The sky over Zephyr City's red light district was so colorful it sparkled with its large neon signs—unlike the other parts of the city, this district smelled of the finest perfumes to attract males and females. Perfumes formulated to raise the desire of people who walk by.
And now, standing awkwardly in the middle of it all, was Raizen… still looking like a half-dried corpse wearing last week's laundry.
Beside him, Ryo fidgeted like an excited child.
This place is Ryo's favorite place, where women desire him, more specifically, his wallet. The red light district is the only place Ryo feels desirable, and the only time he can't actually hold a woman.
As they walked through the busy streets, they stopped at a large establishment.
A giant obsidian building glowing with neon violet letters:
"CLUB APHRODITE: Heaven's pleasure island"
Raizen let out a low whistle.
"Damn… this place's bigger than all the Demon Kings' palaces combined."
The sleek towers. The neon signs that shimmered like enchantments. Even the damn air smelled horny — like rose oil and scented candles.
Beside him, Ryo was sweating bullets.
"U-Uh, Master… I don't know if this is a good idea."
He tugged at his collar like a man walking into his own funeral.
"I heard they cost the most in the entire district!, You're seriously not thinking we waste our money in there, do we?"
"Correction, young apprentice, you're the one who will waste his money."
"Wha-WHAT?" Said by Ryo, full of shock.
Approaching the entrance, where a massive bouncer in all black stood guard — muscles like boulders, thick beard, sunglasses at night. The kind of guy who looked like he could bench press a limousine and then lecture you on protein timing. He had to be a senior from one of the Big Six.
"Tickets," the man growled, voice like a rusted chainsaw.
Ryo pointed nervously toward the booth. "M-Master, we need to—"
Raizen was already there.
And immediately regretting it.
He stared at the screen.
25,000 Jadies.
One Entry.
No Service included.
No Refunds.
He recoiled like he'd seen a ghost. "What in the 7 hells?!"
25,000 — to enter?
He turned toward Ryo. "How much do you have?"
"M-Me?!" Ryo's face turned pale. "M-Master, even I don't have money to waste on fake tits!"
Raizen gave him a long look… then smiled. "This is your first test, Ryo. Show me your loyalty."
"My what?! M-Master, can't you go in alone?!"
"I can. But that's not what I'm asking." Raizen extended his hand like a king expecting tribute.
"Treat this as your tuition. The price you pay for learning from the great Raizen."
Ryo stared. Raizen looked serious—dead serious.
"Trust me, Ryo."
And for once… his words felt heavy.
He gulped. "I… I believe you, Master."
He handed over his student debit card, already shaking.
Raizen patted his head like a proud father.
"Good disciple."
"Oh yeah, I'll also borrow your card inside, thank you, my lovely disciple!" As he quickly ran off with Ryo's card in hand while entering.
Ryo was left speechless.
⸻
Once inside, it was like stepping into another dimension.
Silk walls. Rose petals on glass floors—erotic jazz music laced with subliminal moans. The air was thick with perfume and pheromones. Beautiful women danced in glowing cages, watched by sharp-suited elites sipping thousand-jadie cocktails.
And then… Raizen walked in.
Looking like a wet homeless man who stumbled in from a dumpster fire.
Every eye turned.
Every brow twitched.
Every whisper exploded.
"Who let that in?"
"Security glitch?"
"Is this a prank show?"
None of the dancers even bothered approaching. They kept their distance like he was carrying an STD made of radiation.
Raizen, unbothered, walked straight through the velvet corridors.
His eyes locked on a glowing door: VIP ROOM
"Perfect"
Suddenly, a security guard stopped him, "Young man, I think you're lost, this room will cost you more than your life," as he jokingly said while asking for approval from the other guard.
The other buddy guard slapped the back of the body guard's head, "What are you going on about?"
"Brother, look at this guy" he said mockingly
The other security guard didnt react, as someone who have worked longer in the district he had already seen a lot of people like this, most of them are actual weirdo's but some are actual sleeping dragons.
"Hey you should stop and just let the guy be, he has a collar he paid to get in"
"Huh? This punny-looking guy? I bet he just climbed through a window to get inside."
Some people, from customers to dancers, heard the joke and laughed with the security guard. The security guard felt proud of himself for making people laugh.
Raizen was ashamed, but he was not in any position to argue or make a bigger mess, due to the size difference between him and the guard; he would probably die instantly if he were punched in his current state. But there is one thing he has that can shut up the guard, it's money. Specifically, Ryo's money.
Raizen revealed Ryo's card, showing the symbol of the Zephyr Institute of Arts, ZIA in short.
