The primary means of transportation for devils is teleportation via magic circles. I was no exception; even though I had only recently become a devil, I used this convenient method as naturally as breathing. I prepared to transfer from the magic circle in my personal room in the Phoenix estate to the magic circle at my destination.
"Grayfia."
Before teleporting, I looked toward Grayfia, who stood beside me with flawless posture, dressed in her maid uniform.
"Yes," she answered, her expression unchanged, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Cold as always. Despite moaning so sweetly last night.
"Did you follow my instructions?"
"Yes."
"Show me—properly. With your words and with your body."
I cut off her attempt to end the exchange quickly and prompted her to speak.
Grayfia let out something like a faint sigh and then raised her eyes to mine. As her red-tinted lips moved, she reached for the hem of her skirt.
"The seed you granted me, Lord Riser… I am storing it properly inside my womb."
Grayfia lifted her long skirt.
What came into view was black underwear bulging unnaturally. The fabric was sheer enough for her pale skin to show through, and the activated, thick purple vibrator buried in her pussy was completely visible. Yes—the bulge in her panties came from the base of that vibrator. The underwear existed solely to keep the toy from slipping out.
And Grayfia's normally flat abdomen was slightly swollen.
Just as she said, she was storing my semen inside her uterus. Only a small fraction from last night, and from the morning and noon sessions today where I fucked her nonstop. I could've stored much more, but if she exploded from overload the reaction would be troublesome, so I held back.
"Where are my sperm now, and what are they doing?"
"…Lord Riser's sperm are… swimming inside my womb…"
"For what purpose?"
I wrapped an arm around Grayfia's shoulders and peered into her face. Her eyebrows twitched for a moment, but she forced her composure to hold as she answered.
"To… impregnate me…"
"Correct."
As a reward, I licked up the side of her cheek. Eyes shut, Grayfia accepted it, her mouth tight as she endured the humiliation. I ignored it and grabbed her breast with the hand not around her shoulders.
"I can't wait to drink your breastmilk."
"…We should proceed with the transfer now."
Ignoring me as best she could, Grayfia lowered her skirt to fix her uniform, then stepped forward. I stayed beside her, arm still around her, and we stepped onto the center of the magic circle.
"Please… remove your hand."
"Fine."
I squeezed her breast firmly one last time before releasing it—though the arm around her shoulders stayed. She shot me a reprimanding look, so I simply tightened my grip.
"Do you have a complaint?"
"…Initiating transfer."
Grayfia sighed and looked forward. Light rose from the magic circle, engulfing us. The brightness intensified until it filled my vision entirely, then gradually faded—revealing a completely different room.
"Uwah—!"
A young man's voice reached my ears. An eighteen-year-old boy stood near the door, wearing a black school uniform. Brown hair, average looks—someone you could find anywhere in Japan. He stared with wide, dumbfounded eyes.
I tore my gaze from him and surveyed the room.
Geometric magic symbols decorated the ceiling, walls, and floor. The furnishings were high-quality but not gaudy—giving the impression of a reception room. Two sofas faced each other across a table, and slightly farther away stood a desk for clerical work.
Red curtains blocked the western sunlight, leaving the room dim except for the warm glow of candles. Supposedly, this was the clubroom of the *Occult Research Club*.
Quite an extravagant room for students.
I chuckled and turned my attention to the group of boys and girls standing within.
Four women, two men.
One boy was the startled one. The other was a beautiful blond young man whose androgynous face bore a beauty mark under one eye. Slim, graceful posture, and unwavering pale-blue eyes fixed on me warily.
As for the four women—they were all first-class beauties.
The first: a tall, big-breasted girl with glossy black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a school uniform. Her chest—about the same size as Grayfia's—pressed against her white blouse, forming a magnificent shape. Her toned legs peeked out beneath her skirt. As I glanced at her thighs, she gave me a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Next, sitting on a sofa, was a petite girl with white hair down to her shoulders. Her body was childlike, but clearly adult—small stature, not underage. The black-cat hair ornament only emphasized her doll-like beauty. A perfect plaything.
Hiding behind the brown-haired boy was a long-haired blonde girl. Elegant and pure, with a soft, fragile aura that stirred protective instincts. Her figure seemed excellent beneath her clothes, and her virginal air made her all the more enticing.
And the last girl—
Seated in the chair behind the desk, framed by a painting on the wall, with long crimson hair cascading like silk, a stunning face, and sapphire eyes filled with strength and pride.
Rias Gremory.
My fiancée.
Rias and her peerage—devils, each with their own reactions to our arrival. But all shared one thing: wariness. The black-haired girl nearly radiated killing intent, while Rias herself frowned.
Clearly not a warm welcome.
"Riser. What exactly do you think you're doing?"
Rias rose from her chair, quiet anger simmering in her voice, and approached us. Her eyes were fixed on my arm around Grayfia's shoulders. Without the slightest haste, I released Grayfia and slipped my hands into my pockets.
"Grayfia, what was that just now? Why was Riser holding your shoulder—"
Rias redirected her anger toward Grayfia. There was nothing odd about her using Grayfia's name casually. Grayfia Lucifugus served the Gremory family; Rias wouldn't speak to her with honorifics.
Though… their relationship was more complicated than that—but it didn't concern me.
"If my brother had seen that—"
This could become troublesome.
Annoying.
So I decided to use my ability.
I expanded my range over the entire building—the old school building of Kuoh Academy where the ORC clubroom resided. My awareness surged outward in an instant, covering the aged structure surrounded by trees. That perception washed over every presence within, altering them all.
