Chapter 411: Grayfia (Part 2)
As life energy was infused, two streams of magical radiance emerged from the cores of their bodies.
One was pale blue, the other silver-white.
Before the peak pleasure could fully subside, Grayfia once again felt joy and excitement emanating from the depths of her soul.
After undergoing his second life metamorphosis and becoming a deity-level powerhouse, Haruto's life energy and cultivation effects had been enhanced once more.
The silver-haired beauty now felt not only physically filled but also spiritually saturated. The obsession that had troubled her for years gradually faded under the relentless waves of sensation.
Her long-stagnant strength improved slightly, and the once distant threshold seemed to vaguely appear before her eyes.
Simultaneously, Haruto, aside from replicating bloodlines and talents as usual, gained a visible boost in power from the soul-and-body union of their dual cultivation.
His previously somewhat unstable deity-level aura gradually solidified as he absorbed decades of Grayfia's yin essence, with the blue and silver energies circulating and merging. He steadily advanced toward the middle-rank deity realm.
Similar to the transition from martial arts to immortal dao, there are numerous tiers below the celestial immortal stage. The so-called deity level also encompasses many ranks, with upper, middle, and lower classes being the most basic division.
In detail, using this world's terminology, it roughly includes: Deity-level, Chief God-level, Heavenly Dragon-level, Transcendent, Upper-rank Deity...
It's complex, and due to the unique nature of Sacred Gears, there's no clear boundary in terms of power.
Thus, Haruto's innate soul talent simply categorized them into upper, middle, and lower ranks, aligning them with immortal dao realms to intuitively reflect his current level.
Entwined with Grayfia, Haruto contemplated the gains from their dual cultivation. While rejoicing inwardly, the restless flames within him began to burn anew.
One had been neglected for years, nearly reduced to a breeding machine, never truly understanding the depths of passion between a man and a woman.
The other had just overcome his inner demons and was finally intimate with the beauty he had long admired—there was no way a single round would suffice.
Even though it was still daytime, even though Grayfia had unfinished work, and even though the commotion from Haruto's breakthrough had drawn many eyes, after their first dual cultivation session, the two unconsciously embarked on a second fervent battle.
While the two were fully indulging in passion and diligently cultivating, Venelana—who bore a striking resemblance to Rias, almost identical except for her hair color—had finally finished dealing with all the devils who came seeking information.
The matriarch of the Gremory family, a pure-blooded devil from the Bael family's main lineage and a former prodigy girl, rubbed her fair and smooth forehead with slight helplessness.
Her flaxen, silky hair swayed gently with the movement, exuding an aura of mature elegance.
After staying alone for a while, as her irritation subsided, Venelana once again sensed the cultivation room of her daughter-in-law.
"Hmm? This aura really isn't Grayfia's, but it does feel somewhat familiar..."
She detected the residual aura left by Haruto's breakthrough, but as they had never interacted deeply, she couldn't immediately identify it.
After waiting a while longer and still seeing no sign of Grayfia coming forward to explain, the beauty once known as the "Flaxen-Haired Lady of Annihilation" could no longer restrain herself and proactively headed toward her daughter-in-law's room.
Passing through many areas along the way, the working servants paused their tasks to respectfully greet her, curious about why the matriarch was inspecting at this hour instead of taking her afternoon rest, though none dared to ask.
Venelana nodded lightly, signaling for them to return to their duties.
The closer she got to Grayfia's room, the fewer servants she encountered. Before even reaching the end of the corridor, there was no one in sight.
As the head maid, Grayfia managed the other maids while also handling her own duties, though hers were relatively lighter.
Since she had work to do, she took responsibility for maintaining this residential area herself.
Coupled with her unique status, unless absolutely necessary, no unnecessary individuals would appear nearby.
The spotless corridor was utterly silent as Venelana drew nearer to her daughter-in-law's bedroom. The closer she got, the clearer strange noises became—seemingly a mix of panting and moaning, as if someone were engaged in intense physical training or enduring some form of strain.
Casually probing with her senses would be highly impolite; earlier, Venelana had only briefly sensed the aura.
Moreover, having long been without nighttime activities—or rather, having deliberately suppressed her inner desires over the years and avoiding thoughts of intimate matters—she didn't immediately grasp the truth of the situation.
Standing at the door, the strange noises grew even more distinct. After listening for a moment, Venelana felt as if something within her was about to break free, her entire body growing restless and agitated.
Just as this sensation became almost unbearable, she dared not listen further and instinctively raised her hand to knock on the door.
Knock knock—
"Grayfia, are you in there?"
The moment Venelana's gentle voice sounded, the strange noises in the room abruptly ceased. After a long pause, two barely suppressed groans and moans intermittently drifted out.
The slender beauty with flaxen hair felt her cheeks flush, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as peculiar thoughts began to surface in her mind.
But she quickly brushed these ideas aside.
Grayfia was her daughter-in-law, the wife of the current strongest Satan in the Underworld, herself a Satan-Class powerhouse who held titles like the strongest Queen and the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation. How could she possibly be doing that in her own room?
Hmm... Could it be that she's been lonely for too long and is... comforting herself?
Venelana instinctively thought of the exercise she occasionally did in the dead of night, but surely one wouldn't be unable to resist doing it in broad daylight...
Moreover, there was an unfamiliar presence in the room, identical to the aura left behind by the master of the earlier towering pillar of light—the powerhouse who had broken through to the god-level in the training chamber.
As her thoughts raced, Venelana called out again, "Grayfia?"
Inside the room, the sudden arrival of Venelana had stimulated Haruto and Grayfia, causing them to reach climax simultaneously.
Fortunately, Haruto reacted quickly, promptly covering the silver-haired beauty's small mouth to prevent the lewd moans from being fully exposed.
