, inspecting himself with a smirk.
He was changing.
At first, he looked like a walking corpse — cheap hoodie, awkward frame, eyes with no light. Then, after a few days of cultivation, he looked… decent. But now?
Now he was above decent.
His jawline was more defined. His skin, smooth and even radiant under the fluorescent lights. His eyes looked less dead, even the whites were clearer. His once-crooked teeth? Straight and gleaming like he just came out of a dental clinic.
His body still needed work, but even the definition on his abs had started showing.
And down below…
He glanced down. His dick had grown longer, thicker — visibly pulsing with low-tier demonic energy.
"Now that's an incubus weapon," he muttered proudly.
He wasn't fully recovered, but he was getting there. The road to becoming the apex predator of lust was long, but he was on the right path.
A knock came from the door. "Master, let's go or we'll be late!" Ryo called.
Raizen threw on a fresh T-shirt and a bomber jacket. As he stepped out, Ryo blinked twice.
"Wha—what the hell?! What kind of potions are you drinking? You look better than me now!"
Raizen smirked. "Pussy juice, Ryo. Straight from the tap."
Ryo choked, turning red in the face. "M-master!!"
Raizen cackled. "You wanna look like me? Keep following me. Someday you'll get your hands on the golden liquor."
Ryo gave a loyal nod, eyes burning with cult-like admiration. "Yes, Master."
They drove to class, the air between them light but energetic. Raizen felt different. Alive. Stronger. His steps even had a subtle swagger now.
But Ryo, halfway through the trip, looked like he was struggling to remember something. He scratched his head and frowned.
"Something wrong?" Raizen asked, looking over.
"I… I think I forgot something really important to ask you…"
"By the time they reached their room, an actual question hit Raizen—hard."
The classroom was in chaos.
People were huddled in groups, frantically writing on papers, copying from each other like it was a last-minute group cram session.
Raizen furrowed his brows. "What the hell's going on?"
Ryo's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no! The assignment! Professor said if we don't submit it today, we're automatically dropped!"
"WHAT?!"
Raizen grabbed him by the collar. "You didn't tell me this earlier?! I can't afford to get kicked out—I need my student ID for housing!"
"I-I forgot! I'm sorry, Master!" Ryo wailed, collapsing to his knees like a betrayed servant in a drama.
"Do you at least have a copy we can submit?!"
"I… also forgot to do it…"
Raizen froze. His jaw slowly dropped in disbelief.
"Ryo!!!"
They both dove into the stampede of students, trying to squeeze their way into the circle of shared answers. It was like a human mosh pit — people elbowing, stepping over each other to get a glance at the cheat sheet.
They got pushed back again and again. The answers were there, but the sheer competition was too much.
"Damn it… I can't even read the damn thing…"
Raizen's eyes scanned the room, desperate.
Then—there.
Seo Yuna.
She was waving at him sweetly from her seat. Her long ash blonde hair shimmered under the lights, held back by her signature silver side pin. Her innocent smile made her look like a pop idol waving to fans.
Next to her sat Fujikawa Sayaka, arms crossed and glasses glinting like a villain.
Raizen pointed to his blank paper and gave a puppy-eyed expression.
Seo Yuna giggled, then lifted her paper high — fully answered — and waved it invitingly.
Raizen sprinted over like a kid offered free candy.
As he copied, Ryo leaned over his shoulder, mooching answers as well.
Sayaka leaned toward Yuna, clearly annoyed. "Why do you keep helping that weirdo?"
Yuna smiled sweetly. "Because it's the right thing to do. Everyone deserves help."
Sayaka rolled her eyes like she was about to gag, but eventually cracked a smile. "Haaah… you really are too kind, you know that?"
Yuna's outfit today was a modest pastel pink dress, embroidered with white lace, giving her the soft, innocent aura of a fairy-tale heroine.
Sayaka, by contrast, wore an oversized long-sleeve top that slipped off one shoulder, exposing her smooth skin. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun, and her thin glasses framed her sharp eyes, giving her the unmistakable aura of a sultry librarian with a hidden mean streak.
Then—
The door opened.
And the atmosphere shifted.
Heels clicked against the floor.
Every male in the room instinctively turned to look — and froze.
White.
From top to bottom.
Today, she wore an oversized white blazer, draped loosely over her shoulders like a cape — not worn properly, just hanging. Beneath it, a silk camisole in snowy white, the kind that clung to her body with effortless elegance and exposed just a peek of lacy bralette underneath when she moved.
Her bottoms were sharp — high-waisted tailored white trousers with clean pleats and a silver belt cinched at her narrow waist.
White platform loafers, pristine, with silver buckles — louder with every step across the floor, announcing her presence like gunshots in a chapel.
Her nails? Icy lavender tips.
Her lips? Glossed, soft pink. Like they hadn't whispered wicked things into his mouth hours ago.
And her hair — that hair — was tied, high and tight, a single strand loose and intentional.
"Good morning," she said, her smile professional — almost too perfect. Like she was greeting fellow executives.
Every guy's jaw was either hanging open or clenched in disbelief. She was that level of woman.
She walked past the rows of students… and sat directly behind Raizen.
His heart stopped.
No…
It couldn't be.
That smile.
That face.
That body.
His jaw tightened.
She was the girl from last night.
The girl who slammed her head on the bar, laughed at his dumb jokes… and pulled him in for a drunken kiss.
But something's strange, did she just ignored him? Or just didn't see him.
"She was Seo Yoori?"