Pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cock as the glans closed the distance to her pussy. Sensing its approach, her slit twitched faintly. Grayfia's heart still rejected me, but the body I had thoroughly tasted responded eagerly, spilling a small bead of nectar that made her cheeks burn red in humiliation.
"Watch closely."
Before she could avert her eyes, I moved.
My cock touched her entrance. Before pushing in completely, I decided to savor the softness of her folds. I rubbed my shaft along her pussy, smearing pre-cum everywhere. The spot already wet with her juices became even filthier, our fluids mixing each time we made contact.
Guchu… nucha… pachu…
Just the outer parts of our genitals brushing was enough to make both of us throb with excitement. My cock, already rock-hard, stiffened further, transforming into a heavy, imposing rod, trembling with anticipation.
Enough.
I aligned my glans with her entrance and pushed forward.
The freshly regenerated hymen resisted as I pressed against it. I slowly sank into her, but the membrane didn't tear yet. More force would be needed. Locking eyes with Grayfia, I gradually applied pressure, deliberately stretching the membrane apart.
"—kh… ah… aaah…"
The pain of losing her virginity shouldn't mean much to her anymore—yet her face tightened, and a strained sound escaped her lips. Something she had once given to her husband was revived, only to be taken again right before her eyes.
"Your virginity belongs to me."
Thrashing my possessiveness onto her, I thrust forward and tore through the membrane.
Buchi… zupu… zupupu…
Breaking through her, my cock plunged deep inside as usual. Warm blood trickled down our point of connection, but I didn't care. Aside from the membrane, everything else welcomed me, her hot walls embracing me as I pushed toward her depths.
A red stain spread across the sheets of the replicated marital bedroom. Still, I kept moving, my hips undeterred as her tight walls clung desperately to me.
Grayfia stared upward, dazed, overwhelmed by the strange sense of loss. I nudged her cervix with my glans.
"Ahh… this hole really is the best."
I was home again. The other women were good—but Grayfia's pussy was exceptional. Thoroughly trained by my constant use, her obedient cunt clung to me, not wanting to let me go.
Savoring the lingering tightness, I reached toward her chest. Grabbing the fabric covering her large breasts, I tore it open violently. A massive bra appeared beneath. Tearing that apart as well, her perfect snowy breasts spilled free, pink peaks crowning each swell.
I seized both breasts, sinking my fingers gently into them. This texture—soft yet springy, yielding yet resilient. I kneaded them repeatedly, sometimes pressing hard just to watch their shape deform.
The ideal body.
The ideal face.
And the heart I would claim no matter what price I paid.
Every time we spoke, every time we met eyes, my feelings only grew stronger. I couldn't hold them back anymore.
"I'm moving."
I warned her once and then stirred my cock deep inside her, exploring every fold. Her pussy, drenched in sweet nectar, felt exquisite. The thick, melting fluids clung to me, and her inner walls squeezed greedily, gripping me with such skill that even I groaned aloud. Any inexperienced man would have cum instantly.
From what I'd learned, even her husband—the Maou Sirzechs—was one such man.
"Grayfia, I looked into your family."
"You… investigated…?"
"I found some very interesting things."
"You… you didn't… hurt them, did you…?"
Hostility surged from Grayfia. She probably thought I had broken my promise.
"Relax. I didn't touch them. I only investigated."
Her hostility slowly faded. She had reacted emotionally and quickly bowed her head. "My apologies…" Even so, she was shaken—wondering what I had found, what I found "interesting."
I decided to end her suspense.
"Sirzechs—your beloved husband—is cheating on you."
"…What?"
Her eyes flew open. I had never seen her this shocked. She wanted to believe it was a lie or a joke, but hearing another person speak of her husband's infidelity hit her harder than expected.
"N-no… impossible… Sirzechs would never… not him…"
She raised her voice, denying me.
Of course she would. She and Sirzechs had apparently married after a grand romance. Their love story was even performed as a play in the Underworld, admired by many devil women.
Whatever their past was—I had no interest.
I dealt with the present.
"Then explain this video."
With a snap of my fingers, displays appeared across the walls and ceiling. They lit up, playing a recording.
Wet, lewd noises echoed through the room. Onscreen, in the original master bedroom, a man and woman were having sex.
The man was Sirzechs.
The woman was not Grayfia.
Instead, it was the second-highest ranked maid in the household—a beautiful blonde with long hair, not as voluptuous as Grayfia but with an appealing figure.
"Aah… Lord Sirzechs… not during work… ngh…"
Wearing the same maid outfit as Grayfia, the woman lay pinned beneath Sirzechs. He thrust into her eagerly, clothes tossed aside, pressing her down with loving intensity.
Sirzechs had no audible voice in the recording—only her moans and the sticky sounds of their joining.
