A Glimpse of Temptation.
The door creaked open slowly, making a soft, drawn-out groan.
Leon, still facing the mirror, turned his head slowly. His golden eyes narrowed as he waited to see who had come in. His half-buttoned white shirt fluttered slightly as he moved, showing the sculpted lines of his chest under the loose fabric.
Through the slightly open door, she stepped inside—Rias Moonwalker.
Her long, flowing crimson hair shimmered in the soft light, falling down her back like liquid fire. Her eyes, the same bright crimson, locked onto Leon with a silent spark. She wore a tight silk gown in moonlit blue that hugged her curves. With each step, a slit at the side revealed her long legs.
Leon blinked. Damn.
Before he could say anything, the door behind Rias opened again with a click, and a second figure entered—one that almost made his jaw drop.
It was her.
A woman with long, silky purple hair tied in a neat bun, and sharp purple eyes that held a calm, mature look. Her fair skin glowed under the warm light, and her body—gods—her body was a work of art, designed to tempt. She wore the traditional maid uniform of the Moonwalker house, but on her, it was far from plain.
The black-and-white dress clung tightly to her curves, showing off her full breasts and wide hips. The skirt ended scandalously above her knees, and the tight corset pushed her chest up in a soft, inviting swell. Lacy black stockings hugged her legs, held up by delicate garter straps barely visible beneath her skirt.
Leon's mind raced. The old Leon... he lived surrounded by this kind of beauty every day?
A low chuckle echoed inside his head.
That man was truly cursed... to have heaven close but never touch it.
But now? No disease. No limits. That meant he could enjoy it all.
He watched as Rias and the maid stepped fully into the room. The maid pushed a silver trolley covered with dishes, filling the air with warm scents of herbs and freshly cooked food.
From the memories he'd inherited, he recognized her right away.
Aria. The head maid of House Moonwalker. Loyal. Efficient. Calm like still water. And most importantly—his personal assistant.
Leon's eyes flicked between Rias and Aria. Wild, wicked thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning in a storm.
Across the room, Rias's crimson gaze stayed on Leon, tracing how his raven-black hair framed his face, how his open shirt revealed his smooth, defined chest. His golden eyes shone with a new kind of confidence—raw, magnetic.
He always looked good, she thought, biting her lower lip. But today... today he looked like sin itself.
Aria, keeping her face perfectly calm, stole a quick glance at her young master. Inside, her thoughts were far from quiet.
"They say Lord Leon is the most handsome man in the entire Moonstone Kingdom... They lied. He's the most handsome in all of Galvia."
Leon's gaze flickered between Rias and Aria. Despite his efforts, his thoughts wandered into dangerous places. Seeing both women in the same room stirred wild imaginings.
Damn it, not now!
A soft cough escaped his throat, trying to distract himself and the women from showing any reaction.
"Rias," he said, his voice smooth and steady, "you brought food?"
Both women blinked, snapping back to the moment.
"Yes, Daddy!" Rias said brightly, cheeks pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Aria pushed the trolley to the center of the room and bowed deeply. "I hope the meal is to your liking, my Lord."
Leon nodded politely. "Thank you, Aria."
That simple reply brought a small spark of joy to her purple eyes, though she hid it quickly. As she turned to leave, Leon's gaze dropped to the graceful sway of her hips—each step tempting and hypnotic.
Was that on purpose? he wondered, amused. Or just how she walks? Either way... gods, I love it.
Just before Aria left, Rias reached out and gently took Leon's hand. He turned, surprised by how soft her touch was.
"Daddy, let's eat together, okay?" she smiled, eyes shining.
"Of course, dear."
They walked to the bed and sat side by side in the corner. Rias lifted the silver covers from the dishes one by one, revealing a rich spread: roasted meat with spicy herbs, a golden soup with green flecks of mana parsley, soft bread drizzled with butter, and a small side of purple herbs known for their mana-healing power—all neatly arranged on the tray.
"I made sure the cook used healing herbs," Rias said sweetly, proud. "I told her to make everything light and nourishing. You just woke up, Daddy. I wanted the meal to be tasty but gentle."
Leon looked at her warmly and pinched her nose playfully. "Thank you, sweetheart. That's thoughtful."
Rias giggled and blushed, eyes shining with happiness.
They began to eat. As he lifted a spoonful of soup, Rias leaned forward, placing her hand over his.
