Raizen descended the staircase with calm steps, but his blood was boiling.
Not from anger.
From hunger.
After the rooftop… after that tension with Seo Yoori—after watching her body react, her face flushed with those unexpectedly cute expressions—he felt it rising inside him.
That dark, swirling heat.
The kind that didn't fade with time… or cold showers.
He was turned on. Painfully turned on.
That intoxicating scent. That faint, silky skin. Those lace undergarments clinging to her frame. Seo Yoori's body still haunted his thoughts — and worse, his instincts were sharpening.
He needs a release…
"…Damn it," he muttered, fingers curling slightly. "She's not even mine… and yet."
He exhaled, then let out a low chuckle.
"Those two girls… seriously dangerous to be around."
His smirk returned.
"Hah… but this is good. I'm earning money, passing my subjects, and spending time with two high-class beauties."
He laughed under his breath.
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
And just as he rounded the fourth floor—
Click.
The sound of heels echoed ahead.
His eyes sharpened.
Someone else was on the stairs.
A woman.
She was walking just a few steps ahead of him.
Brown hair tied loosely behind her neck. A crisp white blouse that clung to her curves. A tight, navy skirt that showed off long legs wrapped in sheer stockings. Her back arched slightly with each step, her hips swaying as if inviting attention.
Raizen's eyes glinted.
"…Well, well. I forgot about this woman"
He recognized her.
One of the second-floor office girls. She was always quiet, always polite — the type who passed him coffee once without making eye contact.
But right now… she wasn't just any girl.
She was prey.
And judging by her stiff shoulders… she knew it too.
He sped up.
"You heard it, didn't you?" he said casually.
The girl froze.
She turned her head slightly, eyes wide.
"Wh-what? N-no, I didn't hear anything—!"
She waved her hands awkwardly, her cheeks turning bright red. Her breathing already changed — light, fast, panicked.
Raizen's smile deepened.
He knew.
She tried following him to the rooftop earlier. She was curious. Nosy. Maybe even jealous. And instead of minding her own business, she eavesdropped on the entire scene with Seo Yoori.
Heh. So she's curious, huh? Let's test how far that curiosity goes.
He stepped closer, leaning in until his lips were near her ear.
"Then let me ask again… why were you using the stairs?"
She swallowed hard.
"T-the elevator… was full…"
"Really?" His breath touched her neck. "Or maybe… you were following me."
Then — he activated it.
Temptation.
A soft surge of demonic energy leaked from his voice. Invisible to the eye, but felt by the body. Lust, like fog, wrapped around the woman's senses. Her thighs pressed together. Her lips parted slightly.
"N-no… I wasn't…" she whispered, but her voice betrayed her.
Raizen leaned forward, letting his hand rest gently on the railing beside her, boxing her in from behind.
"Are you scared?" he asked softly, his voice like honey dripping on hot skin.
"…Y-yes…"
He smirked.
"Then why aren't you running?"
The girl froze.
The moment cracked.
Something inside her snapped — not from fear, but from need.
She stood there like prey, trembling… but wanting to be devoured.
She spun halfway, her back hitting the wall of the stairwell, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I… I don't know… I don't know what's happening to me…"
"You're aroused," he whispered, lips brushing her ear. "Because you want me don't you."
He pressed closer, his hand sliding slowly up her thigh, brushing over the edge of her skirt. She trembled, but didn't resist. In fact — her legs shifted open just slightly, her breath catching in her throat.
"This is wrong…" she whispered.
"But you don't want me to stop," he countered.
She shook her head — but it was weak. Hesitant.
Raizen's fingers slid up higher, until they grazed the band of her stocking. Her skin was soft. Hot. Practically begging to be touched.
With one hand, he pinned her wrist against the wall. His lips brushed her jawline.
"You'll be quiet, right?" he whispered. "Don't want the whole office knowing how badly you want to be fucked on the stairs."
"Y-yes… I'll be quiet…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Her face was already flushed — intoxicated by rising lust.
He smiled.
Then kissed her.
It started slow — lips teasing, biting, tasting.
But it didn't stay gentle for long.
Her mouth opened, welcoming him with hunger. Her legs lifted slightly. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, finding soaked panties clinging to heat.
"Already this wet?" he growled against her lips. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?"
She moaned softly, nodding against his shoulder, trying to suppress her voice.
He pressed against her, grinding slowly. Letting her feel him.
Her breath hitched. Her nails dug into his back.
Down below, the office floor was just a few steps away.
Above them, another employee might walk by any second.
But none of that mattered.
Because for these few minutes… she was his.
And Raizen?
Raizen was finally feeding his craving.