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That evening, Issei sat cross-legged in his bedroom at his parents’ house, running through the breathing exercises Rias had taught him.
It had taken a lot of effort and a bit of trial and error, but with simple meditation and focused breathwork, he could now feel the Aether flowing through him. It was still strange—something so foreign and intangible—but the more time he spent with it, the more he began to associate it with himself, a part of him. As real as his lungs or his limbs.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
His Aether wasn’t truly tied to his breathing—nothing physical, not really. It was meta-physical, in nature and behavior. But the breathing helped. Helped him focus, helped him visualize and control it.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Ironically, he found that he got the best results when he wasn’t actively focusing on the exercise itself. So as his breath settled into a rhythm, he let his mind wander.
Rias and he had kept up their “experimenting” over the past few days, and the results had been both fun and illuminating. They’d racked up over two hundred points so far—and in the process, Rias had discovered the system had hidden multipliers embedded into the scoring structure.
Chief among them? A 100% First-Time Bonus.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
They’d been disappointed to learn that uploading photos online wasn’t exploitable—but that disappointment quickly faded once they realized every new act that registered with the system earned double points. It was almost too easy.
Not that he'd ever vocalise such thoughts, or focus on them too hard. The overgrown lizard had proven to be always listening. And he wouldn’t put it past the scaly cunt to change the rules just to spite him.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
They were already planning to make the most of the hefty bonuses they’d discovered on the final day of his “incarceration,” paired with a potion from the shop that would double his point gain again for a full day.
Stacking multipliers worked both in gaming, and in real life. The cage’s bonus, the first time bonus and the potions bonus combined with any other hidden multipliers they could find…?
Issei wasn’t sure which he was more excited about—the massive future influx of points… or what Rias intended to do to earn them.
Unreal…I really am a cuck…
Breathe in. Breathe out.
But he didn’t let that idle thought—or the emotions behind it—go to waste. Rias had explained that magic wasn’t as scientific as he’d assumed. It came down to emotion and the application of will. Passion was the spark, his mind only helped shape it.
Many mages used emotion as a catalyst, she'd explained—a flint to ignite their Aether into something more focused and tangible. Issei did the same here. His face warmed with heat and desire as he envisioned Rias, head thrown back in silent ecstasy, locked in a passionate embrace with a faceless man.
He let that heat fill him. Let the lust, the ache, the excitement—all of it—fuel the flow of Aether through his body. And more specifically, into his fingers.
Warmth. Passion. Lust. Excitement. Forbidden desires. Cuckold.
The first time he’d tried this, he’d nearly blown his fingers off.
But this time, with a focused picture in his mind and a clear intention for what he wanted his Aether—no, his Fire Essence—to do, he willed it into form.
Issei’s eyes snapped open as a smile stretched across his face. Not just because his face was flushed with arousal, but because—this time—he felt the magic work.
His fingertips had begun to glow—just faintly. A bright, embarrassed red, as if they were blushing from the inside out. Heat flowed into them, concentrated and controlled.
Carefully, and with only a minimum of focus to maintain the effect, Issei pressed his warm fingertips against the soles of his own feet.
He nearly groaned aloud from how insanely pleasurable the sensation was.
I’m going to have so much fun with this…
Nearly tearing up in joy from successfully performing his first real, controlled act of magic, Issei looked up—just as a giddy Rias slipped into his room.
‘I love your mother so much,’ she said with a laugh, ‘but she’s certainly… excitable.’
‘Can you blame her?’ Issei grinned, his dark eyes taking in his fiance's flushed, delighted features with a warmth entirely different from the one radiating from the tips of his fingers—magical in a different way. ‘She’s always wanted a daughter.’
Rias had gone all out that evening. While she'd met and hung out with his parents plenty of times before, tonight had been the first of a different kind.
It had been the night Issei had introduced her as their future daughter-in-law.
Rias had dressed to impress—eager to make the best second, first impression. A cream knit sweater hugged her upper half, soft and classy, paired with a dark green tartan skirt that hit just above the knee. Black stockings, tidy brown ankle boots, and her hair done to silky perfection over one shoulder. No cleavage, no seduction—just warmth, elegance, and that quiet kind of beauty that made her feel untouchably perfect.
She looked like someone’s dream daughter-in-law.
Theirs, to be exact.
When they'd arrived that evening, Issei hadn't even been able to get a word out before his mum's “mum senses” tingled, and she immediately spotted the ring.
Not that Rias was trying to hide it, what… with the massive, megawatt smile she'd been sporting and the way she crossed her arms and positioned her hand to make sure it hit the light just right.
Queue screams and instant water works.
Though Issei will never forget the look of disbelief and grudging respect on his old man's face.
Rias flushed with delight at his sweet words, and looked ready to throw herself on the bed—until she caught the giddy expression on his face, and the way he held his splayed, glowing fingers.
‘You did it…?’
‘I dunno,’ Issei teased, wiggling his still-blushing fingertips. ‘Why don’t you come over here, tell me all about how our parents pampered you, and you can find out for yourself?’
With an excited giggle, Rias launched herself onto his bed like she was cannonballing into a pool, her feet landing squarely in his lap. The second Issei began massaging her arches with his supernaturally warmed thumbs, a loud, entirely indecent moan escaped her lips.
‘Ooooh Hells yes—honey, are you sure you don’t want to be a foot-massage mage? I’ll spare no expense making sure you’re unparalleled…’
She squealed and giggled as Issei reached up and gave her thigh a playful pinch.
‘Lower your voice Princess,’ Issei hissed, his eyes dancing with mischief. ‘This ain't no mansion, you don't want to spoil the evening by moaning like a little whore. These walls ain’t stone.’
Rias’ eyes sparked with equal mischief and challenge. ‘Oh, I'm sure mum and dad will understand. We're young and in love, our passion merely got the better of—eek!’
Issei went from applying soothing pressure to tickling in an instant. As much as Rias loved his foot rubs, Issei always had to be careful. She was almost ridiculously ticklish.
‘Stop! Stop! Uncle! UNCLE!’
Issei only relented when one of Rias’ flailing legs nearly took his head off.
