Raizen couldn't believe his luck.
She was here.
The same girl from last night—the one who rode him like a goddess of lust in the neon-lit haze—was now sitting right behind him in class, radiating an icy elegance in that all-white outfit and garter stockings. His heart thumped, not from fear, but from excitement.
He didn't even get her name last night. For all he knew, she could've vanished like smoke in a dream—but now? She was here. In the same class. In the same school.
"If I play this right… I could turn her into a regular source of lust energy. Maybe even a full-on f*ck buddy."
"Best-case scenario."
Raizen was smirking like a devil.
But remembers something, but what if there was a catch.
A dangerous one.
What if she was ignoring him on purpose?
He closed his eyes, channeling a sliver of lust energy to awaken lingering fragments of Takumi's memories—if she was a student here, Takumi must've at least known her name.
Then it clicked.
Seo Yoori.
That name echoed like a cold breeze across his mind. Takumi's memories revealed everything in pieces: one of the most successful freshmen in the entire campus, already an executive member of the student council. And beyond that, she owned one of the fastest-growing fashion brands in the city.
This woman wasn't just rich—she was untouchable. Her aura made sense now. That potent lust he absorbed from her… it wasn't just from looks. It was from power, prestige, and suppressed desire.
"No wonder it was so delicious…"
As Raizen quietly marveled at her, he noticed Seo Yoori casually chatting with a group of girls behind him. He sharpened his hearing slightly using his remaining lust energy, adjusting his senses like tuning a radio dial.
The girls were giggling, blushing, whispering.
"Wait… they're talking about last night?"
Seo Yoori's voice was clear, cold, yet laced with frustrated confusion.
"I only remember kissing someone… but I can't remember his face at all."
The girls were excited to hear about it, specially from the ice queen herself who never flirted with any guys.
"Don't get excited, girls. I'm seriously pissed. I think someone took advantage of me."
The girls gasped, some covering their mouths.
"I mean it," she said, biting her lip. "If I find out who that asshole was last night, I swear… I'll ruin him."
Raizen froze.
Ruin him?!
"W-Wait, what?! I'm the asshole? No! She initiated everything! SHE was the one who climbed me like a jungle gym!"
"Damn it, she doesn't remember?!"
He broke into a cold sweat. This was bad—very bad. Getting tangled with a woman of her caliber was risky to begin with, but now she thought she had been assaulted?
He was screwed.
"I can't afford enemies right now… not her. Especially not with what I saw Xuē Liuyue do."
"This city's women are terrifying…"
Just then, Ryo finally finished copying his paper and slid back into his seat beside Raizen. His eyes lit up as he glanced over his shoulder and noticed the Ice Queen seated behind them.
Then just like a light bulb turning on, he finally remembered something he was about to ask Takumi.
He nudged Raizen's arm and whispered with a cheeky grin. "Master, you scored the Ice Queen?! Damn! I forgot to ask you about that!"
Raizen's eyes widened. He immediately shoved his hand over Ryo's mouth, gripping it tight as Ryo flailed in confusion.
"Shut up!" Raizen hissed, his tone deadly serious.
Raizen whispered the currently problem to him.
Ryo's muffled voice squeaked through his fingers. "She doesn't remember?! She thinks you assaulted her?!"
"Not. Another. Word."
Right at that moment, the professor walked in and slammed a folder on the table. The students immediately fell silent.
But Raizen?
He couldn't focus.
Because just one desk behind him was a ticking time bomb in a white latex skirt, and if he made even one wrong move—
Boom.