After taking a short nap, I dressed myself in my familiar suit and waited for Grayfia in my private room. I'd already asked Ravel and the others to leave, so there was no one else inside. In the quiet room, I sat on the edge of the bed, doing nothing in particular as I passed the time.
Before long, I sensed someone approaching the door. A moment later, there was a knock.
"Pardon the intrusion, Lord Riser. May I enter?"
"Come in."
Hearing Grayfia's voice, I granted permission immediately.
The door opened, and Grayfia entered. She wore her usual maid uniform, carrying herself with complete composure. Hard to believe this was the same woman who had gone to meet her husband while disregarding her master. Allegedly, her purpose had been to discuss my engagement with Rias — but even so, she took her sweet time.
"I've been waiting. Come here."
Called by me, Grayfia flinched for a second. Maybe seeing me idle in the room without doing anything looked suspicious to her. But the hesitation lasted only an instant — she approached and halted before me.
"You sure took your time."
"My deepest apologies."
She bowed deeply. She had no intention of making excuses.
"You didn't say anything unnecessary, did you?"
"No. Nothing of the sort."
She answered in her usual calm tone. Whether it was truth or lie, I couldn't tell. I had only watched the footage — I didn't bother checking their voices or words. Grayfia didn't need that level of surveillance.
Not anymore.
"…Well. Fine."
After holding her gaze for a moment, I let it go. Pressing her for an answer wouldn't change anything. And I had other priorities. Those needed to be handled first.
"Grayfia. Tonight again, I want you to keep me company in bed."
"As you command."
She nodded and leaned closer. Normally, I'd take her right there on the bed, but not today. It would be a waste not to use the stage I'd prepared.
I rose and walked toward the teleportation magic circle in the corner.
When I looked back, Grayfia was staring at me with confusion — Isn't this supposed to be a nighttime service? — that kind of expression.
I pointed toward the circle to clear her doubt.
"I've prepared a place worthy for the two of us to make love."
Her shoulders tensed.
"Follow me."
It didn't matter how wary she was. I was her master — she had no right to disobey.
"Yes."
Her voice held quiet resolve.
Together we activated the magic circle and transferred.
The destination was a pseudo-space I created earlier — back when I was sleeping with Asia. Its structure was identical to the fields used in Rating Games. Not a real space — but based on an actual location.
"This is…"
Grayfia slowly looked around. Her soft murmur carried clear surprise.
Of course she would be surprised — this place was deeply familiar to her.
"Welcome to the Gremory residence. A replica, though."
This space was a copy of the Gremory household where she once served — specifically, the private bedroom prepared solely for Sirzechs and Grayfia. No unnecessary furniture. Just a large bed in the center.
She had likely shared her body with Sirzechs here countless times. Naked bodies tangled in sweat, whispers of affection, his seed filling her womb again and again until their child was conceived.
And here — I intended to take Grayfia.
But something was off. Her face had lost its color; her eyes trembled. The memories of her beloved husband filling this room… the idea of me defiling it shook her to the core.
"Does it have to be here…?"
"Oh yes. I went to the trouble of making it. It'd be a waste not to use it."
"Why… why did you choose the Gremory house… this room…?"
"Why? Easy."
I answered immediately.
"So you can compare Sirzechs and me. To see which of us is the superior male."
"That's…"
She cut herself off. She probably wanted to say, Not for such a reason… But voicing that would have insulted me. Yes — it would hurt. I made this place for her, after all. It would be truly sad if she rejected it.
Good thing she held her tongue.
I moved behind Grayfia and placed my hands on her shoulders. She jolted.
"Let's begin."
Gently pressing her back, I guided her forward. One step, then another, toward the bed. Her steps grew heavier.
"Don't resist."
I warned before she could halt completely.
She continued forward. Unable to defy me, she approached the bed and sat timidly at its edge. Looking up at me, she appeared fragile — like a young woman terrified of having her most precious memory shattered.
To calm her, I placed my hands on her shoulders again.
"Relax. This is fake. Not the real thing. Once we're done, it'll break apart and disappear."
She hesitated. She was debating whether she should accept my words. But the emotional attachment to this place ran deep — it took time for her to swallow it.
"…I understand…"
Despite everything, she was strong. Once she decided, the trembling vanished from her eyes and body as if it had never existed.
Good. I didn't regret doing this. She would accept it sooner or later — that this was just a replica, and that the man before her was only her master in title. No need to bleed her heart over it.
That's right. This was fine. Devils have all the time in the world. Even more so in this dimension.
I'd break her down slowly.
Still holding her shoulders, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers.
"Mnh…"
A soft kiss. I held it for several seconds, then slipped my tongue forward. I pried her lips apart and entered. Immediately, our tongues met — warm, responsive. Grayfia entwined hers around mine.
Nchu… nuchu… slick sounds echoed as our tongues writhed together. I enjoyed the sound, intertwining again and again, mixing our saliva. I made her swallow everything I poured into her, and wettened her mouth anew.