Issei’s body may have gotten an upgrade, but his fiancée was a far stronger Devil than he was. He wasn’t sure he wanted to risk getting his head squashed like a watermelon…
‘So?’ he asked, after they’d calmed and caught their breaths. ‘Do I pass?’
Sitting across from him on the bed, Rias gave him a measuring glance before putting her feet in his lap again with a pout. Rolling his eyes, Issei went back to rubbing her feet as Rias watched him like a hawk. It was far easier this time to get the warming magic to his finger tips, but apparently not quick enough.
‘That’s still very slow. Even for a reincarnated human, you’re unusually…untalented.’
‘Wow…tell me how you really feel.’
Rias winced and shot him an apologetic look. ‘I’m sorry. I was just musing out loud. Though now that I think about it, I’m not sure if this is your fault, or a comment on your talent.’
Issei frowned, pressing deeper into the balls of Rias’ feet and earning himself a delighted, gentle moan. ‘What’re you sayin?’
Rias took a moment to compose herself before answering. ‘I fear the Codex may be suppressing your potential far more than we initially feared. It offers great power, but it’s made sure it is your only source of power.’
Issei frowned, the spike of anger her words lit in him only aiding in his fiancée’s foot rub. ‘Incentivises us to use the shop, right? Sneaky fucking lizard.’
Rias shot him a warning look and didn’t comment on his words. He figured she had thoughts in that regard, but until they could speak and be sure Ddraig couldn’t overhear, he figured she’d be keeping said thoughts to herself.
‘So?’ Issei prompted after a beat of silence. ‘Can I spend my points mommy? Please?’
Rias giggled at his pouting face and baby voice, but instead of answering, she leaned back on her hands and lifted her free foot to his face.
‘Not mommy. Mistress. Kiss my feet my beloved Pawn and I’ll think about it…’
Calling her bluff, Issei brought both of her feet up to his lips and started to lick and kiss them with a passion someone with a die-hard foot fetish would have to grudgingly respect.
If they didn’t die of jealousy first.
He’d have preferred the stockings to not be there, but Rias might actually kick his ass if he kept destroying her clothes.
Not like she can’t afford it..
‘I’m starting to think you have a foot fetish…’ Rias gasped, watching him with wide eyes as he went to town.
‘I have a you fetish,’ he corrected. ‘It’s not my fault you gush like a waterfall whenever I do this.’
Rias’ face flushed a brilliant crimson and she pouted adorably at him through her moans. ‘Shut up.’
Issei chuckled and, while kissing and licking her feet, his hands danced up her calves and started to rub her there too with his heat-treated fingertips. ‘Well? Can I spend some points?’
‘You know the rules…’
They’d accumulated several hundred points in a few nights of experimentation alone and Issei could make several purchases if he so chose. Rias had made him promise to hold off though until she did more research, then extracted another, asking that he run his decisions by her first before making any purchases. Not so much to limit him, but just in case he made poor decisions based on a potential lack information or flawed logic.
Issei could hardly complain. As far as he was concerned, the points were as much Rias’ as they were his own.
She was doing most of the work, after all…
Issei had his first pick at the forefront of his mind and pulled it up on his interface before bringing it up to Rias.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
Draconic Danger Instincts - 50 AP
Dragons are born few and hunted often. The Codex awakens ancestral instincts buried deep in your blood—flickers of primal warning that whisper just before danger strikes.
Effects: Grants a low-level sense for immediate, personal danger. You will not perceive what the danger is—only that it is. The effect is momentary and limited to threats directed at you specifically.
‘I want to buy Draconic Danger—’
‘Agreed,’ Rias cut him off, not even letting him get the words out of his mouth. He paused in his foot rub, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline at not even being able to get his reasoning out. ‘What? Did you think I’d disagree with an ability that would keep you safe? Don’t insult me. If that wasn’t your first choice, we were going to have problems.’
Issei grinned. ‘My my, aren’t you feisty this evening.’
Rolling her eyes, she reluctantly pulled her feet out of his grasp and crossed her legs, eyeing him with interest and excitement. ‘Go on. I’m curious to see how this works!’
Shrugging, Issei made the easiest choice of his life. He wondered how the night of his death would have played out had he had this sense before the bird bitch sniped him from the sky like a coward.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
Are you sure you wish to purchase Draconic Danger Instincts for 50 AP?
Y / N
With a shrug, Issei mentally focused on the Y and made the purchase.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
-50 AP
Ascension Points: 363 AP
Initialising. . .
Issei blinked, realising he hadn’t even looked at his points total since before the last, end-of-day influx. It looked like Rias’ kinky games in the bedroom had netted them over 150 AP and he hadn’t even realised.
Well, now I don’t feel so weird about the whole strap-on thing… if it’s gonna get us this many points, I’ll bend over and take it like a man.
His thoughts were cut off as his entire body started to tingle and his vision began to swim.
‘Are you okay?’
He must have swayed or something, because even though it sounded like it came from the other room, Rias’s voice held an unmistakable note of concern.
‘Little… woozy?’
At some point, she’d pulled his head into her lap, her fingers gently combing through his hair. When the spinning stopped, he was already resting there, grounded by her presence.
‘All good?’
Issei blinked away the fog and gave her a small smile as he pushed himself upright. He half-expected the room to sway again—but it stayed still.
He shook his head to clear the last cobwebs—
—and suddenly moved.
There was no thought. No sound. Just a gut-deep pull behind him, like a sudden shift in gravity—an instinctive twist of his stomach that screamed for him to do something.
He obeyed before his mind could catch up, ducking low and rolling to the right in a smooth, fluid motion.
A bolt of crackling red energy sliced through the space he’d just vacated, hitting the wall with a muffled whump and leaving behind a scorched, smouldering hole in the plaster.
Issei froze, heart racing.
Slowly, he looked back at where he’d been sitting, then down at his own body in amazement. ‘Wow… I did that?’ He turned toward Rias, jaw slightly slack. ‘I—I didn’t even think about it. I just moved, then bam, I’m dodging like Spiderman…’
Rias was perched casually on the bed, one knee tucked under her, the faint glow of dismissed magic still fading from her hand. She was smiling.
‘Looks like the Danger Sense was a wise investment. You moved like someone who’s been training for years.’
