The phoenix fire illuminated the midnight darkness.
I stood at the window of my room, spreading the wings of flame from my back.
I looked at those wings extending from my usual red suit, confirming that nothing was wrong.
It had been a while since I brought them out, but they seemed fine.
The wings and falling sparks didn't burn my suit or the carpet.
I could control what they burned.
"Aah… your flames are wonderful, Brother…"
Ravel's delighted voice reached my ears.
Right now, Ravel was massaging my dick, already stiff and throbbing as night fell.
With her hands braced against the window, she stuck her ass out, holding my cock tightly inside her narrow pussy.
Warm slickness and firm pressure kept attacking my shaft without pause.
I gripped Ravel's slim waist through her dress and pushed my cock deep into her.
"Ahhn…"
She looked back at me with a sweet smile.
I smiled back at my beloved sister and pressed my glans against her cervix.
Enjoying the way her inner walls tightened even more closely around me, I reached toward the ashtray on the table behind her.
I took the half-burned cigarette pinched between my fingers and brought it to my lips.
I drew deeply, burning it almost to the filter, then exhaled.
"Fuuu…"
Most of the smoke washed over Ravel.
She let it fall on her face and hair without a single change in expression.
I gave her devoted, adorable ass a light smack, feeling the shiver of pleasure that ran through her body travel up into my cock.
Then I crushed the nearly spent cigarette in the ashtray.
Charged.
I released her waist and grabbed her rich twin-tails.
With no restraint at all—like holding the reins of a horse—I forced Ravel to face forward.
Staring down at the nape of her neck, I moved my hips back and forth.
Today was the day of the Rating Game.
An important day.
Before the match began, I'd called Ravel to my room for a quick release.
Or so I'd said—
but I'd already come several times.
Well within margin of error.
"Ahh— Brother— brother— nn— ahh—!"
"You're noisy."
"Aah— s-sorry—!"
I tugged her twin-tails to shut her up.
Ravel desperately held back her moans, and that trembling gave my cock the perfect stimulation.
Like a vibrating onahole.
I fucked her with rough, merciless thrusts suited to a disposable toy, heightening my mood.
My cock slammed her insides again and again.
Pre-cum spattered, lubricating the already slick canal and letting me go even harder.
Her pussy, which had memorized my shape, squeezed me with just the right pressure—never too tight, never too loose—helping me finish just the way I liked.
Bubyu-ruru— doburu— dokun— bubyu-byu— dokun— dopun—
My semen rampaged inside her depths.
I felt the warmth of it filling her womb, pressing back against my glans as I pumped load after load into her.
The pleasure was utterly different from smoking—
something that made my whole body sing.
I kept that position for a while, soaking in the aftershocks.
"You can make noise now."
"H-haa… nn…"
Ravel let out a fragile voice.
If I hadn't been holding her up by her twin-tails, she would have collapsed completely.
Imagining the slack, bliss-drunk expression on her face, I shoved one last pulse of ejaculation directly into her womb.
As I basked in the lingering pleasure—
the corner of the room suddenly lit up.
A magic circle was activating.
So it had arrived.
I turned toward it, and just as expected, Grayfia appeared.
Her beautiful face held light makeup, and her usual maid uniform wrapped her body as she looked at me with calm eyes.
Her gaze shifted to Ravel, then back to me.
"Riser-sama. As scheduled, the game will begin at midnight Japan time."
I looked at the clock on the wall.
Only about twenty minutes remained before the start.
Since reincarnating as Riser, this was my first Rating Game.
Normally I'd avoid something this troublesome, but this time I couldn't.
I'd already received compensation from Grayfia.
I had to act the clown in the match…
and lose to Rias.
"Are you prepared?"
"Yeah. I'm good."
I folded away my flame wings, leaving only the glow of the magic circle to light the dark room.
"Where are your other servants…?"
She noticed only Ravel and me here.
She watched as I pulled my cock, slick with Ravel's juices, out of her and tucked it into my pants, then lifted her limp body into my arms.
Her eyebrows tightened in suspicion.
"Looking for us?"
A woman's voice answered.
Grayfia's expression froze for an instant.
She must have only just noticed them.
Her gaze snapped behind me in alarm.
Three women stood against the wall.
Their hair colors and body builds differed completely, but all three wore the same outfit:
a black, ultra-thin leotard bodysuit with matching gloves, stockings, and high heels.
Round cutouts exposed their nipples and crotches, adorned with nipple piercings and clit piercings.
More striking than that—
visible even through the suit—
were the glowing purple lust-crests on their skin, and the massive vibrators buried deep inside their pussies.
Those vibrators were my custom-made devices—
they couldn't be removed without my permission.
No risk of letting some other man's dick inside.
And at fixed intervals, the tip released my semen, washing their wombs with my genes.
It didn't look like combat attire at all—
but this was their uniform and battle gear.
I gently laid Ravel on the bed and spoke to my slaves.
"Are you three ready?"
"Yes!"
They saluted beautifully in unison.
Grayfia regained composure and looked at the three as she spoke.
"Queen Yubelluna-sama.
Bishop Mihae-sama.
Rook Isabella-sama.
Is that correct?"
All names of my servants—
but the women standing here weren't them.
Only the types of Evil Pieces assigned to them matched.
Their appearances were entirely different.
There was no way Grayfia would mistake them…
Unless something was interfering with her perception.
The three women—
now wearing the faces of Himejima Akeno, Asia Argento, and Koneko—
smirked coldly.
Thanks to my ability, everyone's recognition of them had been altered.
No one could perceive them as Gremory servants.
Their smiles were invisible to anyone but me.
The women before us were—
to everyone else—
merely Riser Phenex's servants.