No words. Only the quietness of our kiss. The clock on the wall didn't tick; the purple sky beyond the windows mirrored the Underworld.
After a while, I withdrew my tongue. Grayfia closed her mouth and swallowed. She had no saliva left from me — meaning she drank every drop, showing her "loyalty."
A facade, of course. I knew that. So I moved to the next step.
"Ah…"
I pushed her down and reached for her legs. Lifting her long skirt revealed her pale thighs — soft, full, and enticing. Spreading them apart, I saw her underwear.
White today. Black was wonderful too, but white had that pure charm.
I traced my finger over the fabric. Good reaction — the slit twitched under the touch. No matter what she thought, her body recognized me as the male she'd taken repeatedly.
No roughness this time — gentle, attentive strokes. I watched her reactions and adjusted my pace precisely. Soon her pussy loosened up.
Then I shifted her panty aside to expose her directly.
Parting the lips revealed a pink, glistening pussy, ready to be eaten. Clear juices dripped down, the entrance twitching greedily. Hard to believe this was a womb that had already carried a child — the tightness looked almost untouched.
Yes. That gave me an idea.
I immediately acted.
I focused power into my fingertip — the same kind I used to construct this space.
Then I aimed it at her pussy.
"Ah— w-what are you…?"
Grayfia's body jerked. She tried to pull away, but I held her thighs tight.
And then my power manifested.
Her hymen — the one Sirzechs had torn — regenerated. Within seconds, it reformed into its original state.
"Just like a virgin again."
Understanding what I did, Grayfia's face froze. Tongue tracing her slit, licking her juices, my touches couldn't coax words out of her. Terror and disgust toward something incomprehensible spread across her expression.
Not a face to show her master — but I was in a good mood. I let it slide.
To savor the membrane I'd soon break, I thoroughly licked her pussy. Tongue sliding in, thrashing inside, brushing the fresh hymen lightly. The tightness pushed back, but I fought through, coating everything with my saliva.
Juices and spit mixed into a messy pool. Her juices outweighed my spit — understandable, since I'd been fucking her repeatedly for this purpose.
"Nn… kh…"
Grayfia moaned. My unusually slow, gentle play softened her resistance. Her thighs trembled under the creeping pleasure.
Her juices grew even thicker. I scooped them with my tongue and swallowed.
Sweet. Once I was inside her, it would feel even better.
But I wasn't ready yet.
I raised my face and unbuckled my belt, pulling down my pants and underwear.
My cock sprang up instantly erect. I grabbed it and pointed it at her.
"Make me feel good too. Thoroughly tonight."
At my command, Grayfia slowly pushed herself up. Her body moved sluggishly — my careful teasing had melted her nerves.
Panting softly, she brought her lips to my tip.
She kissed my glans with a soft chuu, then opened her mouth and licked it, tracing slow circles around it. Clockwise, then counterclockwise.
My tip glistened with her saliva, and my shaft twitched.
She held my cock with one hand, cupped my balls with the other, rubbing them warmly.
"Mnn… glup… nupu… jyuru… gupo… jupo…"
She engulfed my shaft, sucking greedily. Releasing my cock to stroke my balls with both hands, she bobbed her head, letting her tight mouth glide along the length.
Her cheeks squeezed my shaft; her tongue followed each movement. The back of her throat tapped against my tip gently with each thrust. She didn't gag — she accepted me smoothly, swallowing my spit-covered cock.
Different from usual. The room's association with Sirzechs must have gotten into her head. Meaning she had probably given him service like this too.
A spark of jealousy flickered in me.
"Chupu… guchu… rero… reroo… jyururu…"
Whether aware or not, she intensified her movements. Her silver hair swayed as she took me all the way in, using her throat, stimulating every inch.
I relaxed, surrendering my hips to her mouth. The pleasure raced up my spine—
—And I exploded.
"Chuu… jyururu… gupu… chuu… jubuu… gopu…"
She drank everything. Each pulse of semen was caught in her mouth and swallowed. She worked through the thick, sticky load without wasting a drop.
Even exhausted, she completed her task perfectly. She looked up at me with dazed eyes, opened her mouth to show the pooled semen, then swallowed and displayed her empty tongue.
Even the last bits in my urethra were sucked out.
When she finally released my cock, it was glossy with a thin layer of saliva.
Afterward, she averted her gaze, regret clouding her expression — likely remembering she once did this for Sirzechs. Guilt hung in her eyes.
Yes… choosing this place had been worth it.
Calmed after the first release, I hardened again quickly. Grayfia wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked it, making wet nuchi nuchi sounds.
"What will you do…?" she asked quietly.
I grinned.
"I'll take your second virginity."
"…Yes…"
Unenthusiastically, she lay back on the bed. Her eyes — cold and silver — watched me, determined to keep her expression businesslike.
And now, the true performance began. Stealing her "virginity" again was just a bonus — the real show was something else.
Grabbing her hips, I pressed my cock to her wet entrance and slowly pushed forward—