Issei stared at his hands, flexing his fingers like he was wearing someone else’s skin. ‘That felt… automatic. Like… like my body reacted before I even knew what was happening.’
‘That’s good,’ Rias said, clearly pleased. ‘Hopefully, with time, you’ll grow used to and maybe even improve on it. Maybe there’ll even be an option in a higher level shop that’ll let you upgrade it?’
Issei’s mouth opened to respond—then closed—then opened again.
He blinked, and pointed an accusing finger at his fiancée.
‘You shot me!’
‘Better me than someone actually trying to kill you,’ Rias said without missing a beat. With a wave of her hand, the damage that she’d done to his wall was repaired with a simple spell, leaving perfect, unblemished plaster behind. ‘At least now we know it works.’
‘You shot me!’
‘Oh, relax. It was a low-power bolt. Worst-case scenario, It punches a hole through you and I heal you. I made sure to avoid your vitals.’
She was far too casual about this.
Issei squinted at her. ‘I can’t even tell if you’re being serious right now.’
‘You dodged. Flawlessly.’ She grinned. ‘You should be thanking me. Not whinging.’
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but couldn’t help the way his chest swelled just a little. Even as the indignation simmered, pride pushed its way through.
It was small, but he’d just been given tangible proof that he was growing stronger. It ignited a fire in his soul, an addiction most gamers would instantly understand. That desire to improve, to grind XP and get stronger. To do it so much that he completely trivialised the end-game…
Rias stood and stretched, her knit sweater pulling tight against her large breasts just enough to be distracting as she turned toward him.
‘Well, we’ve got damage avoidance covered for now,’ she said breezily. ‘But don’t think you’re invincible. You won’t be able to dodge everything.’
She gave him a sly look, her eyes gleaming with intent. Issei knew what she meant before she even finished speaking.
Body cultivation.
Rias had tried to give him the rundown of what that meant for Devils, but they’d quickly learnt that the typical method that his new peerage mates used didn’t work for him.
More Codex fuckery, he assumed.
Not all was lost though, the Codex offered him several options to temper and strengthen his own body, each one different and more strange than the last. He’d spent days agonizing over the options, knowing that it was an irreversible choice and one he’d had to live with for a very long time, but no matter how many times he read over the list, Issei always came back to one choice.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
Body Cultivation - FATED CHOICE - 100 AP
Red Dragon: Bone Forging
Descendants of Ddraig, the Red Dragons honed their bodies in battle and flame. This path tempers muscle and bone with internal combustion, building overwhelming power through controlled destruction.
Perks: Enhanced strength, damage resistance, thermal resilience.
White Dragon: Path of the Hollowed Core
The White Dragons embodied stillness, control, and denial—masters of defense and internal stasis. Their cultivation focused on containment over release, adapting the body to resist not only external forces, but internal disruption.
This path refines bone marrow, breath, and spiritual cohesion to render the body inert to manipulation.
Perks: Resistant to spiritual and mental effects, perfect breath control, enhanced mental control
Blue Dragon: Path of the Stormvein
The Blue Dragons channeled lightning and sky currents, becoming beings of speed and momentum. This path refines nerves, tendons, and blood flow to allow rapid motion and aerial agility.
Perks: Lightning reflexes, step-based movement skills, fall reduction.
Violet Dragon: Arcane Infusion
Violet Dragons embodied arcane perfection, fusing body and magic into one. This path infuses the flesh with ambient aether, enhancing durability and vastly increasing magical control and sensitivity.
Perks: aether regeneration, arcane resistance, enhanced aether control.
Black Dragon: Shadow Melding
Black Dragons moved unseen, their bodies adapted to silence and surprise. This path strengthens the body’s elasticity and stillness, allowing inhuman flexibility, stealth, and the melding with Shadows.
Perks: Near-silent movement, Shadow-step, contortion.
Green Dragon: Verdant Tempering
Green Dragons were bastions of life, their bodies burning with enduring essence. This path reworks the circulatory and cellular systems to convert ambient energy into life force.
Perks: Passive healing, stamina boost, toxin resistance.
Chromatic Dragon: Harmonious Balance
Chromatic Dragons were the synthesis of all elemental lineages—beings of balance, harmony, and transcendence. This path doesn’t specialize, but instead rotates and cycles between forms, adapting the body moment-to-moment.
Cultivators on this path train not just muscle or magic, but modularity, allowing temporary attunement to other draconic states.
Perks: Gain the cultivation of all other Dragon families, but to a lesser extent. Trade power for versatility.
They hadn’t initially known what a Fated Choice was, but Rias made an educated guess based on what options in the store they were tied to.
This was a one and done thing, there would be no going back to select another or to combine cultivation paths.
That was okay though, because as tempting as some of the options sounded, Issei wanted to be a mage—so only one made sense.
When he sent Rias a cheeky grin, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. ‘Why am I not surprised?’
Issei’s smile dimmed. ‘You don’t think I should go for it?’
Rias sighed and rubbed her forehead. ‘No, I told you I’m not going to govern your path. I’m only here to make sure you don’t make stupid choices based on a lack of information, or to just be a sounding board.’ She paused, her frown deepening. ‘I’m just worried your… partner might take issue.’
Issei winced. He didn’t miss the very obvious mention of Ddraig with the Bone Forging. Letting out a sigh, he could only shrug and send Rias a confident smile.
‘If the lizard wanted me to pick his path, he shouldn’t have been so lame.’
Rias suppressed a grin and gave Issei an encouraging nod.
He made his choice.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
Are you sure you wish to purchase Violet Dragon: Arcane Infusion Body Cultivation method for 100 AP? This is a FATED choice and will define your immortal body’s cultivation path forevermore.
The User will be rendered unconscious for a time as necessary changes to the body are made.
Proceed?
Y / N
Hoping it wouldn’t knock him out for as long as his reincarnation had—he shuddered when he imagined his mum’s reaction—Issei warned Rias of what might happen before confirming.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
You have officially chosen to abandon the legacy of the Red Dragon of Domination, in favor of glowing fingers and heightened magical sensitivity.
Your bones will remain unimpressive. Your body, as pathetic as always.
You could have reforged every part of yourself had you chosen Bone Forging.