"Everyone, look at this guy pretending to be part of the big 6." The big guy hurriedly looked at everyone who had previously laughed at his jokes.
No one was batting an eye anymore; everyone moved on after seeing the card. Most of the people there know that there are elites who like to pretend to be weak and poor; this might be the case, so they would rather not offend them anymore.
Elites usually prevent fighting with other elites unless there is a clear difference in wealth, power, and influence.
The body guard joking is already sweating from the amount of people who backed out on bullying the poor looking guy.
"Oh yeah, that's right, that's probably stolen!" He brought out his card reader, anyone using the top 6 school debit cards usually has confirmations on their cellphone to approve payments.
The machine read 100,000 Jadies.
Raizen had already figured this out from his memories. Humans if they have enough money will pay any ubsard amount for sex just for a short time of ecstacy, some would even go to jail for it . But He still never suspected that the VIP room would cause 100,000 Jadies.
Raizen was in a dillema, his memories didnt remind him of any verification process to use this card. He thought that there is no way Ryo would approve of such a thing for Raizen's behalf.
*ting*
Raizen was shocked; everyone was. But other than Raizen, they are shocked for a totally different reason.
It only means that Raizen was already legit in the eyes of the people. No stolen card would approve of that, and he wasn't even the one holding the phone to verify the purchase; it means he has a strong backer, or just someone rich and powerful enough to have someone accept their payment for them.
The other security guard opened the door and said respectfully, "Please come in sir"
The security guard who tried to bully him is still in shock. Clearly humiliated and felt powerless. He wasn't even part of the Big Six, bThe sky over Zephyr City's red light district was so colorful it sparkled with its large neon signs—unlike the rest of the city, this district smelled of the finest perfumes to attract men and women. Perfumes formulated to raise the desire of people who walk by.
And now, standing awkwardly in the middle of it all, was Raizen… still looking like a half-dried corpse wearing last week's laundry.
Beside him, Ryo fidgeted like an excited child.
This place is Ryo's favorite place, where women desire him, more specifically, his wallet. The red light district is the only place Ryo feels desirable, and the only time he can't actually hold a woman.
As they walked through the busy streets, they stopped at a large establishment.
A giant obsidian building glowing with neon violet letters:
"CLUB APHRODITE: Heaven's pleasure island"
Raizen let out a low whistle.
"Damn… this place's bigger than all the Demon Kings' palaces combined."
The sleek towers. The neon signs that shimmered like enchantments. Even the damn air smelled horny — like rose oil and scented candles.
Beside him, Ryo was sweating bullets.
"U-Uh, Master… I don't know if this is a good idea."
He tugged at his collar like a man walking into his own funeral.
"I heard they cost the most in the entire district!, You're seriously not thinking we waste our money in there, do we?"
"Correction, young apprentice, you're the one who will waste his money."
"Wha-WHAT?" Said by Ryo, full of shock.
Approaching the entrance, where a massive bouncer in all black stood guard — muscles like boulders, thick beard, sunglasses at night. The kind of guy who looked like he could bench press a limousine and then lecture you on protein timing. He had to be a senior from one of the Big Six.
"Tickets," the man growled, voice like a rusted chainsaw.
Ryo pointed nervously toward the booth. "M-Master, we need to—"
Raizen was already there.
And immediately regretting it.
He stared at the screen.
25,000 Jadies.
One Entry.
No Service included.
No Refunds.
He recoiled like he'd seen a ghost. "What in the 7 hells?!"
25,000 — to enter?
He turned toward Ryo. "How much do you have?"
"M-Me?!" Ryo's face turned pale. "M-Master, even I don't have money to waste on fake tits!"
Raizen gave him a long look… then smiled. "This is your first test, Ryo. Show me your loyalty."
"My what?! M-Master, can't you go in alone?!"
"I can. But that's not what I'm asking." Raizen extended his hand like a king expecting tribute.
"Treat this as your tuition. The price you pay for learning from the great Raizen."
Ryo stared. Raizen looked serious—dead serious.
"Trust me, Ryo."
And for once… his words felt heavy.
He gulped. "I… I believe you, Master."
He handed over his student debit card, already shaking.
Raizen patted his head like a proud father.
"Good disciple."
"Oh yeah, I'll also borrow your card inside, thank you, my lovely disciple!" As he quickly ran off with Ryo's card in hand while entering.
Ryo was left speechless.
⸻
Once inside, it was like stepping into another dimension.
Silk walls. Rose petals on glass floors—erotic jazz music laced with subliminal moans. The air was thick with perfume and pheromones. Beautiful women danced in glowing cages, watched by sharp-suited elites sipping thousand-jadie cocktails.