After a moment to recover, Haruto quickly released his hand from Grayfia's pink lips, allowing her to respond to the inquiry from outside. However, his massive dragon remained deeply embedded in the silver-haired beauty's tender, slick passage.
"Mmm... Madam, is there something you need?"
Grayfia suppressed the stimulation as much as possible, striving to sound as calm and serious as usual in her response.
Just as she struggled to deal with Venelana's sudden arrival, Haruto slowly withdrew his still-erect dragon and turned her voluptuous, sensual body over.
Haruto moved behind the silver-haired beauty, embracing her full, perky snow-white buttocks and positioning her toward the door so she could better answer Venelana's questions. At the same time, his slick, glistening dragon pressed against her delicate, tightly wrinkled pink bud.
Feeling the fiery, massive head of his dragon slowly squeezing into her untouched chrysanthemum with the aid of their bodily fluids, the silver-haired beauty turned her head and shot Haruto a resentful, lingering glare.
Her first time with her mouth had already been taken by Haruto, and now it was clear he had no intention of sparing her back door, intending to domineeringly claim its virginity as well.
If Venelana weren't just a door away, if Venelana weren't her mother-in-law, Grayfia would have gladly cooperated with Haruto. But in this situation, she was nearly paralyzed with nervousness, far from being in the mood for such pleasures.
Yet Haruto paid no heed to the silver-haired beauty's feelings. After the initial shock and stimulation, the thought of the flaxen-haired lady of destruction just outside the door only made him increasingly excited.
"Grayfia, you're in there? May I come in?"
Hearing Grayfia's response, Venelana felt somewhat relieved, chastising herself for her earlier wild imaginings.
"Ah... mmm..."
At that moment, the silver-haired beauty was desperately covering her mouth, feeling the fullness of the dragon forcibly entering her delicate chrysanthemum, barely managing to stifle the lewd gasps in her throat.
The thick, fiery dragon was almost fully inside, thrusting rhythmically within Grayfia's tight, warm bud.
"Mmm..."
Enduring the discomfort in her back door and tightly clenching around the scorching intrusion, the silver-haired beauty parted her lips and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "I... I'm not decent right now... Mmm... I'm sorry... Madam, could we... discuss this later?"
After thinking for a moment, she couldn't come up with a good excuse and simply said she wasn't decent, leaving Venelana to speculate on the reason.
Sure enough, although she found her daughter-in-law's behavior somewhat strange, Venelana didn't overthink it and merely asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"N-No, thank you for your concern, Madam."
"Are you really alright? You don't need to be formal with me, after all, you're also my daughter-in-law..."
Venelana's voice paused, "Could it be because of that aura that erupted earlier?"
Hearing this, Grayfia grew even more tense, her newly bloomed chrysanthemum tightening further, growing hotter and more constricting. "N-No, I'm really fine. That aura was Haruto... it was the Red Dragon Emperor..."
"That little one?"
Venelana pondered thoughtfully, carefully recalling that it did indeed seem to be Haruto's aura, though it had grown immeasurably stronger.
Seizing the opportunity, Grayfia glanced back at the troublesome Haruto, wanting him to hurry up. If they delayed any longer, Venelana might notice something.
But Haruto merely wore an excited smile on his face, his already thrusting dragon simply plunging in again before stopping completely.
From his expression, it was clear he wanted Grayfia to sway her seductive snow-white hips herself, using her inexperienced chrysanthemum to milk out his essence.
With no other choice, and with her mother-in-law watching intently outside the door, Grayfia had no choice but to actively tighten her pink budding chrysanthemum, swaying her slender waist and full fleshy hips back and forth, swallowing and releasing that purplish-red giant.
The thick, hard, burning dragon rubbed against her soft chrysanthemum flesh, scorching the delicate membrane.
As she actively stroked and soothed Haruto's dragon, Grayfia surprisingly began to feel sensations awakening within herself too.
The silver-haired beauty's already climaxed twice moist valley gradually responded as well, secreting transparent, slippery honey once again.
As the sharp, burning pain gradually faded, the silver-haired beauty's chrysanthemum adapted to its lewd role at an astonishing speed. The more she felt the presence of that full, fiery giant, the more Grayfia gradually discovered that this new form of intimacy seemed rather enjoyable too.
"Grayfia, why is that little Haruto breaking through in your training room? And it seems like he's reaching god-level?"
Outside the door, Venelana, having regained her composure, asked again while curiously adding, "Are you available now? I'd like to come in and discuss this matter in detail with you."
In her view, even if Grayfia had been occupied earlier with something intimate, she should have tidied up by now.
But the flaxen-haired beauty could never have imagined that Grayfia would be bold enough to engage in an affair with her future son-in-law just beyond the door, almost right in front of her.
Actually, it wasn't Grayfia who was bold, but Haruto.
The silver-haired beauty currently had no ability to resist Haruto's advances and could only yield to his demands.
Haruto had long harbored desires for this beautiful and seductive woman who looked exactly like Rias except for her hair color—his 'mother' figure.
He had originally planned to confess his feelings to her alone someday, just like he did with Grayfia this time, regardless of whether he succeeded or not, to face his desires directly.
But unexpectedly, before he could make his move, this flaxen-haired destructive lady... well, she should be called a mature woman now, had actually delivered herself to him.
"Just a moment, just a moment."
Grayfia glanced back at Haruto with a resentful look, and Haruto, understanding the urgency of the situation, lifted her snow-white hips and actively thrust into her chrysanthemum.
The silver-haired beauty's chrysanthemum was hot and tight, and soon Haruto felt his dragon reaching the edge of release under this tight pressure.
So he deeply inserted his dragon once more, and as her jade balls tightened, he injected streams of hot, turbid white life essence into her newly opened pink chrysanthemum.