Except Grayfia—who was being questioned by Rias.
"Ah…"
A girl's faint voice echoed as the atmosphere shifted.
"Well… it's fine, isn't it? Holding someone's shoulder is just… a greeting, after all…"
Rias tilted her head, no longer accusatory.
Grayfia glanced away from Rias and back at me—her gaze sharp enough to intimidate most people. But not me. Human hostility meant nothing. I brushed it off like a breeze and walked past them toward the sofa.
I sat opposite the white-haired girl and addressed them:
"Let's sit and talk, at least."
Rias reluctantly nodded.
After brief introductions between myself and her peerage, I settled deeply into the sofa—my arms wrapped around two beautiful girls. Rias on my right, Asia Argento on my left. My hands were full of their breasts through their uniforms.
Both were excellent.
Rias's breasts had not only size but firmness and elasticity. Asia's soft breasts were delightful to squeeze.
"Ah… uuh…"
Asia let out a tiny voice as she stared at her chest in my hand, then glanced at my face. She couldn't speak—only blushing as she moved her trembling hand to my crotch.
Asia was touching the bulge in my pants—my cock swelling beneath the fabric. Judging from her stiff, timid movement, this was the first time she had touched a man's genitals.
"Does it… feel good?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Rias, too, was stroking my crotch—less awkwardly than Asia, but still hesitant. Her expression remained sour.
"Rias, what's wrong? You've been like that for a while."
"Nothing."
Her hand still stroked me, fingers brushing Asia's as they both contributed to exciting my cock. In return, I tightened my grip on their breasts. Asia reacted sharply; Rias kept her scowl.
"Try to greet me with a smile, at least."
She sighed heavily.
"Instead of just *greetings*, state your business."
Rias finally met my eyes—while unzipping my pants.
"S-scuse me…"
Asia began unbuckling my belt. Rias helped her, and once the zipper was undone, they both pulled my pants down to my ankles.
They exposed my underwear. Asia hesitated, then slid them down as well.
"Kyaa—!"
Asia squeaked when my freed cock sprang upward, heavy and intimidating.
"You already know my business, don't you?"
"I told you—I refuse. I'm not ready to get married."
She complained while her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock. I expected her to squeeze, but instead she stroked it gently from base to tip. A good *greeting* indeed.
"Asia. I'll greet his cock. You handle the balls."
"Yes, President…"
Her blush deepened as she reached for my testes, poking them timidly. My balls were large—intimidating to her. But ignoring greeting etiquette would be unacceptable.
"Asia."
"Y-yes!"
Encouraged by Rias's soft urging, Asia cupped my balls with both hands, lifting their heavy weight. Using her other hand, she stroked carefully, fingers tracing the wrinkles and folds like she was cleaning them.
While watching her, I felt eyes on me.
The brown-haired boy—Hyoudou Issei.
He stared nervously at Rias and Asia until the blond boy, Kiba Yuuto, placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. Issei wilted and stepped back. The men would say nothing; the women chosen would perform their rituals.
"Rias. Everyone wants this marriage."
"I know that."
She raised her voice, stroking me more firmly. She spread precum along my cock, polishing it with smooth movements. Asia stared blankly at the sight while massaging my heated balls.
"But the agreement was that I would marry after university—and choose my own partner. Why must I marry you now?"
"People change. Your parents must be anxious. If anything happened to you without an heir or successor chosen, it'd be a problem. So they'd rather see you married and producing children quickly."
"I'll choose my own husband."
"Don't be selfish, Rias."
I dug my fingers into both pairs of breasts. Asia cried out softly. Even Rias winced. Their reactions amused me, so I squeezed harder, temporarily deforming their breasts.
"And when *should* I voice selfishness, if not now?"
Her temper surged—scarlet demonic power seeping from her. Still, her hands lovingly serviced my cock.
Issei stiffened in fear at her aura—annoyingly within my peripheral vision. But then—
A scent of black tea drifted through the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
A black-haired girl—Himejima Akeno—entered with a tray and teacups. Behind her followed Koneko Toujou and the expressionless Grayfia.
"You should calm down, Rias. Drink some tea."
"Tea won't—"
"My apologies for interrupting."
Rias fell silent at Grayfia's calm voice.
"Lord Riser."
Grayfia addressed me directly, watching me being serviced by Rias and Asia.
"I have something to discuss. If you could step away for a moment."
"Here is fine."
Annoying. She watched from afar and now interrupts? I'd almost prepared milk for their tea.
"Please."
Grayfia bowed deeply. Her voice carried an earnest plea—unlike her usual cold demeanor. It startled me. Then I noticed her glance toward Rias, and it became clear.
So that's it.
My lips curled.
"What do I get in return?"
"…For one day… I will become your *woman*."
A good offer. Though one day was an insultingly small number. Not because she underestimated Rias's danger—but because she loathed me that much.
"One week."
Ideally, I'd take Grayfia's whole life. But pushing too hard now would waste the opportunity. A month tempted me, but I settled on a week.
Grayfia didn't flinch. She must have expected it.
"…I understand."
She bowed again.
I sighed, peeled Rias's and Asia's hands from my crotch, pulled up my underwear and pants, and fastened my belt. Rias looked shocked, but seeing Grayfia's serious face, kept quiet.
"I'm stepping out."
Leaving that remark behind, I turned and headed for the door—my hand freely groping Grayfia's ass through her skirt as we walked side by side.