"Let me feed you," she said warmly.
Then, she picked up a piece of meat. He raised an eyebrow, amused, but didn't refuse. She brought the meat slowly to his lips, feeding him. The warmth melted on his tongue, surprising him.
'Huh... this is better than most food I had back on Earth,' he thought, blinking. The herbs left a tingling aftertaste—energizing, comforting. 'Earth had spices, sure... but mana-charged food? That's next level.'
He tore a piece of bread and dipped it in the soup before offering it to Rias. Her eyes widened slightly, then her lips curved in a smile as she opened her mouth to take the bite.
"Feeding me too, Daddy?" she teased softly.
"I figured it's only fair," Leon said, trying to sound calm, though her presence clearly affected him. Her scent—sweet with a hint of floral mana perfume—was intoxicating.
They continued their little dance, feeding each other bite by bite. Their fingers sometimes brushed lips; their eyes met more than once. Rias's cheeks flushed a delicate rose whenever their skin touched, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her knee brushing his thigh.
'She's so close...' Leon thought, eyes flicking to her soft lips, the gentle rise of her chest under the dress. 'Her heartbeat... it's fast.'
But there was no rush. No pressure. Just warmth and... something tender.
Rias's thoughts were more flustered beneath her calm. 'He looks different today. Stronger. Bolder. His eyes used to be dull and tired... now they shine like gold. Like he's reborn.'
She stole glances as he ate—his sharp jawline, the way his collar lay open, showing strong collarbones and a firm chest.
Sometimes when she fed him, her fingers lingered a second too long. When he did the same, her breath caught. Each moment pulled an invisible thread between them, tight with tension neither spoke of.
Leon, despite the thoughts racing through his mind, didn't pull away.
'If a man refuses a beautiful woman like her, is he really a man?' he mused, amused by himself. 'Besides... I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.'
Eventually, the meal neared its end. Leon leaned back, resting his hand on the bed, feeling full—not just in his stomach, but in his soul.
Rias smiled and stood gracefully, gathering the dishes onto the trolley. "I'll take this back to the kitchen. You rest here, Daddy."
He nodded, golden eyes watching her with appreciation. But before she left, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
He froze. Her lips were warm, delicate. It wasn't a kiss of lust or seduction. It was gentle affection.
Leon blinked, frozen a moment. His cheek tingled where her lips touched. It was the first time a girl had kissed him—even in his past life. He was still a virgin in body and heart. He looked at her.
She smiled—playful but genuine. As she left the room, a memory surfaced—of the old Leon. Rias had often kissed his cheeks to show affection, and he'd always seen it as innocent.
The door closed softly behind her.
The room fell silent.
Leon stood and walked slowly to the window. The curtains parted around him like dark angel wings. The chill of the night brushed his bare chest, making his open shirt flutter softly. He rested one hand on the window's edge, golden eyes gazing at the sky.
Two moons hung like silver and sapphire sentinels in the night.
One large and glowing pale white—the Moon of Serenity.
The other smaller, glowing faint blue—the Moon of Secrets.
The stars twinkled lazily across the dark velvet sky, as if listening to his thoughts.
"This life... this body... it belongs to me now."
"In my past life... all I did was survive."
He took a slow breath.
"But this life? It's mine. I'll live it how I want—no chains, no regrets."
His thoughts sharpened.
From memories of the old Leon and the System's knowledge, he understood how vast Galvia was—a huge, divided continent ruled by four great Empires, each serving a different goddess: Light, Water, Terra, and Blaze.
These four Empires controlled civilization, laws, economy, wars, and alliances. Between them lay small kingdoms, sects, and cults—like gems or thorns, depending on your view.
Moonstone was one such kingdom.
"If I want to rise... to take this world... I must start here. With Moonstone. I must make it mine."
But that was only the surface.
The System whispered of forgotten races—ancient beings living alone in hidden parts of Galvia. Creatures not quite human. Survivors of lost times, untouched by empires or gods.
And they were not weak.
Their blood, powers, and secrets—if I use them—could change the whole world.
Leon clenched his jaw, eyes sharp.
"To rule Galvia, I must control kingdoms, overthrow empires, build a new one... and bend the forgotten to my will."
His ambitions stormed behind his eyes. Power, kingdom, faith, desire. He would have it all.
But just as his thoughts deepened—
Click.
The door creaked open again.
He turned.
And the sight froze him in place.