Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

I dropped the fiery sword to the ground, the weapon clattering against the rubble with a resounding clang.

My breath came in ragged gasps and as I surveyed the battlefield, I saw that the tide of the battle had turned in the mages' favor.

Many of the beast monsters lay dead or dying, their bodies strewn across the rubble. The few that remained were being hunted down and slaughtered by the mages, their elemental magic a fierce and unstoppable force.

The mages themselves had suffered losses, but their numbers were still strong. Their ranks were battered and bruised, but they had held the line and prevailed against the onslaught of beasts.

I spotted Prince Juan and Damon fighting side by side, their blades flashing with elemental magic as they carved a path through the beast monsters.

Juan's face was set with determination, his sword a blur of motion as he cut down enemy after enemy with lethal efficiency.

Damon, too, fought with a fierce intensity, his magic crackling around him as he unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks.

The two of them were a force to be reckoned with, a formidable pair that even the most powerful monsters would hesitate to challenge.

I waded back into the fray, my fans a whirling dervish of deadly motion as I struck down the remaining beast monsters.

The battle was fierce and brutal, but I was a force of nature, my body moving with a speed and grace that was almost otherworldly.

My elemental magic was a raging storm of wind, a tempestuous force that the beasts could not withstand.

At last, the final beast was slain, its body crumpling to the ground in a pool of blood and gore.

Opening my profile, I saw that my battle stats had been updated.

[Here's your profile]

[Name: Levi]

[Level: 4]

[Title: One star mage, Beast Slayer]

[Strength: 56]

[Intelligence: 40]

[Stamina: 43]

[Speed: 50]

[Mana: 680/1000]

[Element: Air]

[Lust points: 0]

I wasn't quite there yet, but I was closer than ever to becoming a two star mage.

****

Later that evening, Luna was walking in the palace hallway, her steps measured and steady as she carried a basket of fresh linens. Her gaze was focused on the task at hand, her expression serene and composed.

I stopped and watched her pass, her graceful figure seeming to glide down the hallway like a gentle breeze.

As Luna passed, her lips curved in a gentle smile, her hair swaying behind her like a river of silk. My eyes traced the curves of her hips, my gaze lingering on the bounce of her bosom as she walked.

I felt a stirring of desire within me, my blood quickening as I made the decision to approach her.

It was a game I was more than willing to play, and I knew that the prize would be well worth the effort.

"Hey, pretty," I called out as Luna passed by, my voice carrying across the distance between us.

At the sound of my voice, Luna froze, her body stiffening as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

Slowly, she turned to face me, her movements mechanical and robotic, as if her mind were struggling to process the information.

"Levi," she said, her voice flat and emotionless, "what do you want with me?"

I cocked my head, a playful smirk on my face as I responded, "Now, now, Luna. That's no way to greet an old friend."

Luna's eyes narrowed into slits of rage as she glared at me, her expression hardened by a mixture of anger and contempt.

"Old friend?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom, "You're no friend of mine, Levi. You think I'd forget how you made a fool of me, planning a meeting and not showing up?"

I chuckled, leaning against the wall in a casual manner as I responded, "Oh, come on, Luna. You can't stay mad at me forever."

Luna's hands clenched into fists, her anger growing by the second as she continued, "Do you have any idea how stupid you made me look? Knocking on that door for hours, like a fool, waiting for you to show up".

"Luna, come on," I said, my voice laced with a hint of exasperation as I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'm sorry if you feel like I made you look like a fool, but it's not like anyone was there to see you."

She turned back to face me, her face a mask of stony anger as she retorted, "You're not sorry. You're never sorry. You're a selfish, arrogant bastard who only cares about himself."

A mask of indignation settled over my features, my eyes flashing with feigned anger as I shot back at Luna, "How dare you say I only care about myself? That's not true at all. I care about many things, Luna. I care about you, I care about my training. That's why I was too exhausted that night to make it to our meeting."

At the sound of my words, Luna's expression softened, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as she listened.

"I really am sorry," I continued, my voice, mock sincere as I met her gaze.

She held my gaze for a long moment, searching my eyes for any sign of duplicity before she finally spoke. Okay.

The corners of my mouth curved into a smirk, the fire in my eyes igniting as I replied, "How about I make it up to you tonight?"

Luna rolled her eyes at my words, her lips pursing into a thin line as she replied, "You're going to stand me up again, aren't you?"

"No, Luna," I insisted, my voice soft and persuasive, "I promise I won't".

She hesitated, her expression uncertain as she regarded me for a long moment before finally relenting. "Fine. I'll come tonight."

Luna turned to leave, but I stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Luna," I said, my voice low and earnest, "can I get a hug before you go? Just a quick one, to say sorry."

She sighed, but allowed me to embrace her. As I wrapped my arms around her, I couldn't resist the temptation to give her buttcheeks a playful squeeze.

Luna gasped and pushed me away, her face flushing with anger as she exclaimed, "You scoundrel! That's not what I meant by a hug!"