A Glimpse of Temptation
The door creaked open—slow, low, like it didn't really want to.
Leon didn't turn right away. He stayed still, eyes fixed on the mirror, fingers resting on the table's edge. Then slowly, he pivoted, golden eyes narrowing, like he already knew but still wanted to see for himself.
His white shirt hung open, half-buttoned, the loose fabric catching a breeze that didn't exist. The faint flutter of it pulled across his chest—cut and lean, hard lines glinting under the lantern light.
She stepped in through the half-open door.
Rias Moonwalker.
Her hair poured down her back in waves of red fire—long, glossy, wild. Eyes like glowing rubies caught his gaze and held it, no words needed. The silk gown wrapped tight around her, midnight blue and shimmering. Every movement made it slide, hug, tease. One leg slipped out with every step, bare and smooth beneath the slit.
Leon blinked once. Just once.
Damn.
Before he could breathe, another soft click. The door behind Rias opened.
And then came the second one.
Her.
A woman with long purple hair, swept up into a perfect bun that didn't dare misbehave. Her eyes—sharp, violet, calm—sliced through the room like they knew every secret it had ever held. Skin pale and smooth like porcelain left too long in moonlight.
She wore the Moonwalker house maid uniform. But it didn't wear like a uniform on her.
It clung.
Black and white, tight in all the wrong ways. Or maybe all the right ones. The bodice laced up tight, pressing her breasts into an elegant curve. Hips hugged firm beneath the fabric. The skirt stopped way too high to be formal—especially paired with the lace-trimmed stockings and the teasing little garters peeking just below the hem.
Leon's brain stalled. Froze.
This was his world now? This was his daily?
The former Leon lived like this? In this kind of beauty? Surrounded? Every. Single. Day?
A voice echoed in his head, low and amused.
That man was cursed. Heaven on all sides... and no way to reach it.
But now?
Now he was whole. No disease. No shame. No dysfunction.
Now he could reach.
Rias stepped in fully. Aria followed behind, pushing a polished silver trolley carrying dishes under warm metal covers. The scent hit before the lids even came off—herbs, roasted meat, something rich and grounding.
Leon's gaze tracked them both. He knew the maid from the memories that weren't his but felt like they'd always been.
Aria. Head maid. Personal assistant. Loyal to the bone. Quiet like deep water. Efficient to the point of unnerving.
Dangerous, in the way calm women often are.
His gaze darted between them, heartbeat picking up for no good reason. Wicked thoughts sparked in the back of his skull. Fast. Unfiltered. Wild.
Across the room, Rias's eyes traced him like a memory she wasn't ready to lose. His black hair framed his face in sharp lines, and the open shirt did the rest—bare skin, tight muscle, golden eyes burning with something unfamiliar.
Confidence.
It was new. Raw. Addictive.
She bit her lip, teeth dragging lightly against the soft pink. Her mind wandered. He always looked good… but now? Now he looks like sin wrapped in silk.
Aria, outwardly composed, let her eyes slide to her young master. Just once.
They say Lord Leon is the most handsome man in the Moonstone Kingdom... They were wrong.
He's the most handsome man in all of fucking Galvia.
Leon coughed—soft, sharp—trying to knock himself out of it. Trying to pull back from the edge.
"Rias," he said, voice smooth but not untouched, "you brought food?"
The words broke the silence. Just enough.
Both women blinked—returning from wherever their minds had gone.
"Yes, Daddy!" Rias chirped, cheeks warming as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Aria moved with elegance, stopping the trolley in the center of the room. She bowed—graceful, practiced. "I hope the meal is to your liking, my Lord."
Leon nodded. Just once. "Thank you, Aria."
She didn't smile. Not really. But something flickered in her eyes—a ripple. And just like that, she turned to leave.
His gaze couldn't help it. It fell. Tracked the sway of her hips as she walked away—slow, hypnotic, natural.
…Or maybe not.
Was that on purpose? he wondered, smirking faintly. Or is that just how she walks?
Either way, he liked it.
But then—warmth. A hand in his. Soft, light. He turned.
Rias.
"Daddy, let's eat together, okay?" Her smile hit him slow and deep, like sunrise.
"Of course, dear."
They walked toward the bed and sat, side by side, near the corner. Rias began to lift the covers on each dish, one by one—steam rising, color blooming across the plates.
Roasted meat, dusted with bold herbs. A golden soup laced with specks of bright green mana-parsley. Warm bread slick with melted butter. Purple herbs—mana-rich and vivid—arranged like tiny crowns on a silver dish.