Yes—even that tiny, pitiful, caged embarrassment you call a manhood.
But hey—at least you’ll feel everything.
Enjoy your new body, Cucklord.
Issei didn’t even have time to let out a rage-filled scream before everything went black.
When his eyes once more fluttered open he felt… different. Not only did he feel more connected to his Aether in a way that felt instinctual, he also felt it in the air around him, on the bed he was laying on, heck, even in Rias.
And it was in that moment that Issei truly understood the vast boost in power igniting and advancing one’s core provided. While Issei felt as if his body was soaked with Aether like a sponge, Rias felt like a swimming pool of pure, radiant power.
He very much wanted that power for himself…
‘How do you feel…?’
Issei realised he was staring at his own fingers for a little too long when Rias broke the silence. Looking up from his position resting in her lap, he smiled. ‘How long was I out?’
‘Only an hour,’ Rias grinned. ‘Your mother brought us some tea. Yours is cold…although…’
Looking over at his bedside table, Issei spied the cold cup of tea in question. Seeing Rias’ encouraging nod, Issei dipped a finger in the cool, fragrant liquid and did his little glowing finger trick.
Issei’s eyes widened in shock at how easily his Aether obeyed his command, flowing through his body and transforming into fire essence as easily as breathing—though he still found the extra step of needing to convert the Aether annoying.
In seconds, his tea was steaming and bubbling and, not wanting to find out if his new skin was resistant to burns, he pulled his finger out before he could find out.
Looking back at his fiancée, he was proud to see her eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline, her eyes wide with shock.
Realising he was waiting for her approval, Rias grinned. ‘I can’t tell if the Codex’s suppression of your potential was truly nefarious, or if you’re just that talented without the shackles holding your back… but that was… impressive.’
‘Maybe it’s both?’
Rias smiled wide and bent down to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. ‘That wouldn’t surprise me. You’re amazing, Issei.’
Flushing deep at her earnest praise, Issei changed the topic by letting Rias know about Ddraig’s unwelcome, passive-aggressive notification message.
‘Is that what you want?’ Rias teased, expertly hiding the anger she felt at Ddraig messing with her man. ‘Do you wish you had a bigger penis?’
Issei flushed deeper and scratched his cheek in embarrassment. ‘I mean… who doesn’t…?’
Rias started running her hands up and down his chest, the tips of her fingers teasing at the belt on his jeans.
She bent down, her tits pressing against his face and her lips close to his ear. ‘What if I like your tiny, little penis?’ she teased with a breathless giggle, her hot breath as well as her dancing fingers causing pleasant tingles to run up and down his body. ‘What if I told you there are ways with magic to make you bigger, but I didn’t want that…?’
Issei’s mouth was as dry as the desert and he looked up at Rias in shock as she put him in an impossible situation.
‘Well? What’s your decision?’
At seeing the look in his fiancée’s eyes, he quashed the fantasies of having a dick so big it hung down to his knees and let out an annoyed sigh and a childish pout. ‘I need you to understand how deep this declaration of love is, okay? The fact that I care more about your feelings than having a giant dick—you understand the sacrifice I’m making, yes?’
Rias’ eyes sparkled with mischief. ‘There’s always someone with a bigger dick, my love. Be confident in your own body, that’s much sexier than swinging around a piece of flesh you have absolutely no control over… besides…’
She leaned down again, her lips once more pressed against his ear. This time, however, she’d slipped her hand into his jeans and cupped his caged cock, his fingertips teasing at his swollen balls.
‘Imagine the look on Akeno’s face when you bring her to orgasm after screaming orgasm with this little guy…’
His eyebrows disappearing into his hairline, Issei grabbed Rias’ wrist and pulled them away, staring deep into his fiancée’s eyes.
‘What is this? This isn’t the first time you’ve made a joke like that—what’s the game here?’
‘What joke?’ she teased, smiling playfully. ‘What? You think you’re the only one turned on by the idea of watching the one they love with someone else? Ever consider that I’m incredibly proud of my future husband, and I don’t like it when Akeno looks down on you?’
She’d barely finished her proclamation by the time Issei cupped the sides of her face and pulled her down into a tender, passionate upside-down kiss. The heated exchange didn’t let-up until there was a gentle knock at his bedroom door and his mum poked her head inside, metaphorical hearts in her eyes.
‘Oh my! You two are so sweet together!’
‘Mum!’ Issei yelped, scandalised. ‘Don’t just stick your head in, we could have been doing… other stuff!’
Both Rias and his mother giggled at his dismay, though his red-headed fiancée was still flushed with her passion and excitement.
‘That’s all perfectly natural honey and besides, I trust I would have heard it if you two were doing such things. These walls are rather thin, you know?’
Issei fell back on the bed and covered his face with Rias’ skirt. ‘Kill me now.’
The women started giggling again.
‘Will you two be staying the night?’
‘Not tonight, mother,’ Rias whispered the title, as if still getting used to it. His mum either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the hesitation however—she looked ready to pass out from happiness. ‘Issei and I have made plans for tonight—plans we’re already running late for.’
‘Ooh, then let me give you both a hug before you leave!’
His face flushed crimson, Issei didn’t fight it as his mum hugged them both before letting herself out, a giant smile still on her lips and her eyes watering with happiness.
When she was gone, Issei turned to Rias with a raised eyebrow. ‘What plans…?
Rias’ smile turned positively filthy. ‘Well, we just spent a lot of points tonight, my love. I think it’s time we go out and experiment some more. Broaden our horizons, if you will…’
Upon seeing the look in his fiancée’s eyes, Issei very much doubted she had more roleplay in mind.
His face flushed crimson for a completely different reason and, if it weren’t for his cage, he was sure he’d have torn a hole in his jeans.
As Rias took his hand and led him out of his childhood home, bidding his parents a good evening on their way, he felt her trembling in his grip.
It would have been easy to write this off as excitement, but Issei knew his fiancée better. She was putting on a brave face, and she hid it incredibly well, but Rias was terrified.
She likes to talk a big game, but she’s just as scared as I am…
Instead of pointing it out, as Rias talked and laughed with his parents, he wrapped both arms around her waist from behind and snuggled up behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. Her trembling instantly stilled at his touch and she turned and offered him a grateful side-eye.
