Leon leaned back in his bed, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he stared at the flushed woman before him. “Will you break your word, Madam Derisa?” he asked, voice low and teasing.
Derisa’s face burned a deep crimson. “F-Fine, but only a kiss… and fast,” she stammered, her voice trembling. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips parting ever so slightly.
Leon’s eyes softened. He reached out, cupping her warm cheeks in his hands. “Remis…” he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin as he closed the distance between them.
The moment their lips touched, a system message flickered into his vision:
[Warning: Due to high-level difference, skill had no effect on Target.]
‘Damn it… I knew it,’ Leon thought bitterly. ‘My level decides who my skills work on. She’s too strong — I can’t use them on her.’
Still, the feeling of her lips against his was electric, soft and delicate like marshmallow silk. His heart raced, his body stirred, and his mind wandered to dangerous places.
Before he could deepen the kiss, Derisa jerked back, breathless and trembling.
“Huh…? What happened? I thought we were going for a full minute—”
“I-I’m sorry, but this is too much. I… I can’t,” she blurted, face redder than before. Without another word, she spun around and hurried toward the exit.
Leon blinked in surprise. His mind whirled, curiosity burning inside him.
[Name: Derisa Demar]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Age: 38]
[Mana: ??]
[HP: ??]
[Description: Flustered from the first kiss of her life.]
‘First kiss? Are you kidding me?! I thought she was married or something… Damn. No wonder she pulled away like that. Still, I got to kiss a MILF. Not bad,’ Leon thought with a smirk as indecent images filled his mind, his body reacting against his will.
Suddenly —
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
A loud, rhythmic clapping sound shattered his thoughts.
“What the…?” Leon muttered, his head snapping toward the source of the noise.
Curiosity burning, he forced himself to stand. His muscles screamed in protest, his legs tingling like they were crawling with ants.
“Fucking hell…” he hissed under his breath, staggering toward the wooden door.
He pushed it open to reveal a massive hall beyond. Rows of wooden benches stretched out, filled with people chatting and smiling. At the front stood an ornate white altar, illuminated by a large stained-glass window depicting angels, demons, and strange, incomprehensible symbols.
Children sat eagerly at the front rows while the adults filled the back. On the altar stood an elderly nun, her face wrinkled with age and wisdom. Beside her was the same “MILF sister” Leon had met earlier — her gentle smile hadn’t faded.
“Next will be Azron,” the old nun announced.
A ripple of murmurs passed through the crowd before a young man stood up. He was tall, muscular, and walked with a cocky swagger. His grin widened as he flexed his arms, clearly showing off for the girls.
Leon raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is wrong with this guy?” he muttered under his breath.
Azron strode to the altar and bowed deeply.
“May God give you a class worthy of your body and soul,” the elder nun intoned. The MILF sister held up a glowing green orb.
“Place your hand on the orb,” she instructed gently.
Azron smirked and slapped his hand onto it with confidence. The orb shimmered, golden symbols dancing within.
[Chef]
The hall went dead silent.
“W-What?!” Azron blurted, his voice trembling. “But Sister, look at me! This has to be wrong—”
The elder nun’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Are you questioning the holy orb of classification?”
Azron paled. “N-No, Ma’am…” He slunk off the stage, his earlier arrogance shattered.
“Next… Leon Luster.”
Leon froze. For a moment, his heart stopped. He barely registered the MILF sister whispering something to the elder nun.
“Ah, I see…” the old nun said, nodding. “Next one will be—”
“I’m here,” Leon cut in, voice loud and steady.
Every head turned toward him. Murmurs spread like wildfire.
“That’s him? The idiot who fought the Demonic Wolf?”
“Yeah, he only survived because Madam Derisa saved him.”
“What a fool.”
“Or maybe he’s brave.”
Leon ignored the whispers. He walked toward the altar, his head held high despite the pain.
“Are you alright, child?” the MILF sister asked softly, concern flickering in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Leon replied.
The elder nun nodded approvingly. “Your head.”
Leon bowed, and the elder nun placed her star symbol against his forehead. Her voice was steady as she recited the same blessing.
The MILF sister stepped forward, holding the orb toward him. “Now, place your hand on the ball.”
Leon didn’t hesitate. His palm pressed against the cool surface — and the orb exploded with light.
[ALCHEMIST]
The room fell into stunned silence.
Leon blinked. ‘…What the hell?’