Instinct took over—who could resist a scene like this? Draconis could feel desire surging, and with Rias's eager encouragement, he was ready to storm the gates. One more push and he'd be past the point of no return.
No way. If this kept going, there'd be no turning back.
He reached out, stopping Rias before things went too far. "Wait—stop."
Rias's eyes flashed, her breath quickening. "What's wrong? Don't think I'm good enough for you?"
He shook his head, voice gentle. "No way. It's my honor, honestly."
"Then lie back and let me handle it." She tried again, guiding him, determined to make this happen.
Draconis couldn't help but laugh, exasperated. This was getting out of hand.
He rolled, flipping Rias beneath him, meeting her gaze with quiet seriousness. "We can't. Rias, I don't care about my own reputation, but I can't risk yours."
If not for that damned engagement, he'd have thrown caution to the wind. But as things stood, he couldn't just let Rias act on impulse. Sure, if they took things all the way, her family would have to shut up—but at the cost of her honor. Rumors would spread, and the Gremory name would be dragged through the mud.
Draconis never cared what people thought of him—he'd always kept a low profile just to avoid attention. But Rias? He cared deeply. He wouldn't let her become the target of ridicule.
Rias sighed, frustration bleeding into her voice. "Honor… At a time like this, you're still worrying about me? If we don't do this, I'll have to marry someone else."
He smiled, brushing a kiss across her lips. "Who else would I worry about? But this plan of yours… it's a last resort, and not a good one."
"Didn't we agree? If things really get desperate, you leave it to me."
"…You?" Rias blinked, genuinely puzzled. She couldn't imagine what Draconis could possibly do.
He caught her doubt, but just smiled softly. "You don't trust me? When have I ever let you down?"
Rias hesitated, studying him. She could feel his confidence—this wasn't just bravado.
"You really think you can fix this?"
He nodded, a quiet laugh in his voice. "I didn't train this hard for nothing."
"…Really?" Relief flooded her features. She hugged him tight, her body hot against his, desire flaring again.
"Hey, careful…" Draconis murmured, voice low. "You're making it hard to hold back."
Rias blinked, realizing, then giggled softly. After a moment, she whispered, "Want me to help you like last time?"
Draconis hesitated, lips twitching. "Maybe not… You're not exactly an expert, and those sharp teeth…"
Rias laughed, her eyes sparkling. "I'll be careful! But you have to help me too."
"How?" he asked, curious.
"Same way. We can only do what we can, right now…"
He got it—sixty-nine? Draconis let out a low hum. "Deal."
—
After a long, satisfying release, Draconis lay with Rias curled in his arms. He glanced toward the corner of the room, lips quirking.
"Looks like someone's been waiting for a while…"
Rias followed his gaze, lips pressed together. "You can come out."
A magic circle flared, and a woman materialized—silver hair cascading down her back, maid uniform perfectly fitted, every line of her face beautiful but severe. She radiated strength; just one look and you could feel her power.
"Lady Rias, to think you'd stoop to such things with a lowborn like him. If Master hears of this, he'll be devastated."
Rias stood, unyielding, squaring off against the formidable maid. "My body is mine. No one else gets to decide what I do with it."
Her voice was ice, her presence matching the maid's. "And I won't forgive you for calling my servant 'lowborn.' Even if you're my brother's Queen, Grayfia, I won't stand for it. He's worth more than any of those twisted old nobles."
Rias spoke with anger, and Grayfia fell silent, lips tight.
After a moment, Grayfia sighed, bent to pick up Rias's clothes, and draped them over her shoulders. "Regardless, you are the next head of the Gremory family. Please conduct yourself with dignity."
She turned, eyes sweeping over Draconis, sizing him up. He sat calmly on the bed, unflinching despite the dangerous aura she projected.
"So you're the boy Lady Rias has caused all this trouble over?" Her tone was cool, dismissive—she clearly didn't think much of him.
Rias started to protest, but Draconis spoke first, voice soft but firm. "You've got it wrong. Rias isn't doing this for me."
He stood, a flash of light enveloping him as a fresh set of clothes appeared. He met Grayfia's gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "Rias is fighting for herself."
Grayfia stared, her aura intensifying, pressure filling the room. It was like her eyes alone could crush a person.
Draconis felt it, but he wasn't the type to bow to intimidation. He drew on his Sacred Gear, his will unyielding, matching Grayfia's stare.
"Enough, Grayfia!" Rias's voice rang out, stronger than ever. "You may be the strongest Queen in the Underworld, but you don't get to control my life."
She drew a deep breath, gathering her courage. "If you have something to say, say it at my castle. I'm bringing Akeno with me. Any objections?"
Grayfia lowered her gaze, conceding a little. "You are a high-class devil. Bringing your Queen is proper."
"Good. Let's settle this once and for all." Rias took Draconis's hand, activating the teleportation spell.
Grayfia followed close behind. In the castle, everyone gathered—Koneko, Asia, and the rest.
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