Night settled over the mountains, the sky crowded with countless stars.
From the open-air bath attached to the villa, the view was astonishing — clear, cold air, no artificial light, and a sky far brighter than anything seen in the Underworld's dim gloom.
I sat in a chair beside the bath, leisurely gazing upward, when a hand suddenly wrapped around my arm.
"Excuse me."
A soft voice. And a soft weight pressing against me.
Grayfia's breasts.
Completely nude, her pale, voluptuous body exposed, she pressed my arm between those full, heavy mounds. The warmth of her skin — slightly chilled by the outside air — mixed with the slippery lather of soap covering my arm, giving me a wave of comfort that almost made a sigh escape my lips.
Grayfia rubbed my arm using her breasts like a sponge, spreading bubbles from my fingertips to my wrist, then up along my forearm. Each time her breasts shifted and changed shape, my eyes were glued to them. I swallowed thickly.
No matter how often I saw that chest, I never got tired of it. It was lethal for my cock.
My erection jutted up proudly, throbbing, and Grayfia continued her service without a flicker in her expression.
When she finished washing my left arm with her improvised "breast sponge," she rose smoothly and kneeled again beside me, now washing my other hand with equal precision.
Her movements were practiced — so natural it irritated me.
Had she washed her husband like this as well?
The thought stirred jealousy deep in my chest. I didn't know how she met Sirzechs, or how they conceived their child. And because I didn't know, my imagination filled the gaps — imagining Grayfia loving that man, touching him, being touched by him — and it made my blood boil.
This woman was mine. I would never let her belong to anyone else.
Feeling the jealousy spike too fast, I forced myself to cool down.
No need to rush — I would break her down slowly. I had the power to ensure no one could interfere. She would never escape me, though she still clung to the illusion that she might.
I looked at her again.
Unlike her maid appearance, Grayfia had her silver hair tied back neatly, no maid ornaments, nothing formal. Right now she was simply a beautiful, erotic woman using her body to serve me — my personal soap-girl.
Her fingers slid between mine, washing each one gently. Pleasant, ticklish sensations traced my skin — while my cock throbbed proudly, stiff and threatening. Grayfia had seen it countless times, seen it stretch her open, seen it pump my seed into her over and over. She still sometimes reacted with faint fear when she looked at it.
"Wash my back with your breasts… and take care of this at the same time."
I pointed at my erection.
"As you wish," she replied flatly.
Her breasts pressed against my back with a plush, soft weight.
Her hands reached forward from behind — left hand gripping my shaft, right hand teasing the sensitive head. Bubbles coated the glans, turning it pale under the foam, then spread downward as she stroked the entire length.
All the while, those breasts slowly rubbed up and down my back, expanding the warm, slippery sensation.
Just hearing her whisper would make it even better.
For a moment, I considered using that "right" she'd granted me — the right to make her genuinely love me.
But no. Not yet.
I only had two weeks' worth of that privilege; using it carelessly would be wasteful.
"Whisper in my ear," I said instead. Just a simple request.
Grayfia leaned in, lips close to my left ear.
Soft breath brushed my skin as she murmured, "Like this…?"
A shiver jolted down my spine.
"Perfect. So? How were Rias and the others during training today?"
"I believe they have potential. It will take time before results show."
"At this rate, even losing to them on purpose during the Rating Game might be a challenge."
"Please… do lose for Lady Rias' sake."
"I know. I promised, didn't I."
I was the kind of man who honored promises — at least on paper.
So far, I hadn't touched Rias or her servants.
Though my clone was likely already sneaking into their villa preparing to tease Asia. Not touching — just teasing. Well… my cock might get involved.
And during the Rating Game, I'd let them win. Even if they were weak, handicaps would handle it.
"Thank you," Grayfia murmured, stroking me faster.
Precum mixed with bubbles, making wet, slick sounds.
Heat pooled in my lower belly — I was close.
Her large breasts rubbing my back, her hands stroking my shaft — the combination pushed me over the edge. Pleasure surged, sharp and overwhelming.
With a grunt, I climaxed.
Thick white jets burst from my tip, blowing aside the foam.