"I told the cook to use only healing herbs," Rias said, quiet pride curling around her words. "I wanted it to be light. Nourishing. You just woke up, Daddy… so I made sure it'd be perfect."
Leon looked at her. Warmth bloomed behind his ribs. He reached out and gently pinched her nose.
"Thank you, sweetheart. That's… really thoughtful."
She laughed; cheeks pink. Her eyes sparkled.
They started to eat.
But before he could lift the spoon, Rias reached out—fingers brushing his hand.
"Let me," she said, eyes soft. "Let me feed you."
She picked up a slice of meat and held it out. He raised an eyebrow but didn't stop her. The meat touched his lips—warm, rich—and he chewed, surprised by the taste.
Huh… better than most stuff I had back on Earth. The flavors danced, mana herbs leaving a soft tingling buzz on his tongue. Earth had spice. This has soul.
He tore a piece of bread, dipped it in soup, and held it to her. She blinked, then smiled, wide and real. Her mouth opened gently and she took the bite.
"Feeding me too, Daddy?" she said, voice soft and playful.
Leon smirked. "Seemed fair."
But gods… her scent. Sweet. Light. Floral, touched with mana. It was messing with him. Every time she leaned in, he caught more of it, and every time it got a little harder to think clearly.
The back-and-forth continued—bites exchanged, glances stolen, skin brushing in moments that lingered just a breath too long. Her knee bumped his thigh. Neither of them moved away.
Too close, he thought, glancing down at the swell of her chest, the soft curve of her lips. Her heart's racing.
And yet—there was no pressure. No need to push. Just warmth, held in the space between them.
Rias's mind was louder than her smile. He's changed… he's so different now. He used to be tired. Lost. But now?
His eyes. His chest. That energy—new, alive. Like fire bottled in gold.
She couldn't stop looking at him.
And when he fed her, her fingers would linger just a second longer than they should. When he did the same, her breath would hitch. It built slowly—heat drawn tight like a string between them.
Leon didn't pull away.
What kind of man runs from a beautiful woman feeding him? he thought. Not the kind I want to be.
Besides… he liked it.
Eventually, the plates began to empty. He leaned back on one hand, sighing slow. Full. Not just his stomach—his chest felt warm, whole, like something missing had clicked into place.
Rias stood, gathering the dishes.
"I'll take this back to the kitchen," she said, voice light. "You rest, Daddy."
He nodded. Watched her.
But before she turned to go—she leaned down.
Soft lips brushed his cheek.
He froze.
Warm. Gentle. Not seductive. Not lustful. Just… soft.
And it hit him harder than he expected.
His cheek tingled, and something deep, untouched inside him stirred. No girl had ever kissed him before—not in this life, not in the last. He was still a virgin, in every damn sense.
She smiled. Not teasing. Real. She turned and walked out.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Silence.
Leon stood and crossed to the window. The curtains parted like shadows peeling away. A breeze slid in, cold against his chest, tugging his shirt open just a bit more.
He leaned one arm against the windowsill.
Two moons watched from above.
One—bright, white. The Moon of Serenity.
The other—dim, blue. The Moon of Secrets.
Stars shimmered across the velvet dark, lazy and endless.
"This life… this body… it's mine now."
"In my last life, all I did was survive."
He breathed in slow.
"But this time… I'll live. No more chains. No regrets."
His thoughts sharpened. Grew weight.
He could feel it. The former Leon's memories. The System's knowledge humming through his blood.
Galvia was vast. A continent cut into quarters by faith and flame.
Four Empires. Four Goddesses.
Light. Water. Earth. Fire.
They ruled everything. Law. Coin. War. Judgment.
And in their shadows—smaller kingdoms, sects, and scattered cults. Some jewels. Some thorns. All caught in the pull of power.
Moonstone was one of them.
"If I'm going to rise… if I'm going to take the world—then I start here. Moonstone will be mine."
But that wasn't all.
The System whispered of things deeper than kingdoms.
Forgotten races. Beings that lived on the edge of history, in the cracks. Not human. Not tame. Untouched by gods, untouched by empire.
They weren't weak.
And if he could reach them… if he could wield their blood and their secrets…
He could tip the world.
Leon's jaw clenched. Eyes darkened.
"To rule Galvia, I need more than power. I need kingdoms. Empires. And everything forgotten. All of it, mine."
His ambition burned behind his eyes—wild and holy.
Power. Faith. Flesh. Fire.
He would take it all.
And then—
Click.
The door opened.
He turned.
And what he saw…
Froze him.