A Glimpse of Temptation

A Glimpse of Temptation

The door creaked open with a soft, drawn-out groan.

Leon, still facing the mirror, turned slowly, golden eyes narrowing as he waited to see who had entered. His half-buttoned white shirt fluttered slightly as he moved, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest beneath the loose fabric.

Through the slightly parted door, she stepped in—Rias Moonwalker.

Her long, flowing crimson hair glimmered in the soft light, cascading down her back like liquid fire. Her eyes, the same vivid crimson hue, locked onto Leon with an unspoken spark. She was dressed in a tight-fitting silk gown of moonlit blue, hugging her generous curves while her long legs peeked through a side slit with each step.

Leon blinked. Damn.

Before he could say a word, the door behind Rias opened again with a click, and a second figure entered—one that nearly made his jaw slacken.

It was her.

A woman with long, silky purple hair tied in a graceful bun, and piercing violet eyes that held a hint of cool maturity. Her fair skin glowed under the golden light, and her body—gods—her body was a masterpiece sculpted with sinful intent. She wore the traditional maid uniform of the Moonwalker house, but on her… it was anything but traditional.

The black-and-white attire clung to her curves, outlining her ample breasts and wide hips. The skirt ended scandalously above her knees, and the snug corset-style bodice pushed her chest into a soft, enticing swell. Lacy black stockings hugged her legs, held by delicate garter straps just barely visible beneath her skirt.

Leon's mind raced. The former Leon… he lived surrounded by this kind of beauty every day?

A low chuckle echoed in his head.

That man was truly cursed... to have heaven at his fingertips but no way to touch it.

But now? He had no disease. No dysfunction. And that meant he could enjoy everything.

He watched as Rias and the maid entered the room fully, the latter pushing a silver trolley adorned with covered dishes, releasing the warm scent of herbs and freshly cooked food.

From his inherited memories, he recognized her immediately.

Aria. The head maid of House Moonwalker. Loyal. Efficient. Calm as still water. And most importantly—his personal assistant.

Leon's gaze flickered from Rias to Aria. Thoughts—unfiltered, wild, and wicked—flashed through his mind like lightning in a storm.

On the other side of the room, Rias's crimson gaze lingered on Leon, tracing the way his raven-black hair framed his face, how the open shirt exposed his smooth, defined chest. His golden eyes shimmered with a confidence that felt new… raw… magnetic.

He always looked good, she thought, biting her lower lip. But today… today he looks like sin himself.

Aria, while maintaining a perfectly stoic expression, stole a glance at her young master. Inside, her thoughts were anything but calm.

"they say Lord Leon is the most handsome man in the entire Moonstone Kingdom... They lied.

He's the most handsome in the entire damn Galvia."

Leon's gaze flickered between Rias and Aria, and despite his best efforts, his thoughts began to wander into dangerous territory. The sight of both beauties in one room stirred wild imaginations,

Damn it, not now!

A quick cough escaped his throat, attempting to distract both himself and the women from any noticeable reaction.

"Rias," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "You brought food?"

Then, both women blinked—snapped from their inner worlds.

"Yes, Daddy!" Rias responded brightly; cheeks slightly pink as she pushed her hair behind her ear.

Aria gracefully pushed the trolley to the centre of the room and gave a deep bow. "I hope the meal is to your liking, my Lord."

Leon nodded politely. "Thank you, Aria."

That single sentence was enough to draw a glimmer of joy in her violet eyes, though she masked it quickly. As she turned to leave, Leon's gaze dropped to the mesmerizing sway of her hips—each step tempting, hypnotic.

Was that intentional? he wondered, amused. Or just how she walks? Either way… gods, I love it.

Just before Aria exited, Rias reached out and gently grabbed Leon's hand. He turned to her, surprised by the softness of her touch.

"Daddy, let's eat together, okay?" she smiled, eyes gleaming.

"Of course, dear."

They walked toward the bed, and sat side by side near the corner. Rias lifted the silver covers from the dishes one by one, revealing a rich spread: Meat roasted with spicy herbs, a golden soup swirling with green flecks of mana-enriched parsley, soft-baked bread drizzled with melted butter, and a small side of vibrant violet herbs known for their mana-recovery properties—all neatly arranged on the tray.

"I personally made sure the cook used healing herbs," Rias said, her voice sweet yet laced with pride. "I told her to make everything as light and nourishing as possible. You've just awakened, Daddy. I wanted this meal to be tastier and lighter for you."

Leon looked at her warmly and pinched her nose playfully. "Thank you, sweetheart. That's… thoughtful of you."

Rias giggled and blushed, her eyes shining with delight.

They began eating. As he picked up a spoonful of soup, Rias leaned forward, placing her hand over his.

"Let me, feed you" she said, her eyes with warmth.