Then the strangest thing happened. He felt a tickling in his mind. Not invasive, but gentle and probing.
A wide, predatory grin split his face in two.
Hah! No more sneaking into my mind unannounced, you naughty little slut. Looks like that cultivation thing changed more than just my body…
He felt Rias stiffen in his grasp, no doubt reading that thought as if he’d spoken it aloud to her.
Turned out an increased sensitivity to Aether was quite literal…
‘Otou-san, look at them—they’re already silently communicating! Isn’t that precious?’
‘You’re right, Kaa-san. It’s like they’re already married!’
‘You two are hilarious,’ Issei poked at them with an eye-roll, squeezing Rias tighter as he made to turn and leave. His fiancée was blushing up a storm, a delighted smile on her beautiful features. ‘You should take your comedy act on the road.’
‘Bye Mum, bye Dad, I can’t wait to see you again!’
Issei had made sure to have the talk with his parents when they’d planned this dinner. He’d made sure they wouldn’t spoil the mood by bringing up Rias’ parents, and that she’d tell them the story themselves when she was comfortable. They’d been alarmed, but understanding.
It had likely also played a not inconsiderable part in how quickly they’d adopted her as a daughter.
‘Don’t be a stranger, Rias! We have a wedding to plan!’
In good cheer and with a spring to their step, Issei and Rias left with big smiles and full bellies. They rounded the corner into a dark alley, away from the street lights, when Rias suddenly shoved him up against the wall and leaned up to capture his lips in a heated, passionate kiss.
Rias poured so much emotion into the kiss that it took his breath away, effectively shutting down all higher brain function.
When she finally pulled away, Rias continued to stare up at him with glistening eyes, her roiling emotions threatening to boil over.
‘Tonight was… perfect. Magical.’
Issei grinned crookedly. ‘I told you they’d love you. Honestly? Bringing you home with that ring on your finger? I don’t think my pops has ever been prouder of me.’
Rias’ chuckle was wet and she buried her face in his chest before he could see the tears threatening to spill.
‘Hey,’ Issei soothed, rubbing gentle circles into her back. ‘You’re part of a real family now. They’ll love you like parents should and it’ll be great, you’ll see.’
She shook in his arms, her grip around his waist almost suffocating.
‘I love you so much,’ she whispered, her shaky voice muffled by his chest.
Issei just held her, giving Rias time to compose herself and providing what comfort he could. When she finally pulled away, other than a slight reddening of her eyes, she showed no signs of her emotional outburst.
‘You over it?’ he teased, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘The rest of our night will be pretty awkward if you’re all weepy and emotional.’
Rias barked out a laugh and pressed her voluptuous body against his, sandwiching him against the wall.
‘Oh? And what, exactly, do you foresee happening this evening…?’
Issei’s heart was hammering in his chest, his face flushed with passion and a little embarrassment.
‘I dunno… you tell me, Mistress…’
Rias groaned and ground against him with need at his words. Pulling away, she looked down at his groin while biting her lip sexily.
‘I wish you didn’t have that thing on… I want to fuck you so bad…’
When she turned her face back up to meet his gaze, the look in her eyes made his knees weak.
‘Looks like I’ll have to find someone who can help me with my urges…’
-
The bar sat like a secret above the city.
Floor-to-ceiling glass bled the glow of Tokyo across dark hardwood floors, and from where Issei sat—tucked into the velvet shadows of a booth near the back—the view was breathtaking. Shibuya shimmered beneath them like a galaxy in the night sky, each building crowned in neon. The city was alive, electric.
So was he.
And he hated it.
He hadn’t expected this, not exactly. When Rias had tugged him into a teleport circle after leaving his parents' house—still warm from the positive, emotional evening—he thought they were headed into the city. Instead, they’d flashed home first, to her—their, he corrected himself—mountain manor, just long enough for her to change, for her to strip in front of him without shame, then redress into something properly devastating.
She didn’t just change her clothes.
She changed everything.
One moment, she was standing in front of him as the perfect future daughter-in-law—sweet, modest, elegant—the kind of woman any mother would dream of welcoming into the family, dressed in innocence and beauty, a faint scent of sakura perfume lingering behind her when she moved.
And then she slipped out of it all, like a snake shedding its skin, or a chameleon changing the colour of its scales.
What she pulled on next was… something else.
And his mouth turned dry when he realised she wasn’t changing for him.
A black cocktail dress, soft and clingy, like it had been poured over her skin instead of zipped up. It hugged every curve, rising just above the knee with a thigh-slit sharp enough to wound, and dipped low across her back in a smooth, impossible line. The fabric was rich, almost matte, but it caught the light with every shift of her hips—not glittering, just… whispering a sinful promise.
It was subtle. Elegant. And unreasonably dangerous.
She’d transformed.
From fiancée to fantasy. From girl-next-door to goddess from the Underworld. From the woman Issei would be marrying… to teasing seductress.
And she knew it. He could see it in her eyes when she turned around, her red hair tumbling down her shoulders like spilled wine.
She didn’t smile.
She smirked.
He could tell it was all an act for his benefit. The smirk wasn’t quite as confident as she tried to portray, a slight quivering of her lips and quickening of her breath giving her away.
She was as nervous as he was—if not more so.
‘Well?’ she said, reaching for her coat. ‘Shall we go and continue our experimentation?’
Issei couldn’t speak.
He just followed.
Then came the second jump—to Tokyo.
Here, in the chaos of Japan's sleepless heart, there was zero chance of being recognized. No familiar faces. No eyes from KU, no accidental run-ins with fellow peerage members or Sona. They could disappear. Two strangers in a sea of millions. Two lovers on a journey of discovery and taboo lust.
The drink in his hand—a smoky Japanese whisky, three fingers neat—had barely moved. He didn’t trust himself to finish it. His throat was already tight, and his heart had learned a strange new rhythm: slow, deliberate beats of longing that refused to fade.
He couldn’t get hard—not anymore, not while bound in this fucking cage—but that only made the arousal sharper. Crueler. Like being forced to breathe in smoke without the release of coughing.
And still… he watched.
She was radiant in the low light.