This recognition overhaul worked even on Maou-class devils.
They themselves also held permission to manipulate specific people's recognition.
Meaning—
we could play freely without fear of reproach.
What the three women wore were not merely disguises—
they truly looked like Gremory's servants.
Their smiles were gentle and elegant, identical to the real ones.
"Yubelluna."
"Yes, Riser-sama."
She answered with Akeno's face.
"Mihae."
"Yes, Riser-sama."
She answered with Asia's face.
"Isabella."
"Yes, Riser-sama."
She answered with Koneko's face.
Their beauty was undeniable.
Even knowing they were imitations, the quality was perfect—
movement, presence, expressions, all indistinguishable from the originals.
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
"…You changed again?"
"Yes."
"Of course."
"Naturally."
Their voices overlapped.
These three could assume any appearance I ordered.
Beautiful, compliant, and eager to please—
exactly the kind of women I preferred.
"Good.
We'll leave soon."
I picked Ravel up from the bed and nodded to the three.
Grayfia remained silent, observing us with that detached calm.
The magic circle beneath her glowed faintly.
"…Shall I transfer you now?"
"Yeah."
With Ravel still trembling faintly in my arms, I stepped into the circle.
The three behind me followed, heels tapping lightly on the floor.
"Riser-sama… good luck," Grayfia said quietly.
I smirked.
"Luck? I don't need it."
Light engulfed us—
And we were transported.
The Rating Game field.
The environment resembled a familiar school campus.
Ravel clung to me, still recovering, her cheeks flushed.
I set her down gently.
"Go rest.
I'll handle the rest."
"Y-yes, Brother…"
She stepped back obediently, leaning against a wall, thighs pressed together, trying to keep my semen from dripping out of her.
My three "servants" spread out around me.
Their footsteps echoed erotically—
heels clicking, hips swaying, breasts bouncing subtly beneath the leotards.
Their expressions sharpened into battle-ready smiles.
"Time to begin?"
"Yes."
"I'm ready."
"Let's go."
I nodded—
And the first tremor of battle echoed in the fake campus.
A distant explosion.
Followed by screams.
The three exchanged glances.
"…They've already started fighting."
I extinguished the flame on my wings and rotated my shoulders.
"Good.
Let's go join them."
We walked.
The school building ahead trembled—
something slammed into a wall and burst through it.
Dust filled the air.
And then—
I saw him.
Issei Hyoudou.
Adult.
Armored.
Bleeding.
Barely standing.
And before him—
One of my "servants," wearing Asia's face.
She tilted her head, smiling sweetly, completely unhurt.
"Ah, Issei-san.
I was wondering when you'd arrive."
Issei staggered back, panting.
"You… you're not… Asia…"
Her smile widened.
"No.
But it's all the same for you, isn't it?"
She walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps.
Issei tried to run.
She caught him instantly.
"One moment."
Her hands reached forward—
And grabbed him.
Issei choked.
"W-what—!?"
Her arms wrapped around him—
gently, almost lovingly—
then tightened like a trap.
Her fingers traced his jawline.
"You're scared.
How adorable."
She brought her lips close to his ear.
"Let's play."
Her voice melted into sweetness.
And Issei screamed.
A sharp, tearing cry filled the hallway.
He fell to his knees.
She pinned him down effortlessly.
He tried to resist—
She leaned in, breasts pressing against his chest.
"Struggling is pointless."
Issei gasped shallow breaths, trying to twist free.
But her strength—
the strength of a Rook—
was far beyond his.
She looked down at him with Asia's face twisted into something cruel.
"Your body reacts so honestly."
Her fingers slid lower—
Issei froze.
"N-no…
Don't—"
But her smile only widened.
"Let's make you feel good, Issei-san."
At that moment, the hallway behind us exploded.
Debris fell everywhere.
Through the dust—
Another appeared.
A second woman with Koneko's face.
She stepped lightly, licking her lips.
"Found him."
"Don't hog him," Akeno-smiled one said teasingly.
Issei's face paled.
"You… you're monsters—"
Koneko-smile one crouched behind him.
Her hand wrapped around his throat gently.
"We know."
They pushed him down—
Pressing him onto the broken floor—
Both of them on top of him.
He thrashed.
They pinned him easily.
I watched from afar, thoughts calm.
This was the enemy's fault.
They entered my domain.
They encountered my pieces.
Simple.
Ravel peeked from behind me nervously.
"Brother… that person… Issei…"
I shrugged.
"I don't care what happens to him right now."
My role in this match was predetermined.
Lose.
Gracefully.
But until then—
I could enjoy myself.
"Riser-sama."
Akeno-smile one looked back at me, smiling with sultry eyes.
"Should we break him?"
Koneko-smile one pressed him harder to the floor.
"Or should we play with him first?"
I thought for a moment, then answered:
"…Do whatever you want."
Their smiles sharpened.
"Gladly."
Issei's terrified scream echoed.
Ravel trembled beside me.
At that moment—
A third voice emerged.
Soft. Sweet.
"I've arrived too."
The actual Bishop-type imitation—Asia-face—walked forward with fluid grace.
Issei saw her and choked.
"A… Asia…? No… no… the real one… the real one wouldn't…"
The false Asia cupped his cheek tenderly.
"It's okay, Issei-san."
She leaned down—
Her lips brushing his—
Her eyes empty.
"I'll take good care of you."
He convulsed.
The three of them surrounded him.
Pinned him.
Held him.
Smiled down at him with perfect, gentle faces that weren't real.
I turned my back on them.
"Let's move.
We have other roles to perform."
Ravel followed hesitantly.
Behind us—
Issei's cries echoed down the hallway.