As they were acclimating to their newfound strength, Sirzechs shifted in his throne, a low groan escaping his lips as he moved one of his hands down to rest on the table's edge.
The sound drew the attention of both Serafall and Ajuka. A moment later, a soft gulping sound was heard from beneath the large desk.
A graceful woman with silver hair, dressed in an exquisite French maid uniform, emerged from the shadows. She elegantly used her fingers to wipe a white, glistening liquid from the corners of her mouth before swallowing the contents from her digit with a sensual lick, her crimson eyes locked on her master and husband the entire time.
Sirzechs met her gaze with a smoldering heat in his own eyes before letting out a soft curse. "You insatiable succubus," he whispered, taking a deep breath to compose himself and refocus on the critical matters at hand.
Ajuka simply chuckled at the familiar display, while Serafall pouted, a clear flicker of jealousy in her eyes.
Grayfia, ever the perfect maid, paid their reactions no mind. She moved with silent efficiency to prepare refreshments for the esteemed guests, her demeanor as professional and composed as ever.
She moved with flawless elegance, calmly pouring tea for each Satan as if the terrifying pressure in the room didn't exist.
"Please, refresh yourselves," she said politely.
Sirzechs glanced at her briefly, his aura calming at her presence. "Thank you, Grayfia."
She bowed. "It is my duty."
Serafall leaned closer and whispered teasingly, "You really married well~"
Sirzechs coughed lightly. "Focus, Serafall."
Ajuka cleared his throat and turned the topic back to business. "Once these Evil Pieces are distributed among qualified high-class devils, I predict our total combat potential will multiply severalfold within a few decades."
As the discussion continued and Ajuka finished his explanation, Sirzechs picked up the Queen piece from his set. He turned his attention to his wife, who had just finished serving them. "Grayfia," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Strip."
She complied without a shred of shame or hesitation, her movements a graceful, deliberate dance. Her fingers went to the high collar of her uniform, unfastening the black satin ribbon with a practiced flick.
The crisp, white fabric parted, revealing not skin, but the sheer, silken black of a bodysuit that clung to her torso like a second skin. The dark material contrasted starkly with her pale complexion, the outline of her figure a tantalizing promise rather than a full revelation.
She unzipped the side, the sound a soft, drawn-out hiss in the quiet room. The bodysuit was peeled away from her shoulders, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, first exposing the elegant slope of her neck and the sharp lines of her collarbones, then the flawless, creamy skin of her shoulders.
The fabric continued its journey down, pooling at her waist to reveal the full, perfect globes of her breasts.
They were pale and heavy, tipped with rosy nipples that hardened instantly under the combined, intense gazes of the three most powerful devils in the Underworld.
She let the garment slide further, down over the gentle curve of her stomach and the flare of her hips, until it finally whispered past her thighs and pooled around her ankles on the floor.
She stood before them, completely bare, a masterpiece of alabaster and silver. Her posture was ramrod straight, a perfect servant even in her nudity, yet the subtle rise and fall of her chest and the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed the thrum of energy and awareness that suffused the moment.
Between her legs, her pussy was already glistening with arousal, a delicate pearl of moisture forming at her slit. A single, clear trickle of her juices escaped, tracing a slow, glistening path down the inside of her pale thigh.
Sirzechs then made the Queen piece float towards her, positioning it in the valley between her perfect, plump breasts. With a gentle push, the piece sank directly into her flesh.
He then reached out, his fingers capturing both of her now pink and hardened nipples. He first dragged them in opposite directions, stretching them slightly, before pinching them both firmly.
A sharp gasp escaped Grayfia's lips, followed by a soft moan. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her breathing grew heavy.
A complex, glowing magic circle formed on the floor beneath her feet. Waves of immense demonic power flooded her veins, causing her to groan as her body began to lift into the air, suspended by the energy.
After several minutes of this intense transformation, her eyes snapped open, now glowing with the same brilliant crimson as her master's. The first reincarnated devil was born.
He was directly in front of her.
Close.
Close enough that she could feel his warmth. Close enough that her breath hitched faintly as his hand lifted—slow, deliberate—tilting her chin upward just enough to bring her gaze fully to his.
Grayfia's silver eyes met his, and for a fraction of a second, the composed Duchess of House Lucifuge was gone—replaced by a woman flushed just faintly beneath porcelain skin, her breath subtly uneven.
"You've been a good girl all day," he murmured. "Perfect. Submissive. Hot."
Grayfia swallowed.
"And now?" she whispered.
"And now," he said quietly, "you don't have to."
For a second, she hesitated.
Then her composure finally shattered.
Her fingers curled into the front of his coat as she leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling, tension coiling tight enough to snap. The room itself seemed to shrink around them, the world outside utterly forgotten.
Serafall flushed and very wisely turned around. Ajuka cleared his throat and stared extremely hard at a glowing holographic screen that absolutely did not need his attention.
Sirzechs' lips brushed against her lips and he carried on loving kisses making his way to her ears making Grayfia tremble.
"Later," he promised softly.
She exhaled shakily, nodding once.
"Yes… my Lord."
The moment stretched.
Then he stepped back.
Grayfia smoothed her uniform with slow, trembling hands and turned for the door without another word—her steps still composed, though her pulse was anything but.
As the door closed behind her, Sirzechs remained standing, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
Serafall peeked over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. "Wow. If you look at her like that again, the whole castle might collapse."
Sirzechs exhaled slowly.
"…Meeting adjourned."