The thigh-slit of her dress revealed a scandalous stretch of pale, delicious leg, and the neckline dipped just low enough to frame her cleavage like an invitation—ample, impossible to ignore, but never vulgar. The tight fabric clung to her hips and waist with a kind of practiced elegance, every detail chosen with intent, every curve and contour of her perfect body highlighted and put on display—like bait, for the circling sharks.
She looked less like the working girls who prowled bars like this, and more like a Hollywood starlet stepping off the red carpet—untouchable, magnetic, dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with desperation.
Beautiful. Refined. Approachable.
No man would look at her and think slut.
That was the trick.
That was what made it so unbelievably hot.
She was seated diagonally across from him, at a rounded corner booth lined with plush green velvet. A man in a tailored navy blazer sat beside her—not across, but beside—his body angled inwards, knees brushing hers. He was foreign. Well-groomed. Confident, but not loud. Exactly the type that would thrive in this kind of bar, where eye contact could be foreplay and a shared laugh might mean everything or nothing.
Rias was laughing now. Lightly. Her fingers grazed the man’s wrist as he gestured. Her body leaned toward his in that practiced, almost unconscious arc women used when they wanted to be wanted.
Issei swallowed.
He hated the man.
Hated the ease of him. The way Rias leaned into his space like she belonged there.
And yet, most of all, he hated what he didn’t feel.
Because once, this had been his nightmare scenario.
He still remembered the early days—when they’d first started dating and he’d been a bundle of nerves and hormones and crippling self-doubt. Rias was supernaturally beautiful, the kind of girl other people stared at even when she wasn’t trying. Back then, every lingering look from a stranger had felt like a threat. Every smile she gave had felt like a test he could fail.
He used to wake from dreams like this in a sweat—watching her with someone else, powerless to intervene. A bad fantasy. A loss he couldn't afford.
And now… he was watching it happen.
And he was aroused.
Whether that meant he’d matured, or grown more secure in their relationship, or just learned to live inside the fires of his taboo, degenerate arousal instead of running from it—he didn’t know. But the ache was there, full and bright. The cage at his groin kept the physical manifestation of his arousal in check, but his mind was a whirlwind of turbulent emotions—Jealousy. Angst. Arousal—and his face and the back of his neck felt like he’d cast his new spell on them.
And still… he watched.
The man’s hand rested lightly on her knee now. Testing. Slow-moving. Rias didn’t flinch. If anything, she adjusted her posture just enough to let the gesture seem natural. Then her own hand slid under the table.
Subtle. Delicate.
She didn’t rush. Her fingers moved with the same elegance she poured into spellwork—slow, precise, devastating. The man stiffened. His conversation faltered. Rias smiled and whispered something that made his throat bob in a hard swallow.
Her other hand reached for her drink.
From Issei’s angle, he couldn’t see what she was doing—but he could feel it, like it was happening to him. Her arm moved slightly. Rhythmically. The man’s hand gripped the edge of the table, his eyes wide with shock and his handsome face blossoming with passion.
A flicker in his thigh. A shudder. A breath caught.
And then—a subtle collapse.
Not a gasp. Not a moan. But a total loss of posture, a quiet death rattle of restraint. The man exhaled hard through his nose and leaned back against the booth, trying not to shake.
Rias gave him a moment.
Then, with slow, theatrical calm, she reached beneath the table for a napkin, wiped her fingers, and took one last sip of her drink.
She smiled at him. Kissed him—gently, a reward more than affection—and stood.
‘Excuse me,’ she said, brushing her skirt smooth. ‘I think I need to freshen up.’
She didn’t wait for him to recover. Didn’t wait for him to speak.
She sauntered away, hips swaying with quiet pride, and every head in the room turned to watch her go.
Issei most of all.
Did she just give him a fucking handjob?! In the middle of the bar?!?!?!
He didn’t need to wait long for an answer, as the man composed himself and hurried away. Issei noticed that he angled his body in a way so as few people as possible would note the wet spot at the front of his slacks.
Holy shit…
He nearly jumped when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and in his race to dig it out, he nearly flung it across the room. He was shaking, so turned on he couldn’t believe it, so desperate for details that he could hardly think straight.
It was a message. From Rias.
Wifey
Did you enjoy the show?
With hands shaking, Issei hurriedly typed out a response.
Issei
If I wasn’t wearing the cage, I don’t think that dude would be the only one in that bar making a mess in his pants…
Wifey
🤣
Issei
Did you really give him a handjob?????
Wifey
Barely.
I hardly touched him and he came all over my hand.
He was tiny, and a quickshot which was a bit disappointing.
Not as tiny as you though, my love. 😘
Issei
…
Why does that turn me on so much?
I’m so fucked up…
Wifey
No, you’re just my perfect little cuckold.
Is he still there? Would be a bit awkward to find someone else while he’s still mooning over me…
Issei
Someone else???????
Wifey
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Did you think I got dolled up for 10 minutes of fun? The night is far from over, my beloved cuckold.
Best make yourself comfortable…
Issei leaned back in his chair and bit his fist to stifle a groan. She was so unbelievably sexy when acting like this, mostly because he knew it was an act and it didn’t come naturally to her.
Though she certainly looked in her element when flirting with that first guy…
Issei
Yeah, he’s gone.
He “wet himself” 🤣🤣🤣
Try not to get kicked out.
Wifey
🤣
🥵
Challenge Accepted.
😈
Rias returned from the bathroom with the same calm grace she always walked with, but Issei noticed the subtle adjustments—the relaxed shoulders, the looser sway of her hips, the flush that hadn’t quite left her cheeks. If the first dude—he’ll call him the minuteman—had been a warm-up, she was now glowing with momentum, ready for her next challenge.
She didn’t return to her old seat.
Instead, she chose a new booth along the far wall, deeper in shadow, facing the city skyline through the towering window panes. She crossed her legs, adjusted her skirt, and ordered a drink with a smile soft enough to be inviting, yet distant enough to make her seem untouchable.
That balance never lasted long, not in a place like this.
To the sharks circling the waters that evening, untouchable was merely a challenge.
It wasn’t even five minutes before one of the men from a nearby group broke from the pack and wandered over. He had Hispanic features with a short beard and wore a clean blazer over a black shirt left half-unbuttoned. Another foreigner, like so many in this bar—Issei had overheard them earlier, joking in English with the loud ease of Americans abroad.