"Mnn… nnh… chu… picha… chupu… guchu… churuu… ah… nnf…"
She resisted weakly at first, but melted under Sirzechs' ardent gaze. They kissed, staring into each other's eyes while their tongues intertwined, sharing heat and saliva.
The displays showed them from multiple angles. No chance of misidentification.
They were lovers.
Sirzechs had already cum in her—white droplets seeped from her twitching cunt as he continued stirring her insides.
Decisive proof.
How would Grayfia react?
I turned to her.
"You… w-what… why…"
Grayfia was nearly catatonic. She couldn't believe what she saw—yet the proof was undeniable. She called out to her husband on the screen, but of course no reply came.
"Please… stop…"
Her voice broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"This isn't real… it can't be… We… we loved each other so much…"
Clutching her head, Grayfia seemed to revisit their past, their shared days of affection. She replayed her memories, reminding herself that she had loved and been loved.
Then she looked again at the brutal truth on the screens—her silver eyes sinking into despair.
I stopped the video. Immediately, she grabbed my hand.
"This… you made this, didn't you? I won't be angry, so… please… tell me the truth…"
Her fingers dug into me as she tried to cling to any excuse to deny what she saw. She spoke without honorifics now—speaking to me with raw emotion.
Of course she doubted me. It was too convenient for me. She knew I could fabricate illusions with ease.
"No."
I shook my head.
"This really happened."
I didn't create the scene.
I merely recorded it.
"I've been tailing Sirzechs, waiting to catch something I could use. This was the first real evidence."
"N-no… no… don't lie… why… why would you…"
I hadn't fabricated it—but I had arranged the circumstances.
In the recording, Sirzechs believed the woman he was fucking was Grayfia.
The woman believed she was Grayfia.
Everyone in the household believed it.
Even a random passerby would assume they were watching Sirzechs and Grayfia making love.
I wasn't lying. I was simply withholding context.
"If you think it's fake, then tell me exactly where the lie is."
"…I…"
"Show me the proof that I fabricated it. I won't accept baseless suspicion."
Grayfia opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, unable to respond. She had no evidence. From her perspective, I had kept all my promises—giving her no reason to doubt my word.
"Prove it."
It was the classic devil's proof—prove a negative. If she insisted it was impossible, she would have to prove why.
"What's wrong?"
I resumed thrusting, leaning over her. Up close, I pressed further.
Grayfia struggled for an answer she didn't have.
She never stood a chance.
She lived in a world I could dominate with ease.
She was already beneath me in every sense—including now, connected to me as man and woman.
"…I… can't…"
Her voice trembled, weak as a dying flame.
I sighed deeply.
"All that doubt… for nothing."
Ashamed, Grayfia lowered her gaze.
Time for the next stage.
"How disappointing."
As I spoke, I changed my appearance. My blond hair shifted to crimson, lengthening. My build altered. My cock shrank drastically. Even my voice changed—until I looked exactly like the man in the video.
Sirzechs.
"Grayfia."
"S-Sirzechs…"
Hearing her beloved husband's voice come from me made her raise her head instantly.
"Why… why are you doing this…"
She couldn't grasp why. A man who looked like her husband—but wasn't—pinned her down. She tried to push me away, but she was too shaken to muster any strength.
"What's wrong, Grayfia?"
"Please… stop… why… why are you in Sirzechs' body…"
"What a strange question. I've always been me."
"N-no… you're… smaller… th-this isn't… Sirzechs…!"
"Oh? You mean my cock? If it seems small, that's only because you're used to Riser's size. I've always been inferior as a male. You said so yourself, didn—"
"STOP!"
Her scream split the air.
I smiled gently with Sirzechs' face and resumed thrusting.
"Wh-what are you—"
"What else? We're a married couple alone in our room—so we're making love."
"N-not… not like this… not in this situation…"
"It's been a while. Let's enjoy it, Grayfia."
Whispering into her ear, I pumped my hips.
I mimicked the exact movements from the video—raising my hips high and slamming in all at once.
Had this been my own body, the pleasure would have been far greater. But in Sirzechs' inferior body, the sensation was weak. Grayfia could tell too.
How unsatisfying must it have been for her all those years?
Sirzechs' cock was average.
My cock was far larger.
Her pussy had been fully molded around my shape.
A small rod in a stretched, well-used hole could never fill her again.
"This feels good, Grayfia."
"Ah… ah… aaah…"
She moaned, but it was forced—fake. If she were truly enjoying it, her voice would have been much sweeter. She was only moaning to protect her husband's dignity.
"Please… stop… change back… please…"
"Oh? Do you dislike me like this? You really prefer Riser, don't you? His cock is bigger, so I must feel pathetic to you. You're right—this is humiliating. But before I return to normal…"
I was on the verge of cumming again in this weak form.
"Eh—?"
Before she could react, I climaxed with Sirzechs' body.
