In the Underworld, where the beings known as devils live, the Phoenix family was counted among the most famous of all.
Like the other great noble houses, they possessed more land than they could ever possibly use, and in one room of their mansion—so huge it was practically a castle—I was spending a leisurely morning.
I held a cigarette between my lips, imported from a country in the human world—Japan—and drew in a breath.
Dirty smoke filled my lungs. A nostalgic feeling.
Leaning back into the sofa, I savored the act of smoking and watched the thin cylindrical cigarette.
The ugly, fragile flame at the tip turned it to ash.
I looked up for a while at the white smoke rising, then pulled the cigarette from my mouth and tapped the ash into the ashtray to my right.
It wasn't bad, but compared to how it tasted long ago, it felt terribly worse.
Was it always like this?
Tilting my head slightly as I took my time with the smoke, I exhaled it down between my spread legs.
On the floor between my feet sat a silver-haired beauty in a maid uniform.
The smoke hit her directly in the face, and her beautiful features twisted in displeasure.
But she quickly smoothed over her expression and continued her work with an almost emotionless face, suppressing her feelings as much as possible.
My cock was out through the open front of my red suit trousers, completely enveloped by her mouth as she moved her head up and down.
Her braided silver hair swayed with each stroke.
I watched it, all while continuing to smoke and enjoy the warmth of her mouth and the slick caress of her mucous membranes around my shaft.
I inhaled, then blew the smoke directly into her face.
Despite the constant harassment, the maid didn't react at all.
It seemed she had decided to ignore it completely.
She slowly, thoroughly sucked me from base to tip, coating my cock in saliva, then noisily slurped that saliva back down.
"Does it taste good, Grayfia?"
I called out to the maid who was so earnestly performing her oral service, washing every inch of my cock with her spit.
Grayfia Lucifuge.
A woman with a gorgeous, lustrous beauty.
She belonged to another man as his wife, and even had a child—a respectable married woman.
Yet she kept our physical relationship secret from her husband and child, and here she was, serving another man's cock.
My beloved Grayfia.
I reached out with my right hand and stroked the head beneath her white maid's headdress.
The smooth feel of the cloth, and the pleasant sensation of her hair beneath it, pressed into my palm.
Still petting Grayfia, I leisurely drew on my cigarette one last time, then crushed it out in the ashtray.
The ashtray dipped ever so slightly.
"Hey."
I spoke sharply, not to the ashtray—but to the girl who'd been standing there all this time, holding it in both hands.
"Hold it properly."
"M-my apologies, Riser-nii-sama…!"
The girl standing beside the sofa bowed in a panic, apologizing.
Her golden hair was styled into twin drills, tied on either side of her head.
Her pretty, still-youthful face—refined but adorable—was clouded with regret as she adjusted her grip on the ashtray with small white fingers.
The girl who called me "big brother" was my actual younger sister, Ravel Phoenix.
Despite being in her early twenties, her womanly body wasn't wrapped in the familiar one-piece dresses she usually wore, but in the same deep navy and pure white maid uniform that Grayfia had on.
I'd had Grayfia bring a maid uniform, put it on Ravel just to see how it looked; it suited her so well that from then on, I'd forced her to wear it and serve me as a maid.
Being in charge of holding the ashtray was a perfectly respectable job for a maid.
As I gave this still-half-trained maid Ravel a mild glare, I suddenly felt a strong gaze on me.
There were only three people in this room: myself, Ravel, and Grayfia.
The source was obvious, and I turned my eyes back to Grayfia.
"What's with that look?"
Grayfia's face was lined with clear hostility.
Seeing that little exchange must have put her in a foul mood.
Even with her cheeks puffed out around the cock she was holding in her mouth, when she glared up at me, I could clearly see anger in her eyes.
"Do you understand your position?"
I grabbed her bangs with my left hand and lifted, bringing our faces close as I crashed my gaze into hers.
Grayfia didn't flinch at all.
Her eyes, the same silver as her hair, reflected my face.
A blond man in his twenties, handsome but with a thuggish look—that was me now.
"Say something," I told her.
Grayfia, who had been silently licking and sucking my cock, finally reacted.
She slowly let my cock slip from her mouth, and my thick, imposing shaft revealed itself.
The surface of the flesh, slick and glossy with Grayfia's saliva, was crisscrossed with bulging veins.
A single strand of spit slid down over that raised, veiny surface and disappeared into the golden pubic hair at the base.
Grayfia opened the mouth that had just been performing fellatio and spoke to me.
"Riser-sama, please do not treat Lady Ravel like a thing."
A maid stopping her service to speak back to her master—
That was not how a servant should behave.
A maid was not supposed to defy her master.
She was supposed to listen and obey.
If she couldn't even do that, then I would have to do something about it.
I released her hair and thrust my right hand out to the side.
From the wrist onward, my hand simply vanished, swallowed by empty air.
"Tha–…"
Grayfia murmured.
She'd seen this sight a few times already.
Inside that void, my palm closed on something.
When I pulled it out, my hand reappeared as though nothing had happened, now holding an object that hadn't been there a moment before.