Rias welcomed him with an inviting smile and gorgeous blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief and promise.
The flirting started light—playful laughter, fingers brushing her hand as he complimented her drink choice. But like everything she did tonight, it built in layers. The man leaned in closer. Rias tilted her head back, offering her neck like a dare. The booth was nestled far enough from the bar’s main traffic that no one seemed to notice them.
Except Issei.
He could see everything.
He knew she’d chosen this seat for that reason alone.
Their faces were close now, foreheads touching, her smile curling just before their lips met. It wasn’t desperate or showy—it was slow, sensual, filled with promises Issei wouldn’t be the one to cash in on.
Then, under the cover of their kiss, her hand moved again.
Issei’s breath caught. From his booth, he saw the subtle movement of her elbow, the shift in her shoulder, the faint tremble of her wrist as it slipped beneath the edge of the table. The man leaned into her harder, deepening the kiss, one hand cupping the side of her face, the other...sliding into the front of her dress.
Issei’s jaw clenched as he watched her bare breast disappear behind the man’s shielding frame. He couldn’t see anything below the table—but he didn’t need to. The guy’s body was a curtain, and Rias was the show behind it. She moaned softly into the kiss, her legs shifting, thighs parting slightly.
Then the man surprised them both.
He pulled back, whispered something into her ear that made Rias blink—then slid from the booth and dropped beneath the table.
Issei’s heart skipped.
Rias’ eyes widened.
For a split second, she looked unsure—then his tongue found her, and all uncertainty vanished.
No one in the bar noticed the man was gone. His seat still blocked the view from the other patrons. But Issei could see her, the way her back stiffened, the slight arch in her spine as she bit the inside of her cheek and tried not to react too much. Her hands clutched the edge of the table now, knuckles white.
Their eyes met.
Across the bar, through shadows and candlelight, Rias looked straight at Issei. Not past him. Not through him.
At him.
It was the first time that evening at the bar that she’d properly acknowledged his presence, and it somehow made the entire experience more naughty and visceral. Issei shook right along with his trembling fiancée, his eyes wide with disbelief at the sheer arrogance and gumption of the foreigner.
Is this what Americans are like in their own bars…?
Her face flushed a deeper shade of red. Her lips parted as she sucked in a shaky breath, then caught it again. She was trying to maintain composure, to not draw attention. But it was failing. Her pupils were blown wide. Her hips shifted subtly beneath the table.
She looked perfect. Powerful and vulnerable all at once.
Then she came.
Her whole body tensed for half a heartbeat. She bit her lip, hard, barely muffling the gasp that threatened to betray her. Her thighs clenched beneath the table, her fingers dug into the velvet cushions, and her head tipped back just enough to tell Issei exactly what had happened.
He nearly came too.
Not physically—he couldn’t, or at least he didn’t think he could with the cage on—but it felt like his whole body was short-circuiting. His brain shutting down and rebooting.
It was like a post-nut clarity…without the nutting.
His hands shook. His mouth was dry. He’d never wanted to touch himself more in his entire life—not even back in his shameless, degenerate teenage years when he thought about girls nonstop and jerked off to blurry hentai scans until his foreskin was covered in friction sores.
This was something else.
This was real.
This was his fiancée.
Before anything could escalate further, a commotion stirred in the corner.
The rest of the man’s group had noticed his absence, and one of them was on the phone, pale-faced and tense. Something urgent had come up. One by one, the men stood, tossing cash on the table and collecting jackets. Work emergency. Something big.
The man under the table emerged quietly, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and leaned in to give Rias a tender, almost apologetic kiss.
He whispered something into her ear that had Rias blushing up a storm, but Issei couldn’t hear.
Then he grabbed his coat, offered a look that somehow blended disappointment and gratitude, and hurried to join his friends.
Rias sat still for a moment. Straightened her dress. Smoothed her hair.
And then she smiled.
Soft. Coy.
Smug.
His fiancée was already scanning the crowd of prospective partners, while Issei was still recovering from what she’d just done.
They’d long since crossed the line. While there’d been no penetration—yet—Rias had been with other men, had touched and stroked their cocks, had even had one of them go down on her.
Rather than feel devastated, Issei was trembling with excitement, his skin pale and clammy and his eyes wide with disbelief. He’d long since downed his glass of whiskey and a pretty waitress had, at some point, replaced it.
He hadn’t even noticed.
Issei had barely survived the show Rias had put on for him so far with the two strangers, he had no idea how he was supposed to survive a third.
Rias disappeared into the bathroom again, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She said she was going to freshen up, but Issei knew she was checking in—touching base, as she put it. A simple exchange over text, short and private.
He didn’t remember what he sent her.
Reassurance. Encouragement. Probably something pathetic, maybe something sweet. It didn’t matter. He was too wired and messed up emotionally to care.
Issei’s hands shook as he took a sip of his whiskey. He couldn’t remember what he’d sent to Rias, but he knew one thing for certain.
The night wasn’t over.
The lounge was quieter now. It was getting late. A few guests paid their tabs. Conversations dulled to background noise. Midnight crept closer, and the bar’s energy was winding down with the city below.
Issei thought Rias might actually struggle finding another suitor.
Until the perfect suitor waltzed in from the hotel, just before closing.
The man who entered was impossible to miss. Tall, dark-skinned, and built like a basketball star in a tailored suit that looked one flex away from bursting at the seams. Every thread hugged his physique, not for fashion but because it had no choice. Issei’s eyes went to the diamond-crusted watch on his wrist, and the distressingly obscene bulge at the front of his too-tight pants.
This man was an apex predator, and his eyes zeroed in on his prey the second she entered his vision.
Rias returned his stare with a composure he wasn’t sure was real.
She had returned to her seat moments earlier, perched like a queen on a high-backed velvet booth, drink in hand, legs crossed. Her eyes followed the man as he stepped up to the bar—but he didn’t come to her.
Not yet.
Instead, he ordered a drink. One of the fruity cocktails Rias had been sipping all night. And from across the room, their eyes met.
Their gazes remained locked in challenge and to Issei, it was as if all sound had been sucked out of the room, all the air from his lungs.
