June 14, 2026

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Evan’s PoV

I opened my eyes.

Ah…

Morning.

The first thing I noticed was that my mattress was nice.

No, wait.

Not nice.

Too nice.

Suspiciously nice.

My usual mattress in the dorm was fine. Soft enough that my spine didn’t file a complaint. Firm enough that I didn’t sink into it like a tragic noble in a romance play. But this? This was different. This felt like a luxury bed designed by someone who believed sleep should be worshipped. My body was wrapped in warmth, softness, and something that smelled faintly like vanilla, lavender, and danger.

I stared at the ceiling.

The ceiling stared back.

My brain rebooted like an old PC with too many tabs open.

Loading…

Memory file corrupted.

Then it hit me.

Oh.

Oh yeah.

This wasn’t my room.

My eyes widened.

I was about to sit up on instinct, because waking up somewhere that wasn’t my room usually meant one of three things.

I was kidnapped, I got drunk, or I made choices so questionable even the system refused to summarize them.

Then I looked down.

Lilith was beside me.

Sera was on the other side.

Both of them were still asleep, hugging me like I was some kind of premium body pillow they had stolen from a luxury store.

Lilith’s arm rested across my chest, her face tucked near my shoulder, hair spilled over the blanket like silk. She looked unfairly peaceful. Not seductive now. Not dangerous. Just… soft. Beautiful in a way that made my chest feel warm before my brain could defend itself.

Sera was curled against my side, one leg lazily thrown over mine, her cheek pressed against my arm.

Oh.

That explained why I felt warm.

Very warm.

I glanced at the clock on the wall.

Still early.

I had enough time.

Five minutes.

Maybe ten.

Okay, fifteen if I moved with confidence and lied to myself that I could shower in under five minutes.

I slowly relaxed back into the pillow.

This was nice.

Too nice.

The kind of nice that made a man rethink his entire life philosophy.

I had always thought sleeping alone was more comfortable. More practical. Less complicated. Nobody stealing blankets. Nobody breathing near your ear. Nobody wrapping you in limbs and demonic appendages like a cursed burrito.

But this?

This was…

I swallowed quietly.

This was better.

Maybe that was the dangerous part.

I stared at the ceiling again and muttered softly, “System. Status.”

A familiar screen flickered into existence in front of me, quiet and cold and far too professional for the absolute mess my body and soul had become last night.

[Updated Attributes:]

[Name: Evan Drakos]

[Class: Demon Sovereign]

[Rank: Crown Prince]

[Level: 30]

[HP: 12,412]

[DP: 2,474]

[Strength: 74 (+3)]

[Agility: 94 (+4)]

[Endurance: 90 (+2)]

[Magic Affinity: 119 (+4)]

[Demonic Influence: 134 (+2)]

I stared at it.

Then stared harder.

Then almost laughed.

Not a normal laugh.

More like a silent, disbelieving breath through my nose because if I made actual noise, Lilith might wake up, and if Lilith woke up, there was a solid chance my morning would immediately become more complicated.

Level 30.

I was Level 30.

I went to sleep as Level 27 and woke up Level 30.

Because of what?

Because I got comforted?

Because I had sex?

Because I finally stopped pretending I was fine for five consecutive minutes?

Was sex boosting my confidence or something?

Honestly…

Probably.

That sounded stupid enough to be real.

I only knew a little about myself after all. Pride demon. Demon Sovereign. Crown Prince. Big words. Dramatic words. Words that sounded like they should come with an instruction manual and at least three warning labels.

But did I actually understand how Pride demons worked?

Not really.

I knew they fed on recognition. Admiration. Validation. Feeling important. Maybe fear too, but that one felt like a road with warning signs, bloodstains, and “do not enter”.

I also knew I liked being praised way more than I wanted to admit.

Painful truth.

Humiliating truth.

But truth.

Still…

No new skills.

I frowned faintly.

Not that I needed more. I already had Dark Healing, Infernal Barrier, Shadow Blade, Death Wave, Devil Armor, Shadow Step, and those Dark Orbs that could turn a group fight into a very dramatic fireworks accident. For a first semester student, that was insane.

But hey.

I wouldn’t say no to cooler skills.

Something elegant.

Something ridiculous.

Something like flicking my finger and flattening a building.

I blinked.

Okay, too much delusion.

Maybe start with surviving first semester without becoming academy gossip.

Actually, too late for that too.

I dismissed the screen with a tiny sigh.

And then I noticed it.

The warmth again.

Not emotional warmth.

Physical.

Movement.

Tiny, lazy movements beneath the blanket.

My breath hitched.

Something shifted over my thigh.

Something curled faintly across my chest.

Something brushed low near my waist.

Sera’s tentacles.

Of course, they were still doing things even while she slept.

The woman was unconscious and still causing problems.

That was talent.

Criminal talent.

I turned my head slowly toward her.

Sera’s face was completely peaceful. Mouth slightly parted. Eyelashes resting softly against her cheeks. She looked like an innocent sleepy angel.

Which was hilarious.

Because under the blanket, her tentacles had the discipline of unsupervised toddlers.

One wiggled lazily near my hip.

Another one rested across my stomach.

A third shifted against my thigh like it was trying to get comfortable.

This should have been easy.

I could just move them away.

One hand.

Gentle push.

Problem solved.

Very mature.

Very responsible.

Unfortunately, my body chose violence.

Morning body.

Teenage hormones.

Demon blood.

All three immediately formed a committee and voted against rational behavior.

My lower half reacted with tragic enthusiasm.

I closed my eyes.

“Not now,” I whispered to myself.

Lilith shifted beside me, her arm tightening faintly over my chest. Her cheek pressed closer to my shoulder, and she let out a soft sleepy breath that brushed my skin.

My brain lost another three IQ points.

Great.

Fantastic.

At this rate, by breakfast I’d be functioning at chair level.