One of my special powers: Item Box.
It could store any object of any mass in an invisible, intangible "box," and allow me to take it out whenever I wanted.
There was no limit on storage volume, so I never had to worry about carrying things.
I held what I'd taken out up before Grayfia's eyes.
A small vial.
It was small enough to fit comfortably in my hand, filled with a clear liquid.
"Who was it that gave this to you?"
I pinched the neck of the vial and shook it roughly from side to side.
Grayfia watched it with a bitter expression.
The liquid inside was known as Phoenix Tears.
An item of absurd rarity that could instantly heal any wound.
Only small amounts could be made through special rituals.
And of those, this particular one in my hand was even more special: it didn't only heal injuries—it could cure any illness.
This special-grade Phoenix Tear could only be produced by me.
By Riser Phoenix—devil of the Phoenix family, a son of this ancient house in the Underworld.
"You came to me to repay the favor… for saving your son from his illness, didn't you?"
"…But, Riser-sama, you and Lady Ravel are siblings—"
"Silence."
At my word, Grayfia closed the mouth she'd started to open.
"Outsiders don't get to speak about matters of my family.
Do your job.
Come on—lick."
It seemed my words had convinced her to stop her advice.
Given her position, she had no choice but to swallow whatever dissatisfaction she felt.
Realizing this to the core, her lips twisted in frustration for just a moment, then she exhaled to regain her composure.
"…As you wish."
She kissed the opening of my urethra.
"That's right. You're in the middle of your morning cleaning blowjob.
Do it properly."
I gave my order and tucked the vial back into the Item Box.
To re-establish her place, I had Grayfia pour all of her affection into my cock.
I made her tongue lick the head, the slit, the underside.
I had her gently massage my large, heavy balls—packed with my genes—and worship them with her mouth, making wet, sucking sounds.
Her tongue licked from my balls all the way to the tip, stoking my desire.
Hot surges of sweet pleasure rose up from my testicles.
My cock grew even thicker as it was warmed by her mouth and stroked by her saliva-slick tongue.
"Take it all the way in."
With a wet gulping sound, Grayfia swallowed my cock down.
Her gaze remained locked on me, her master, as she moved her face up and down.
At the same time, her hands performed a careful testicle massage, preparing me so that I could climax in maximum comfort.
Good. That's it.
I let the gradually rising excitement carry me and waited for the moment.
It's coming, I thought—
—and then semen jetted from the tip of my cock, flooding Grayfia's mouth.
"Mmgh—!"
Her cheeks ballooned in an instant, and she let out a muffled groan.
Just one spurt produced so much semen that it overwhelmed her mouth and took over every bit of space inside.
Even Grayfia, who had been in control until now, panicked.
She hurriedly began to swallow.
Even if she knew it was coming, the sheer volume was still enough to shock her.
It felt incredible.
Pouring semen into a married woman's mouth and making her drink it—
The act filled my heart with pleasure so intense it made me tremble.
One spurt, then another, and another, as I released again and again.
For several minutes, I basked in that time I never wanted to end.
Grayfia seemed to have managed to drink everything.
Though the semen nearly spilled from the corner of her mouth several times, she snatched it back at the last second, sucking it up and sending it sliding down her throat.
By now, her stomach must be sloshing with my thick cum.
It might even make noise, like drinking water on an empty stomach.
As the force of my ejaculation weakened, she noisily sucked up the leftover fluid.
She seemed to be regaining her composure, but even so, the prolonged act of drinking semen had taken a toll—her breathing sounded strained.
Her breath through her nose was stronger than before the climax, and she seemed to be trying desperately to get her breathing under control.
After taking some time to calm herself, Grayfia looked up at me, watching me carefully.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then made up her mind.
Slowly, she pulled my cock from her mouth, wiping the semen clinging to it with her lips as she went.
Tracing along the bulging ridge of the crown, her lips finally released the bright red head, which jumped free with a strong twitch and revealed its full shape.
Even after ejaculating, my cock showed no sign of going soft.
Right beside that still-hard shaft, Grayfia opened her mouth.
"Mmm… ah…"
The white clouded fluid gathered in her mouth had a thick, gelatinous texture, like a rich jelly.
Grayfia's tongue swam through that white semen jelly, scooping it up and spreading the thick, male smell all around.
"Ah… ahh…"
Ravel, on ashtray duty, let out a trembling moan.
When I glanced over, I saw her still holding the ashtray, her expression dazed, ecstatic.
You might think she'd taken some kind of suspicious drug to end up like that.
But I knew very well why she was in that state, and so I decided it wasn't a problem and left her alone.
The reason Ravel was like that…
was because she'd watched Grayfia savor my semen.
Right now, Ravel was a sex slave who adored semen more than anything.
I had brainwashed her to be that way.
"Breakfast. Savor it properly."
Grayfia continued to move her tongue, enjoying the taste of my cum.
The sight of a married woman with her mouth full of my semen, playing with it with her tongue, was obscenely erotic.
I couldn't help rubbing my cock against her cheek.
