He slapped his cheeks.
"My pecs! My jawline! Where's my god-tier bone structure?!"
Panicking, he tried to cast one of his spells—just a simple morph into the most alluring form his mind could create.
*poof*
Nothing. A dead flicker of energy.
"I… I CAN'T TRANSFORM?!"
The lust-energy he'd cultivated for eons,
His beauty. His pride. His massive weapon. Gone.
He never imagined Earth would turn him into a worthless human- something he never thought about when trying to escape hell.
Then he remembers the words of Midas, " in exchange for something important to me…"
*click*
"My fucking lust energy…"
For Raizen, Lust energy is one of the most important things; it's the energy he uses to perform his magic. Without it, he won't be able to use the magic and spells he learned and crafted from being an immortal demon king of lust.
"I'm fucking worthless…" Raizen smiled, not with happiness but due to a state of mental breakdown.
Then the tsunami hit. Memories. A torrent of loneliness, rejection, failure… and death.
"This… these are this body's memories…"
He stumbled back into the apartment's filthy living room, clutching his head.
"Rejection. No love. No friends… just failure."
His eyes landed on the scattered antidepressant pills across the floor.
More memories flooded in—painful, sharp, suffocating. Raizen flinched and writhed like a caterpillar on the cold floor. "Huh! No wonder he killed himself."
He pushed himself upright, resting against the moldy wall, and began laughing.
Then crying.
Then laughing while crying.
"I'm stuck in a broke loser's body!" he wailed.
"I'M DOOOOOOMED!!"
His voice shook the paper-thin apartment walls.
From the next room:
"WHAT THEEEE FUUUCKKKK!!!"
*SPLOOSH*
A neighbor let out a shocked moan as he… prematurely exploded. Alone. On his own face.
Raizen's neighbor's shouting was even louder than his
Raizen froze. "At least I'm not the only one with problems."
Again, he felt it, groaning as more memories squeezed into his brain.
"I need to control these memories…"
Breathing hard, he sat cross-legged, forcing himself into meditation and clearing his thoughts. Rebalancing. And then—click.
"Wait… I'm still an incubus. My soul's intact."
He grinned, madness returning to his eyes.
"That means I can recharge…, I just need lust. Female lust. The good stuff."
He opened the closet. All he found was a hoodie that said "K-ON Forever", some wrinkled jeans, and a faded button-up.
"Good enough."
He struck a pose in the mirror. "I don't look that bad."
Raizen believed that there was one thing Midas wouldn't be able to take: his charm.
In the world of sex and desire, one thing is for certain: even ugly people can score a woman with just a little bit of charm. Some with humor, some with intellect, for Raizen? It's all about confidence and his playfulness.
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Outside, Zephyr City greeted him like a punch to the face. Even from the third-floor corridor of his dingy apartment, the skyline glittered like gold-plated temptation.
Glass towers shimmered under twin suns. Trees pulsed faintly with ambient magic.
Below, students passed by in droves—each one a fashion statement.Designer streetwear with glowing seams. Sleek campus uniforms trimmed with the finest materials.
It wasn't just a city.
It was a catwalk of power, money, and status.
Even the air smelled expensive.
"Damn. It feels like heaven all of a sudden…"
Then he saw her.
Long legs. Glossy black hair. A crisp white blouse paired with a lace-trimmed campus ID tag.
The gentle sway of her walk caught his eye like a fishhook.
As she was walking, the girl made eye contact.
*wink*
"Target confirmed!" Raizen inwardly thought that his charm really never fails; that girl clearly wants him.
Raizen had a plan; he just needed to seduce human women and gain lust energy through sexual encounters. The more intense, the stronger and faster he can regain his full capabilities as an Incubus.
He flicked his fingers.
Nothing happened.
"Shit. Right. No flying for now."
With a grunt, he bolted down the apartment stairs. As he hurried down, he quickly lost control of his body and stumbled.
"What the actual hell is this body!"
Raizen hurried to catch up with the girl as she slow-walked, elegantly unbothered. He caught up in seconds… and then slowed his pace.
"Alright, game time."
Raizen believed he had a foolproof plan: just talk to her and use his natural confident charm and fuck all the women in the world one at a time, and in the future, he would fuck them all together.
But for now? Now he was… just following her.
Like a creep.
One minute passed.
A single bead of sweat dripped down his temple. Then another minute passed.
Still just following. More sweating.
"Okay, okay—just say hi. Or ask for directions? No. Too basic. Maybe bump into her and pretend it's fate…"
He clenched his fists, trembling with nervous energy.
"Come on, man. You're still an incubus. Just one touch on her shoulder, then a bit of a smile will probably seal the deal, right?… RIGHT??"
Ten minutes of internal screaming later, he finally reached out—
Hand shaky. Heart pounding.
And—
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Her POV:
The young woman strolled casually, earbuds in, music humming. Now and then, she scanned her surroundings. She noticed a guy above an apartment in the poor side of the town.
She forgot her eyeglasses today, so she can't clearly see people who are too far away. She was just curious who the guy might be who was staring at her. Suddenly, a strong wind flew by, forcing her to blink.
After running past the apartment, the girl noticed nothing unusual. Then, after some time of walking, she clearly felt a presence at her back.
At first, just a background extra.
Then… he lingered.
"Still behind me? Is he trying to talk to me? She thought, then smirked a little.
Pulled out her phone—not to check it, but to use the blank screen as a mirror. Trying to see if the guy was worthy of her.
Maybe I'll give him my number if he—
Then her smile faded.
Why is he sweating? Why does he look like he's trying to defuse a bomb?
Minute after minute passed.
He's still following me?! It's been like ten minutes!! "Just talk to me already so I can reject you!" She thought inwardly.
Suddenly, her chest tightened. "Oh, God. Am I being stalked? Kidnapped?!, Raped?! Then—
He touched her shoulder.
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After Raizen finally built up the courage to tap her shoulder, something unexpected happened.
A spark. Literal electricity.
The woman jolted slightly.
"Oho~ I felt that," he thought. "That little zap must've gone right down her spine. She's probably soaking wet already—"
She turned.
He winked.
A confident smirk tugged at his lips.
To her, what appeared wasn't a suave mystery man…
…but a twitchy, pale stranger drenched in sweat, eyes wide like a startled raccoon, and a wink so forced it looked like a stroke.
"…"
A full beat of silence passed.
"Heh. Bet I look like a mysterious bad boy right now," Raizen thought proudly.
Her face changed.
Surprise…
Confusion…
Then absolute horror.
Then—
*SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!*
"GAHHHH!! MY EYES!!"
Pepper spray hit him square in the face.
*WHACK!! *
A leather handbag crushed into his skull. He was launched into a pile of cardboard boxes.
"SOMEONE HELP!! HE'S A CREEP!!"
Phones came out. Screams followed.
"WAIT—AGHH—IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!! I'M—"
Raizen staggered up, eyes bloodshot, nose leaking, tears pouring from the hellish sting.
He ran.
"I DON'T HAVE ANY DAMN CHAAAAARM!!!"
His scream echoed through the city street.
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Behind a nearby utility pole, his neighbor peeked out, clutching a stained tissue with white liquid stain, eyes glossy.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
"Same, bro…same"