Raizen was finally alone.
Ryo had dropped him off earlier, still recovering from the wallet damage of Raizen's "self-upgrade spree." He hadn't exactly held back — but he was careful. Every piece of clothing looked expensive, but none crossed the line into outright luxury.
"I don't want Ryo coughing up blood on the sidewalk," Raizen had smirked, tossing a black hoodie into the closet. "I'm a demon, not a murderer."
Now, sprawled out on a single mattress in the cramped apartment, Raizen stared up at the ceiling.
One leg dangled off the edge. Arms crossed behind his head. The smile was gone.
"…What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Everything had happened in a blur.
Possession. Earth. School. Strip club. Getting beat up by a girl.
His chest tightened. Not from fear — something deeper. Something more human.
"This is still what I wanted… right?"
"A thousand years in hell. I've devoured kings, broken monsters, tormented millions of souls. It got boring."
"This world is stupid… but it's alive. And for the first time in centuries, I'm starting to feel again."
Emotions. That ancient curse.
He hated the vulnerability.
But he welcomed the chaos.
But the pride of an Incubus Lord still burned hot inside him.
He couldn't waste any more time.
He rolled over, reached toward the nightstand, and grabbed the phone.
Ryo's old one — Takumi's brand-new phone had been hurled into the river before his dramatic exit.
"Tch… what a diva," Raizen muttered. "Good thing the kid had a spare."
He unlocked the screen.
Ding.
The home screen was a mess of icons. But one 4-letter word glowed like a beacon:
P-O-R-N.
He tapped it.
And what he saw was magic.
His eyes lit up.
"…This… This is Earth's greatest sorcery."
He scrolls. Clicks. Scrolls again. Stops. Scrolls faster.
There's… categories? What kind of goddess made this interface?
He taps "Step-sister." Freezes. Slowly leans forward.
"Wait. They're not actually related, right?
…Oh my god, they're not actually related!!"
He cackles. His shoulders shake.
"Humans! You depraved little geniuses!"
He swipes to the next video. Then another. And another. It never ends.
There's POV! There's even cosplays of succubus! There's—
(pauses, squinting)
Is that… an entire video of a woman just stepping on cakes?
Beat.
"I don't get it…"
(watches longer)
"…Actually… I kinda get it."
He flops back onto the bed dramatically, eyes still glued to the phone.
"A thousand years of war. A thousand years of torture. And this… THIS is what I was missing." Said with a devilish smile.
He starts laughing like a madman.
"No wonder Earthlings are weak! Who needs world domination when you've got… pixels of paradise?!"
He pulls the blanket over himself like a hermit monk.
I've entered enlightenment.
(pause)
Wait… there's a "Next Page" button!?
He sat upright like a monk reading sacred scripture, letting the waves of lust wash over him.
It wasn't ideal — but it would do.
"Even self-generated lust works," he muttered. "Not as good as the real thing… but enough to stay alive."
He grinned, wicked and satisfied.
Tomorrow, the real hunt would begin.
Time passed. He didn't know how long. Maybe three hours. Maybe five.
Eventually—
"SHIT!"
He slapped his face and rolled off the bed.
"I gained lust energy, but I'm tired the fuck out. That porn's a devil!"
His eyes were bloodshot. His skin looked slightly healthier. His bones didn't ache as much. His spirit, however, was… drained from watching endless porn content.
⸻
Next Morning
Ryo's car pulled up outside the apartment.
Raizen stepped out, now dressed in clean black jeans, a long clean jacket over a dark v-neck, hair trimmed. He looked better, more to standard of a normal person you can see in an average day in thr city.
Ryo blinked twice, his mouth hanging open.
"Master… you look like a different person."
Raizen put on sunglasses, clearly proud. "Never underestimate the power of jerking off cultivation." Said smiling like a kid who had fun last night.
"…Master, that's not something to say out loud."
They both entered the school gates, the city bustling around them. Students milled about, fashionably dressed, phones out, gossiping.
Even though Takumi's face hadn't changed drastically, he somehow walked taller. Straighter. His presence was different.
The aura he cultivated swirled subtly around him, fueled by lust energy—just enough to give him a confident edge, making him stand out from the sea of forgettable, average faces.
"I'll head off first," Ryo said. "My class is in another building. Good luck, Master."
Raizen nodes.
"First day of school, huh? Let's see what this hellhole has for me."
⸻
Inside the Business Strategy Lecture Hall
The room was filled with whispers, murmurs, and clacking of expensive heels and phones.
An old male professor stood near the whiteboard, lazily calling out names from the attendance sheet.
"Seo Yuna."
"Present," came a soft, polite voice.
"Fujikawa Sayaka."
"Here," said a voice with slight attitude.
"Seo Yoori"
Another student spoke up in her place. "Seo Yoori was called in by her company, sir. Something urgent, I think."
The professor gave a short nod. "I see. Then it can't be helped—she's excused for today."
The teacher proceeded
"Xuē Liuyue."
"Present," said a melodious, slow tone.
The professor's eyes briefly met hers, and even he took an extra second before returning to the list.
Xuē Liuyue sat elegantly in her chair, legs crossed. Her black silk hanfu shimmered with intricate eastern embroidery—far too luxurious for a mere student. A translucent robe draped over her arms like mist, the kind worn only by dreamlike goddesses in ancient tales.
Purple highlights in her hair caught the classroom light.
Her gaze shifted to the empty seat beside her. Then to the one next to that—the seat of a man she once bossed around.
"Was he serious…?"
"That face. The way he looked at me like he didn't care anymore…"
Her grip on the chair subtly tightened.
The professor continued.
"Hanazawa Takumi."
Silence.
She kept looking down as she felt guilty of something.
The teacher clicked his tongue. "Tch. That's his third—"
BANG.
The classroom door burst open. Heads turned.
A voice followed:
"Present."
He smirked.
His silhouette against the light.
Hanazawa Takumi was back.