Her warm, smooth skin touched my shaft, making it twitch spastically.
"Go on."
Urged by me, Grayfia finally pressed her cheek to my cock of her own accord.
While doing so, she mixed my semen and her own saliva in her mouth, and once she could no longer hold it all, she closed her lips and began swallowing it down a little at a time, her throat moving.
Soon, she finished swallowing and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue.
The inside of her mouth was now a clean red.
No trace of my semen remained, not even between her white teeth.
All of it had slid down her throat and joined the cum already in her stomach.
Satisfied with that, I jerked my chin to prompt her next action.
"Keep going."
"…Yes."
Grayfia kissed the tip of my cock several times, then took the head back into her mouth.
As she started another round of oral service, my expression relaxed.
Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Ravel, but I kept my gaze fixed forward.
The sky outside was always one shade of dark purple, day or night—
a typical sight of the Underworld.
The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold—just right.
I still wasn't fully used to the slightly sticky air unique to this realm, but I was gradually adapting to my new life.
"…I miss the human world."
I muttered without thinking.
Ravel's ears seemed to catch those words; she moved a little closer.
She wanted to hear my orders properly and obey them faithfully.
The sight of my sister so conscious of her role as a slave was cute, and I beckoned to her with my right hand.
"Put the ashtray down and sit here."
"Yes, Onii-sama."
She placed the ashtray on a nearby table and walked toward me, the hem of her maid skirt swaying.
Pinching the edge of her skirt with both hands and lifting it slightly, she bowed respectfully with a "Pardon me," then sat down to my right.
"Onii-sama…"
She snuggled up to me like a small animal.
I wrapped an arm around her back and grabbed her ass over her skirt.
My hand molded around the body that was becoming more voluptuous than her age would suggest, taking in her warmth.
"Nnh…"
Wanting to feel even more of Ravel's heat, I pressed my lips to hers.
Her eyes flew wide open in surprise, the blue irises shining on the inside.
That blue reminded me of the sky of the human world.
While I stirred up the inside of her mouth with my tongue, drawing out her cute, leaking sounds, my thoughts drifted far away.
Up until a year ago, I had been a human living in the human world.
I worked in a business that broke women through rape and domination, then sold them as product.
I knew full well that such a line of work would earn me plenty of hatred.
But I never imagined that I would be attacked by one of the women I was preparing to sell—
a young-looking woman in about her mid-twenties who happened to be my current "merchandise."
I was drawn to her strong-willed, refined features, and was in the process of turning her into a convenient hole, not just for business, but for my personal use.
I'd even gathered blackmail material on her and thought she'd never dare to resist.
I'd been careless.
She must have slipped sleeping pills into the drink we shared before bed.
When I woke up to intense pain, it was already too late.
A knife had been driven deep into my abdomen, and blood was spilling out in a quantity I'd never seen before.
There was no saving me.
I realized that calmly as I sank into the bed.
The woman, terrified by what she'd done, ran from the room.
I no longer had the strength to chase her.
I considered using my phone to call an ambulance, but there was no guarantee I'd live long enough for help to arrive.
I gave up.
It couldn't be helped.
So this is my life, I thought.
With those thoughts in mind, I died.
I think my life had been a happy one.
But I had wanted to become even happier.
I didn't care what happened to anyone else.
If it was for my own happiness, I believed it was fine to do anything.
Someone once called me a villain, and I knew they were right.
I was a villain.
There was a time, when I was younger, that I tried to become a good person.
But in the end, I fell into evil.
I was certain I could never become a good man.
So I decided I would seek the happiness available to a villain.
Perhaps because that desire was so strong, a miracle came to me.
After death, in a cold, empty darkness, someone spoke to me.
I don't remember what their voice sounded like, or exactly what they said.
All I knew was that whoever it was possessed a godlike power, and they gave a fragment of that power to me.
The Item Box.
The power to brainwash others.
And more, and more.
Each one was like something you'd call a "cheat" in a game.
With those cheat-like abilities in hand, my soul was shoved into the body of another man.
That body belonged to Riser Phoenix.
The original Riser's soul was erased, and I took his place as the new owner of his flesh.
It seemed that when our souls were switched, Riser writhed in agony from the intense pain.
But that had nothing to do with me.
I obtained cheat powers and Riser's body, and was granted a new life in this world.
Why that higher being gave me all that, I had no idea.
Even though I was certain I'd met them, they never showed themselves to me again.
Even when I abused the powers I'd been given—using them on other men's women I found attractive—no voice of rebuke ever came.
So I decided on an interpretation.
I had been chosen.
That's how I chose to see it.
Instead of wasting time worrying about things I didn't understand, I accepted my reality.
The reality that, as a villain—no, as a devil—I could live however I pleased.
"Nn… fuh… ah…"
I stroked Ravel, the sex slave I'd created with my brainwashing ability.
I fondled her ass, violated the mouth from which her sweet voice leaked with my tongue, and made Grayfia service my cock.
Beautiful Japanese-style beauties I never would have crossed paths with as a human.
Until the maids finished preparing breakfast and came to my room, I played with those two women.