Then, Rias picked up a piece of meat. He raised an eyebrow, amused, but didn't refuse. she brought the piece of meat to his lips, feeding him slowly. The warmth of the meat melted on his tongue, and he was surprised. It wasn't bad. In fact, …

'Huh… this is better than most food I've eaten back on Earth,' he thought, blinking. The herbs left a tingling aftertaste. Energizing. Comforting. 'Earth had spices and techniques, sure… but mana-charged cuisine? That's next level.'

He reached for a slice of bread and gently tore a piece, dipping it in the soup before offering it to Rias. Her eyes widened slightly before her lips curled into a delightful smile and open her mouth take a bite.

"Feeding me too, Daddy?" she said in little teasing tone, her voice soft as silk.

"I figured it's only fair," Leon replied, trying to keep his voice calm, though her presence was clearly affecting him. Her scent—sweet with a hint of floral mana perfume—was intoxicating.

They continued this little dance, feeding each other bite by bite, their fingers occasionally brushing each other lips, their eyes locking more than once. Rias's cheeks flushed with a delicate hue of rose whenever their skin touched, but she didn't shy away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her knee brushing his thigh.

'She's so damn close…' Leon thought, his golden eyes flicking to the soft curve of her lips, the gentle rise of her chest beneath her dress. 'Her heartbeat… it's fast.'

And yet, there was no rush. No pressure. Just warmth and… something tender.

Rias's thoughts, however, were far more flustered beneath her calm surface. 'He looks so different today. Stronger. Bolder. His eyes used to be dull and tired… now they shine like gold. It's like… like he's reborn.' 

She found herself stealing glances as he ate—his sharp jawline, the way his collar lay open, exposing the strong curves of his collarbone and firm strong build chest

Sometimes, when she fed him, her fingers lingered a second too long. When he did the same, her breath caught slightly. Each moment built an invisible thread between them, taut with tension neither spoke aloud.

Leon, despite all the thoughts racing in his head, didn't pull away.

'If a man refuses the advances of a beautiful woman like her, is he really a man?' he mused, amused by his own reasoning. 'Besides… I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.'

Eventually, the meal neared its end. Leon leaned back slightly, resting his hand on the bed, feeling full—not just in stomach, but in soul.

Rias smiled, standing gracefully and began to gather the dishes onto the trolley. "I'll return this to the kitchen. You rest here, Daddy."

He nodded, his golden eyes watching her with appreciation. But before she turned to leave, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

He froze. Her lips were warm. Delicate. It wasn't seductive. It wasn't lustful. It was affectionate.

Leon blinked, frozen for a second. His cheek tingled where her lips had touched. It was the first time a girl had kissed him—even in his past life. He was still a virgin, after all, both in body and heart. He looked at her.

She smiled, playfully but genuinely. As he watched her smile sweetly and leave the room, a memory surfaced—of the former Leon. The memory of the old Leon surfaced. Rias often kissed his cheeks to show affection, and he had always seen it as innocent.

The door closed behind her with a soft click.

The room fell quiet.

Leon stood, slowly walking toward window, the curtains parting around him like the wings of a dark angel. The chill of the night brushed across his bare chest, making the fabric of his open shirt flutter softly. He leaned one hand on the window's edge, golden eyes gazing out into the vast sky above.

Two moons hung like silver and sapphire sentinels in the heavens.

One was large and glowing with a pale white sheen—the Moon of Serenity.

The other, smaller, glimmered with a faint blue hue—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? This one is mine. And I'll live it as I choose—no chains, no regrets."

His thoughts turned sharper, more focused.

From the memories of the former Leon and the knowledge granted by the System, he'd begun to understand just how vast the world of Galvia truly was. A vast and divided continent ruled by four dominant Empires, each devoted to a different deity—the Four Goddesses. The Empire of Light, The Empire of water, The Empire of Terra, and The Empire of Blaze.

These four empires were the true sovereigns of the world— controlled the heart of civilization, dictating law, economy, issuing final judgments, waging great wars, forming and breaking alliances. But between them nestled small kingdom, sects and cult like precious gems or thorns depending on their view, lay minor kingdoms—independent yet swayed by the tides of power.

Moonstone was one of those kingdoms.

"If I want to rise… to take this world… I must begin here. With Moonstone. I must make it mine."

But even that was only the surface.

The System had whispered of forgotten races—ancient beings who lived in isolation, hidden in the far corners of Galvia. Creatures not quite human. Survivors of lost eras, untouched by empire or religion.

And they were not weak.

Their bloodlines, their powers, their truths—if harnessed—could tip the scales of the world itself.

Leon clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing.

"To dominate Galvia, I must rule the kingdoms, overthrow the empires and create a new one… and bend the forgotten to my will."

His ambitions swirled like storm clouds behind his eyes. Power, kingdom, faith, desire. He would make it all his.

But just as his mind spiralled deeper into his thoughts—

Click.

The door creaked open again.

He turned.

And the sight froze him in place.