And then… Raizen walked in.
Looking like a wet homeless man who stumbled in from a dumpster fire.
Every eye turned.
Every brow twitched.
Every whisper exploded.
"Who let that in?"
"Security glitch?"
"Is this a prank show?"
None of the dancers even bothered approaching. They kept their distance like he was carrying an STD made of radiation.
Raizen, unbothered, walked straight through the velvet corridors.
His eyes locked on a glowing door: VIP ROOM
"Perfect"
Suddenly, a security guard stopped him, "Young man, I think you're lost, this room will cost you more than your life," as he jokingly said while asking for approval from the other guard.
The other buddy guard slapped the back of the body guard's head, "What are you going on about?"
"Brother, look at this guy," he said mockingly
The other security guard didn't react, as someone who has worked longer in the district, he had already seen a lot of people like this, most of them are actual weirdo's, but some are actual sleeping dragons.
"Hey, you should stop and just let the guy be; he has a collar he paid to get in."
"Huh? This punny-looking guy? I bet he just climbed through a window to get inside."
Some people, from customers to dancers, heard the joke and laughed with the security guard. The security guard felt proud of himself for making people laugh.
Raizen was ashamed, but he was not in any position to argue or make a bigger mess, due to the size difference between him and the guard; he would probably die instantly if he were punched in his current state. But there is one thing he has that can shut up the guard, it's money. Specifically, Ryo's money.
Raizen revealed Ryo's card, showing the symbol of the Zephyr Institute of Arts, ZIA in short.
"Everyone, look at this guy pretending to be part of the Big Six." The big guy hurriedly looked at everyone who had previously laughed at his jokes.
No one was batting an eye anymore; everyone moved on after seeing the card. Most of the people there know that there are elites who like to pretend to be weak and poor; this might be the case, so they would rather not offend them anymore.
Elites usually prevent fighting with other elites unless there is a clear difference in wealth, power, and influence.
The bodyguard is already sweating from the number of people who backed out of bullying the poor-looking guy.
"Oh yeah, that's right, that's probably stolen!" He brought out his card reader. Anyone using the top 6 school debit cards usually receives confirmations on their cell phone to approve payments.
The machine read 100,000 Jadies.
Raizen had already figured this out from his memories. Humans, if they have enough money, will pay any absurd amount for sex just for a short time of ecstasy; some would even go to jail for it. But he still never suspected that the VIP room would cause 100,000 Jadies.
Raizen was in a dilemma; his memories didn't recall any verification process for using this card. He thought that there was no way Ryo would approve of such a thing for Raizen's behalf.
*ting*
Raizen was shocked; everyone was. But other than Raizen, they are shocked for a totally different reason.
It only means that Raizen was already legit in the eyes of the people. No stolen card would approve of that, and he wasn't even the one holding the phone to verify the purchase; it means he has a strong backer, or just someone rich and powerful enough to have someone accept their payment for them.
The other security guard opened the door and said respectfully, "Please come in, sir."
The security guard who tried to bully him is still in shock. Clearly humiliated and felt powerless. He wasn't even part of the Big Six, but now he might have offended an influential person.
The other guard, who had kept quiet, grabbed his shoulder and said, "I'll be praying for you."
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Inside the room was magical; it was large and elegant. Filled with black-chrome floors and ceilings with golden accents.
In the middle is a square table that looks rich and luxurious. Beside it are large coaches made from dragon-skin leather, one of the most expensive leather materials in the world.
"Wait, is this a scam? Where the hell are the women?"
As he sat down, a sudden noise could be heard from the table.
*woosh*
Smokes scattered, and a black tablet emerged in the table showing different kinds of women to pick.
"Now we're talking," Raizen said as he rubbed his hands like a super villain from a comic book.
Raizen scrolled endlessly, looking for the most suitable partner.
He only wanted to get into this expensive establishment because he thought that the more expensive a woman is, the more pleasing and desirable they would be.
When absorbing lust energy/essence, a woman who is desired by many would give off a much thicker and more powerful energy if he managed to have a sexual encounter with them.
Raizen thought that he would have a problem of harvesting large amounts of lust energy at the start but it seems like even the angels are guiding him to this sexual venture of his.
After some consideration, Raizen settled on a picture of a very desirable woman with short black hair, wearing a black leather jacket; she has the curves of a mature woman and the face of a youthful girl.
*click*
After clicking, a pop-up from the tablet emerged reading "Notice: For look only, not touching; may result in ban and penalty if proven guilty."
"Wait what!?, What do you mean by " look only!"
Scam, disgusting scam. It was too good to be true.