Chapter 2 –
"Hanazawa Takumi…"
Raizen muttered, staring at the worn-out student ID dangling from his fingers.
Then it hit him again.
A flicker—no, a flood—of memories surged into his skull. Blurred. Fragmented. But sharp enough to sting.
Apparently, the body he now inhabited had burned through his entire inheritance just to enroll in this university.
"…That's weird," Raizen said, narrowing his eyes. "I can feel his emotions. But none of this feels like it was ever about studying."
His tone was dry, almost amused—but his eyes darkened.
"Emptiness. Pain. A bottomless hunger… How the hell was he supposed to study feeling like that?"
He scoffed, tossing the ID onto the bed.
"Honestly… he could've hired a hundred strippers and died happy. That's what I would've done."
The memories embedded in this body were unstable—splintered, like glass under pressure. They helped him adapt: understand the language, even grasp the culture. But there were gaps. Gaping holes. Crucial facts missing. He couldn't piece together the full picture.
Not yet.
Worse, the emotions left behind… they were starting to seep into him. Slow at first. Now, they bled deeper—blurring the line between what was his and what belonged to Hanazawa.
And honestly?
He wasn't sure how much of Raizen was even left.
He needed to fix this—fast.
The memories were like weeds, growing through the cracks of his soul. If he let them spread, he'd lose himself. The identity of Raizen, Demon Lord of the Crimson Abyss, would be swallowed whole by the pathetic remnants of Hanazawa Takumi.
He clenched his fists.
I need lust energy. Fast.
Only through cultivation could he stabilize this vessel—anchor his soul and chain down Takumi's lingering emotions before they consumed him.
His eyes darkened.
Then a sudden sound can be heard from the door-
Knock, knock.
Raizen froze.
His heart thumped—involuntarily.
Was it… that woman?
Just the thought made his spine stiffen. Not from danger. Not from some looming battle.
But from something far worse:
Unfamiliarity. Vulnerability.
He wasn't used to this.
He had faced armies of wrathful souls, bathed in infernal blood, and seduced queens of torment. But now?
One knock.
One girl.
And his demonic instincts faltered.
"What the hell is this…?" he muttered, eyes twitching. "Why does this feel more dangerous than all of Hell?"
"Hanazawa Takumi? I'm your neighbor!"
…Not her.
Raizen exhaled, the tension in his chest deflating like a punctured balloon.
The voice was male—cheerful, unthreatening. Safe.
And more importantly… painfully horny.
Even in his weakened state, Raizen could still sense it—that gnawing hunger under the surface. Lust. For him, it was like reading blood pressure. A pulse of need. A scent in the air.
This guy? He reeked of desperation. Practically leaking pathetic energy.
"Perfect," Raizen muttered, straightening his posture.
He opened the door.
The apartment was still a wreck, but at least the worst of it—trash piles, old food, the sour stink of failure—had been cleared. Raizen couldn't stand living in filth. Even demons had standards.
Especially incubus royalty.
"I'm Minami Ryo. I don't know if you remember me, but… I think we're in the same class?"
An opportunity.
Raizen's mind snapped into gear.
He needed intel. Context. His host's memories were a shattered mess—like someone took a bat to a filing cabinet and scattered the pieces.
A guide would be… convenient.
He nodded, slow and cool—demon pride refusing to show any cracks.
"No. I don't remember. My memory's trash. But nice to meet you."
Ryo chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, now you do, I guess. Haha…"
Raizen didn't return the smile.
"So? Why'd you knock? We're not friends, right?"
Ryo froze, then blurted:
"Yeah, about that… I actually saw you earlier. Y'know—downstairs. Chasing that woman? I… I saw everything."
"Fuck. This brat saw all that? I looked like a damn clown!"
A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
"Wait… why am I scared? I'm a demon lord. Since when did I give a damn about something like this?"
Takumi's emotions were bleeding in. But no—Raizen wasn't just some panicked human soul.
He inhaled once, slow and steady.
Control. He was still Raizen, the Demon Lord.
His eyes flattened as he responded coldly:
"So?"
Detached. Flat.
But inside?
He was screaming.
He braced for mockery. Derision. Even laughter.
Instead…
Ryo bowed so low his forehead nearly hit the floor.
"Please teach me, senpai!!"
Raizen's brow lifted.
"…The hell is this kid talking about?"
His fingers twitched. A slow fist curled.
"Is this brat mocking me? Does he want to die?"
He forced a smile, teeth clenched behind it.
"Teach you what exactly?"
"Everything!" Ryo's eyes shimmered like he'd just witnessed the next messiah.
"I've always been a loser! Still a virgin! But when I saw you—chasing her like that, no hesitation—I thought… that's real courage!"
His voice cracked.
"I don't even care if I fail anymore. I just want to try. Please… help me!"
A single tear rolled down Ryo's cheek.
Raizen stared.
And blinked.
"Is this guy… for real?!"
"I have nothing to say, kid—"
Raizen stopped.
His eyes narrowed.
Now that he really looked… Ryo didn't dress like a loser. Clean, fitted outfit. Trendy haircut. Decent bone structure.
Suspicious.
"…Why are you here?"
"To be your student, Master!" Ryo beamed with pure, embarrassing sincerity.
Raizen waved that off. "Not that. I mean here. This dump. You look like you could afford better."
Ryo blinked. "Oh. Uh—yeah. This was the cheapest place left. I enrolled late. Everything else was either full or way too expensive. So… yeah. Cheapest garbage wins."
Raizen's brow twitched.
"…So not by choice."
"Of course not! Who the hell chooses to live in a hellhole like this?" He gestured around with both arms.
Raizen's teeth clenched.
"Did this brat just insult me to my face?!"
He took a slow breath. Inhale. Exhale.
No. Don't snap. Not yet.
This idiot might be useful.
Very useful.
Raizen's tone flattened.
"…So how much money do you have on you right now?"
Ryo blinked. "Uh… five hundred thousand Jadies?"
Raizen's brain screeched.
"Five hundred Thousand Jadies?!"
Having some memories of Takumi, he figured out the worth of money easily.
1 dollar are worth 10 Jadies, Ryo actually has fifty thousand dollars on his bank right now.
His incubus instincts howled.
"Is that your full undergrad allowance!?"
"Nope! That's just for this year."
Raizen couldn't stop the slow, demonic grin crawling onto his face. His lips curled into something eerie, dangerous, gleeful.
A golden ticket had just walked into his lair.
And it was begging to be milked.