I thought I heard Grayfia swallow nervously — maybe intimidated by the force and volume again. Thick, concentrated seed splattered onto the stones below, forming a cloudy pool.
She kept stroking, extending my orgasm, milking out every drop.
When my cock finally calmed slightly — though still half-hard — she continued stroking until I stopped her.
"That's enough. This time, I'll wash you."
"Eh…?"
"Don't hesitate. Let me."
She looked confused, uncertain — she clearly wasn't expecting kindness. But it wasn't kindness. I just wanted to touch her beautiful body myself.
"…As you wish."
Her slight frown annoyed me, but I let it pass.
I seated her in the chair and sat behind her, using a sponge to lather her shoulders and back.
In the mirror before us, Grayfia looked uneasy. Was it so strange that I might be gentle? I considered myself trash, yes — but I wasn't incapable of affection. I took care of Rivel, who carried my child, and treated Ravel with some brotherly affection… when she wasn't serving me.
"What's wrong?"
"No… it's nothing."
She clearly didn't trust my motives.
To change the mood, I set aside the sponge and grabbed her breasts with soapy hands.
Both hands squeezed, kneading the heavy flesh, relishing the way it molded between my fingers.
"Your tits really are incredible."
"—…!"
My mouth brushed her ear. She flinched — just a tiny reaction, but noticeable.
Seeing that, I smirked and fondled her harder. She wasn't used to being whispered to; she bit her lip, lowered her head, and endured.
"Your ears are sensitive, huh?"
I whispered again and gently blew into her ear canal.
Her whole body twitched.
Enough teasing for now. I resumed washing her, though I got distracted by the feel of her thighs and ass a few times. Eventually, I rinsed the bubbles away.
"Grayfia. Come here."
I sank into the hot bath up to my shoulders, resting against the wooden rim.
She approached reluctantly, her gorgeous figure glowing red from the steam.
"Sit. You know what I mean."
She glanced at my fully erect cock, then silently obeyed.
Turning her back to me, she lowered herself slowly, guiding the angle with her hand.
Softness brushed my tip — then her tight, hot walls enveloped me as she sank lower, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her.
Her thick, shapely ass pressed against my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, one hand on her breast, the other around her slim waist. With my cock buried deep inside her, she could hardly move.
I rested my chin on her shoulder and admired her beautiful profile.
"Tell me — did you ever bathe with Sirzechs like this?"
"No."
"Really? You washed me like you were used to it."
"When we were younger… a little."
"Hm."
So even that uptight Maou had his moments. Proper, polite, serious — but apparently he'd had enough time to play with her before they had a child.
"And after the kid was born? Did he take care of you?"
"…No. Not really."
There it was — disappointment in her voice.
So, they were sexless.
Ridiculous. If I had a woman like her, I'd fuck her every day.
Maybe Sirzechs was just too busy… or maybe something else. Weak libido? Affair? Hard to imagine. A Maou being sexually weak would be pathetic.
I'd have to investigate. It might help me break Grayfia further.
"In that case, I'll enjoy this sexy body in his place."
I licked her neck, and she said, "Thank you," in a perfectly composed voice — her earlier fragility gone.
It didn't matter. Her mask would crack eventually.
With my cock still buried inside her, I looked up at the stars.
The sky looked even more beautiful with a woman wrapped around my cock.
I thrust lightly, savoring the heat of her body and the hot water around us.
I came inside her as much as I wanted.
"I'll feed you plenty of semen in place of Sirzechs."
"…Thank you…"
Her voice trembled a little. Mentioning her husband clearly destabilized her.
Into the womb of this sex-starved woman, I pumped thick ropes of semen.
I rubbed her lower belly as I ejaculated.
Just one child wouldn't be enough for me — I wanted her to bear ten, a hundred, more.
Enough that she would forget the child she had with Sirzechs. She would birth child after child of mine, raising them with love.
Sirzechs and Milicas… sorry, but I'm never giving her back.
Instead, I'd give them something else to keep their family from collapsing.
I really was a kind man — I thought, continuing to spill my seed into Grayfia.