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After dying in an oddly anticlimactic vending machine accident, Kazuki Ren is reincarnated in the demon realm—not as a hero, not as a villain, but as the only human male student enrolled at the mysterious Academy of Ruin, a school where all the professors are demon lords and all the students are powerful, beautiful she-demons.

Ren is told he has one task: survive.

But there’s a catch. The Academy’s darkest secret is about to awaken, and Ren holds a hidden power that could either destroy the demon world... or rule it.
Now surrounded by seductive demons with hidden motives, eldritch tomes, forbidden dungeons, and twisted exams, Ren must master his ability—or be consumed.

Magic, mystery, danger, and temptation await in this dark academia harem fantasy.

My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls

I never thought I'd wake up to the sight of a gaping hole where the Academy's main gate used to be, but there it was—jagged obsidian columns split like cracked bones, the morning sun spilling through in uneven shards. Students and professors milled around, eyes wide. Lilith strolled up in her usual unflappable way, her heels clicking off–beat against the broken stone.

"Architect," she called, voice cool. "Your next lesson awaits."

Before I could ask what catastrophe needed fixing today, Yuria bounded up. "You should've seen the look on that gargoyle guard's face when it realized it was a door, not a statue!"

I winced. "Great. First call I make is emergency reconstruction?"

She laughed, lightning dancing along her arms. "Nah—you get the fun part. Go see what the Council wants."

Council summons were never "fun," but I jogged ahead to the empty throne room, its crimson carpets now dusty and stained. At the dais sat Umbra, his cloak of shadows pooling around him. Next to him, Astraea—scarred, solemn—stood watching me coolly.

"Rise," Umbra's voice boomed. "The rebels struck the Gate of Binding. Their goal: flood the Academy with shadow wraiths."

Astraea folded her arms. "They'll come tonight. You must lead the defense."

My stomach dropped. "Tonight? How many?"

Umbra's eyes glinted. "Enough to overrun the perimeter in under an hour."

Lilith clapped once. "Let's show them why humans shouldn't mock demon hospitality." She handed me a carved obsidian rod. "Channel the Gate's seal—your shard resonates with it."

I swallowed and took the rod. Its runes hummed under my fingers. Outside, the courtyard gates groaned as shadow wraiths seeped through the tear in reality.

I raised the rod and drew on the Heart Shard's warmth. Golden glyphs spiraled around me, searing into the broken gate's runes. A pulse of light snapped outward; wraiths screeched as the gate's rift reknit, swallowing them in flame and shadow.

When the dust cleared, only silence remained. The gate stood whole—terribly whole, as if it had never cracked.

Yuria punched the air. "Nice save!"

I exhaled, legs wobbly. "Let's never do that again."

Lilith's smile was proud, cold. "Well done, Architect. But remember—tonight's battle was only the opening act."

Echoes Under the Spire