Gasper's POV
The hallways of the Gremory estate had grown quieter in the past few weeks, as if the air itself was holding its breath. But I knew better. Calm like this always came before the next ripple.
And tonight, the ripple was mine.
I had asked Grayfia to meet me in the old conservatory—an isolated corner of the mansion no one visited anymore. Broken stone benches lined the walls, moonlight poured through dust-streaked glass, and ivy curled along the walls like nature's secret.
She came, just like she always did. Poised. Composed. Beautiful.
"Gasper," she said softly, stepping through the archway like a ghost of elegance. "You could have simply asked me in the corridor."
"But I wanted you here," I replied. I had grown more confident while speaking with her. Our relationship had grown stronger and we could be called proper lovers now.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why here?"
I hesitated… only for a second. "Because it's quiet. No masks. No eyes."
Her expression softened.
She crossed the space between us and stopped just a breath away. Her presence was overwhelming in its calm grace. But I could see the storm beneath—carefully bottled, carefully hidden.
"I missed you," She whispered, barely audible.
Her hand rose—gloved fingers brushing against my cheek. She lifted my chin up and kissed me passionately.
I took a slow breath, placed my hand over her ass, and looked up into those piercing crimson eyes.
"I missed you, Grayfia." I said to her as I kneaded her soft flesh covered by the thin fabric of her thong.
Her eyes trembled—for just a moment. Then she pushed me on the bench.
She kissed me again.
Her lips moved with mine like a silent confession. Her arms wrapped around my back and pulled me against her chest, and I let myself melt into her warmth. Her scent—lavender and faint steel—wrapped around me like armor and silk.
I continued to play with her ass. My right hands roamed to her cunt. I felt her thong completely drenched because of how wet she already was.
I wasn't any different. She was slowly grinding her thong covered pussy with my hard dick hidden by my pants.
I took out my dick from my pants and she slid her thong to the side. We looked at each other, no words had to be said. We both knew what we wanted.
Without any delay she took my whole dick inside her pussy in an instant.
She started to ride my dick fast and rough. I didn't fall behind either. I thrusted upwards matching her intense rythm.
"AHHHH! AHHH!! OHH!! UMMM!! AHHHH!! ARGHHH!!".
We both moaned and groaned as we fucked while sharing a lewd tongue kiss.
For that brief moment, nothing else existed.
No systems. No strings. No politics.
Only us.
Only this.
When we parted, she didn't speak. She just leaned her forehead against mine,
She ground her pusssy on my dick. We were both near our orgasm.
Her peak came closer and closer and then it suddenly burst like a overflowing dam. Her tightness increased on my dick and I soon erupted like a volcano inside her.
Since we are devils our firtility is very low. If we were humans I could have probably knocked her up a few time with the amount of semen I have spilled inside her.
We stayed like that in the same position, breathing the same breath, hearts brushing through space.
"I wish we could like this forevet" She murmured.
The moment was interrupted by the distant echo of raised voices.
"…You had no right—!"
"I'm your father and the head of this house!"
Rias.
Zeoticus.
I froze. Grayfia stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled back, already slipping into her composed stance.
"We should—"
"I know," she said while sighing, already stepping away. "Come."
She was disapointed that we couldn't go for round two.
We hurried quietly toward the source of the sound.
The corridor near the grand atrium was glowing with crimson aura—Rias's magic flaring uncontrollably. Zeoticus stood tall in his crimson robe, holding his ground, though his expression was beginning to show cracks.
"You planned to sell me off to Riser Phenex like livestock?" Rias screamed.
"It's a political alliance. One that benefits the future of the house."
"You haven't acted like the head of this house in ten years!"
"I don't need to answer to a child!"
"You've never answered for anything!"
A silence fell. One that felt… final.
She glanced at Rias—then at Zeoticus.
"I assume you weren't planning to consult me either?" she asked coolly.
"This is about political survival—"
"This is about you trying to buy relevance through my daughter's body," she snapped.
Zeoticus narrowed his eyes. "Watch your tongue, Venelana."
"No. I'm done watching."
Rias looked like she might cry again, but she didn't. She stood straight, fists clenched.
"I'm leaving," she said. "If I stay here, I'll burn the whole estate down."
Venelana's expression shifted—tightening just enough for me to notice. Panic. Not fear of losing her daughter.
But fear of the chain reaction.
If Rias left, the peerage would follow. The Gremory heir leaving her home? That would shatter the family's image. Break our unity. And Venelana… she would lose me.
I could see her calculating.
She stepped forward and tried to speak softly.
"Rias, think this through. If you leave, your position—"
"I don't care about position anymore."
Grayfia's voice joined her. Calm. Cold. Controlled.
"Rias-sama. Please reconsider. At least wait until Sirzechs-sama returns."
"No."
Venelana flinched. Just slightly.
I could feel the pressure shift. Tension growing heavier by the second.
Behind my quiet eyes, I was already moving strings.
Tiny nudges of mana. The faintest pulses. My ability worked best when no one noticed. So I didn't command, or dominate.
I… suggested.
And lately, I'd been suggesting more frequently:
Friction between Zeoticus and Grayfia.
Distance between him and Rias.
Isolation between him and Venelana
And
Emotional connection between Grayfia and Venelana.
All small tugs.
All cumulative.
All deliberate.
Because I didn't want Venelana and Grayfia at each other's throats, I needed them pointed away from each other. Focused elsewhere. Focused… on me.
I didn't want obsession to turn to violence.
Not yet.
Not ever, if I could help it.
For now, I simply stood there, a silent observer, watching the house crack a little more.
Letting it happen.
Letting them all unravel around me, piece by piece.
End of Chapter 16
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