Dop… A thin, watery stream of semen dribbled out.
Pathetic in quantity, hardly satisfying. Still, it matched the output from the video. It only seemed small because she had my massive loads for comparison.
"Sorry I always finish early, Grayfia."
Grayfia had no words. She likely couldn't believe this was it. She stared blankly, devastated at her own lack of fulfillment.
"But don't worry. I get hard again quickly. Just like always."
I reminded her.
This was her reality with Sirzechs.
He always finished before she could.
His semen was thin and scant.
He could go again—but even then, he couldn't satisfy the hunger deep inside her.
As soon as those truths resurfaced, I ended the disguise.
My body rewound its transformation— Sirzechs shrinking away as I returned to my true form. My physique, trained solely to embrace women, returned. The cock buried in her transformed back into the destructive beast she knew, filling every gap inside her.
Her pussy stretched wide around me, no space left.
Grayfia shook her head weakly, as if denying reality.
Disbelief, refusal—yet beneath it all… excitement.
When I lightly stroked her inner walls, she let out an involuntary "Aaahn…"
Sirzechs never drew those sounds from her.
She now knew the difference between us.
"Now then—enough playing around."
I tightened my grip on her and prepared to pound her in earnest.
I slammed my hips forward, no longer holding back. Grayfia's body jerked violently each time my cock carved through her insides. Her moans, which she had been forcing until now, suddenly became real—sweet, melting cries that spilled out without her permission.
"Ah—! Aaah—!"
Her legs trembled uncontrollably as I fucked her with my full strength. Her nails dug into the sheets, her chest bouncing with every thrust. The warmth of her pussy wrapped around me with perfect tightness, swallowing my length again and again, clinging desperately as if terrified of losing it.
This was the reaction no other man could ever draw from her—not Sirzechs, not anyone.
Her pussy rippled around me, squeezing, pulling, begging.
"That's it…
This is the hole I shaped.
Only I can use it properly."
Each thrust pushed me deep into her womb's entrance. Each time I hit it, she cried out sharply, her voice turning into broken fragments.
"Ah—! Haah—! Nnnh—!"
Her body arched, breasts shaking beautifully, her silver hair spread across the sheets like spilled moonlight.
I grabbed her hips and drove myself deeper, twisting my cock inside her, stirring her guts mercilessly.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers clawed blindly for something to hold onto.
Her thoughts—shattered.
Her pride—gone.
Her reason—burned away.
All that was left was her body reacting honestly to me, the man who overwhelmed her completely.
A long, shuddering moan escaped her lips.
"Ah… aaah—…!"
Her walls clenched down hard, squeezing as if trying to milk me on the spot.
"You're close already?
Just from this?"
Her tear-filled eyes glistened, unfocused, as she tried to deny it.
"I—I'm not… ngh… I'm not… coming…"
"Then prove it."
I hammered into her again.
Her voice cracked.
"Aah—!"
Her pussy tightened with unmistakable desperation, betraying every lie she tried to cling to.
Her legs wrapped around me instinctively, dragging me deeper, as if her body itself refused to let me go.
I leaned down and whispered:
"Say it.
Say you're mine."
"No… I'm… ah… I'm not—"
I thrust up into her cervix.
Her voice broke completely.
"AaAAH—!!"
Her body convulsed, her back arching like a bow. Her pussy clamped and fluttered around my cock in rhythmic spasms, squeezing me with a ferocity that could only come from climax.
She came.
Hard.
Her juices gushed around me, warmth flooding down her thighs.
"No… no… I didn't… I didn't cum…!"
She tried so desperately to lie, but the trembling of her inner walls exposed every truth.
"You're mine. Your body knows it."
"I'm… not… I'm not…!"
Her denial dissolved into moans as I resumed thrusting, her overstimulated pussy gripping helplessly around my cock.
Every time I hit deep, she cried out.
Every time I pulled back, she clung tighter.
Her heart tried to reject me.
Her body craved me entirely.
I held her close, buried myself inside her once more, and—
I came.
A hot flood of semen surged into her deepest place, filling her womb instantly, pumping her full without pause.
Her entire body shivered from the heat.
"N…no… inside… you can't…"
But her pussy squeezed around me as if begging for every drop.
I kept thrusting, spilling more and more seed into her until it overflowed around my cock and dripped down onto the sheets—defiling the very room she once shared with her husband.
As my release finally slowed, I stayed inside her, throbbing deep within her womb.
Grayfia lay beneath me, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, eyes glazed, unable to process anything anymore.
She whispered, barely audible:
"…why…
Why did it…
feel so…"
She couldn't finish.
Because she already knew.
I pulled her closer, lips near her ear.
"Because this body—
this pussy—
belongs to me now."
Her trembling answer was neither denial nor acceptance.
Just silence.