Name: Orzael
Race: Lesser Demon
Level: 1
Class: Demon of Love
HP: 850 / 850
MP: 80 / 80
STR: 9
AGI: 8
VIT: 8
INT: 10
DEX: 7
LUCK: ??? (Unknown)
Now Orzael's stats had changed. He had returned to level one, with average stats. Nothing seemed significantly different except for the class and the luck stat. Now he was a "Demon of Love," and his luck was marked as unknown. Orzael had no idea what any of this meant, but one thing was clear.
Orzael closed his status screen. He shut his eyes and began to drift off to sleep, knowing there were many plans he wanted to put into action tomorrow.
His fate depended on what would happen tomorrow.
"I don't want to die in this world."
He was slowly falling asleep. From the window, a purple mist crept in. At the same time, Orzael sensed someone approaching. Something heavy—yet not pressing down on him—more like an embrace. A warm body, soft curves, and a seductive aroma filled the air. A scent that made his mind drift. Orzael slowly slipped into that sweet fragrance.
A soft touch swept across his cheek. Delicate fingers, cold yet burning with quiet fire. Warm breath brushed his ear. A hushed voice, almost a moan, whispered softly near him.
"Master, tonight... you will be my feast."
The voice was familiar. Orzael tried to wake up, but the sweet scent lulled him deeper into slumber. Slowly, those gentle fingers moved toward his chest, unbuttoning his sleepwear, caressing his bare skin softly. The warm breath grew closer. Nearly touching him.
Those fingers slowly moved lower. To a place that shouldn't be touched. As that part of him hardened, Orzael's eyes flew open.
Above him was a woman with hair black as the night and skin pale as the moon. Her eyes glimmered pink, like cursed jewels. A thin sheen of sweat moistened her brow, causing strands of hair to cling to her skin. Her face… was flushed. Whether from heat, embarrassment, or something deeper was unclear.
"Alcie, what are you…"
The succubus's finger touched Orzael's lips. He fell silent. Alcie leaned in close, exhaling beside Orzael's ear.
"Master, be mine tonight," she whispered softly.
Something stirred inside Orzael—a primal urge, mixed with a strange instinct tied to his new class as "Demon of Love." But it wasn't just desire. It was more complicated. More dangerous. Like a trial… or a temptation.
Alcie leaned in again, but suddenly turned her face away. She looked embarrassed.
Then Orzael moved.
With a swift motion, he reversed their positions. Now he was on top. His hands pinned Alcie's wrists—not to hurt her, but to keep her from leaving. Their gazes locked.
"Trying to run away?" This time, it was Orzael on top. His face was red. "You heated up my whole body, and now you want to flee? I won't allow it."
Alcie was stunned by his words. She had heard from Orzael's older siblings that their youngest brother had no interest in women. It surprised her that he was now the one taking the lead. As Orzael's face drew closer, Alcie quickly turned her face to the side.
"I belong to you, master," she said softly.
Orzael smiled. He fully removed his shirt. He was even ready to remove Alcie's clothes too. Both were lost in a strange desire. The mist created by Alcie affected them both.
"Alright then, I will…"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A sharp knock on the door shattered the passionate silence inside the room.
"Master, I apologize for the interruption!" a maid's nervous voice came from outside the door. "There's an intruder at the southern gate!"
The seductive aroma vanished instantly. Alcie quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself, her cheeks flushed with a mix of irritation and relief. Orzael let out a long sigh and got off the bed, quickly putting his clothes back on.
"An attack? Who would attack at this hour of the night?" Orzael grumbled.
He walked briskly to the door. It was his first day inhabiting the body of the Demon King's son. And now he was weak. He wasn't sure if getting involved directly would end well. There was a chance he could be killed by his enemies. This was really bad.
"Alcie, get ready to fight. I'm counting on you. No one here is as strong as you," Orzael said firmly.
Alcie clicked her tongue in annoyance. "He's back to being the annoying Orzael," she wanted to mutter in front of him—but didn't. She simply nodded. "Of course, master. I'll join you shortly."
She climbed out of bed and began to dress. Her gaze was sharp, slightly filled with irritation and anger, but for a moment, her face blushed. A small smile tugged at her lips. The scene from earlier lingered in her mind.
"He's… kind of attractive."
***
Tring!
[Alcie has developed feelings of love for you.]
[Affection Percentage: 40%]
Orzael, who was already walking, was startled. He didn't think he had done anything to make Alcie fall for him. He tilted his head, recalling the recent incident. But it still felt impossible that a Succubus could fall so easily.
"Don't Succubi have resistance to... love spells?" Orzael stroked his chin. "Or maybe... she's a virgin Succubus? People say that when a Succubus is still a virgin, she's much easier to fall for the man she meets."
Orzael was shocked by that bit of lore. Something unexpected—a fully grown Succubus, yet untouched by any man.
[+8,000 EXP]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[...]
Orzael looked at his status screen again. Something unbelievable appeared in front of his face. He had leveled up seven times. That wasn't a small number. It was extraordinary. Just by increasing Alcie's affection toward him, he had gained that much EXP.
Orzael smiled. This was progress. His guess had been right. His class, "Demon of Love," was tied to how others felt about him. The stronger the emotional connection, the more EXP he gained.
"I don't need to fight—just form deep bonds with people," Orzael said.
This might actually be easier than expected. He planned to try it on the maids next. But for now, he had to face the intruders at the southern gate. As a good leader, he had to see things with his own eyes.
This would also help increase the townspeople's trust in him. It would be a great harvest if he succeeded.
[Skill "Love Barrier" acquired]
Description: Grants +250 shield to everyone with an emotional bond to the user. The amount of shield increases depending on affection percentage.
Cooldown: No cooldown.
Orzael smiled as he read that. He laughed loudly. This was an incredible skill. He could use Alcie to fight at the front while he stayed safely behind her. With that, everything would be fine.
Alcie, who was running to catch up with Orzael, saw her master laughing strangely. She frowned.
"Is he insane?"