Is this how easy it is for women…?
It wasn’t a pick-up. Not really. Something was conveyed between his fiancée and the tall, dark and handsome man, but Issei wasn’t quite sure it was flirting.
It was a silent dare.
When he finally walked over, drink in hand, it felt like the bar collectively tilted in their direction. He sat beside her, too close to be accidental, and offered the cocktail without a word. Rias took it with a smile, discarding her nearly empty glass without a care. Their conversation began low and intimate, almost hard to hear even from Issei’s vantage point.
They didn’t jump straight to heat like the others had. No groping, no hands under the table. This was different. They were talking, laughing—sitting close enough their legs brushed, their shoulders touched.
Issei could feel the current building. The momentum, heavier with each slow-burning beat.
Rias tilted her head back, exposing her throat. An unspoken invitation.
The man leaned in and began to kiss her neck, slow, reverent, the kind of kisses that implied foreplay was a religion. Rias shuddered at his touch, eyes fluttering closed.
But then—she stopped him, her eyes heavily lidded and her lip caught between her perfect teeth..
Leaning in, she whispered something into his ear, low and sultry.
His eyes widened.
And then he stood, his cool, confidence suddenly replaced with urgency and excitement.
Rias rose with him. Hand-in-hand, they turned toward the exit.
As they passed Issei’s booth, Rias discreetly brushed her hand across his shoulder—a delicate, passing caress that nobody would have picked up on unless they were Sherlock Holmes.
His body lit up like live wire. Not just from the touch, but from the pulse of magic embedded in it. His Aether-sensitivity—newly cultivated, raw and hyper-tuned—sparked like static. Rias had cast a spell on him.
He blinked—and, after a hurried self-examination, he realised there was nothing to examine.
With but a touch, Rias had made him invisible.
Her intent couldn’t have been clearer.
He tossed a few bills onto the table and hurried after them, his heart pounding loud enough he was sure someone—anyone—would hear.
He caught them just in time.
The elevator doors were closing, Rias and her lover already inside. Issei slipped through the gap as it shut behind him, the air thick with tension and perfume and the scent of something inevitable.
The moment the doors sealed, they were on each other.
The man’s hands gripped Rias’ hips as he spun her into the wall. Her dress slipped down with ease—her breasts falling free—and his mouth was on them before she could even moan. She leaned back, fingers tangled in his tight-cropped hair as he suckled, licked, and bit, her cries echoing in the gold-lit glass chamber.
Then the elevator dinged.
Another couple stepped in. Wide-eyed. Frozen.
Rias met their gaze but didn’t stop moaning or gasping out her cries of passion. If anything, she arched harder into the man’s mouth, her breasts gleaming under his tongue. Her gaze spoke of challenge, daring them to say something, to complain, to denigrate her.
They did none of those things, their gazes lowering to the ground as they silently joined them in the elevator.
Issei watched the scene in stunned silence. His heart threatened to beat its way out of his chest and he wondered if there was a point he’d be so turned on, his little warrior would just surge out of its constraints in protest, desperate for attention…
The couple stepped off at the next floor in awkward silence. No one spoke a word. Not unless you counted desperate moans and greedy grunts.
They got off at the sixteenth floor. Issei followed at a distance, still cloaked in magic, his own footsteps sounding miles away.
They reached the man’s room—rather quaint, more so than his glittering jewellery would suggest. He opened the door, and Rias pushed him inside.
Issei just slipped through the gap before it shut.
Then chaos.
Clothes were everywhere. Lips locked, hands groped, and by the time they made it to the king-sized bed, Rias was in nothing but lacy black lingerie, her heels kicked off and quickly forgotten. The man, fully nude now save for a pair of too-tight briefs that did very little to hide his impressive endowment, pushed her onto the bed and buried his face between her legs.
Issei’s knees nearly gave out.
From across the room, he watched her tremble and cry out, her lover’s long arms gripping her thighs, his hands playing with her tits while his tongue worked deep and slow.
She moaned freely now, unrestrained, the kind of sound that made Issei’s vision blur.
He found a chair near the wall and sank into it—the cuck chair, in every sense. He didn’t even care.
At this point, his biggest point of angst was his inability to stroke his neglected cock…
His hands shook in his lap. He could feel the cage digging into him, the normally comfortable weight suddenly feeling overbearing. But it didn’t matter. He couldn't look away.
Rias came again—loud, hard, her body arching off the bed like she’d been struck by lightning.
And then, desperate and trembling with arousal, she pulled her lover up and yanked off his last bit of clothing.
The sight made Issei’s heart stop.
It was one thing to know, the visible bulge even when fully dressed was hard to miss.
It was quite another to see.
The cock that sprang free hit her chin on the way out.
It was monstrous. Obscene.
Bigger than anything Issei had ever seen—even in the hentai he used to consume like oxygen.
Even Rias stared in awe, speechless, before wrapping her fingers—both hands—around it and stroking.
They didn’t—couldn’t—close all the way around.
While distracted by the towering pillar of masculinity, the man’s arms reached down and uncupped his fiancée’s bra, her heavy tits spilling free and jiggling as they hung low on her chest.
Rias continued to stroke the massive cock like she was in a trance, as if she were climbing a rope in gym class, her pale, delicate hands spreading his excitement along the immense length and making it glisten in the light.
While the contrast of pale skin and obsidian flesh was exciting and secretly wicked to Issei, he couldn’t take his eyes off the engagement ring he’d only just slipped on Rias’ finger the previous week, already glistening and shining with her lover’s excitement. Soiled. Perfect.
The man hadn’t even noticed the ring, or just didn’t care, his eyes fixated on Rias’ tits as they jiggled with her jerking movements. Not that Issei could blame him—his fiancée had the kind of tits that would drive any man wild. Large, and natural, the kind of tits his friends would denigrate, because the retarded virgins had probably never seen a real pair in their lives.
And if they had, they weren’t even close to being in the same class as his fiancée’s…
And suddenly, the man’s pawing at Rias’ breasts had a purpose. He wasn’t just eager to play with them, it was an instruction. Taking a heavy globe of pale flesh in each hand, he wrapped them around his colossal shaft and encouraged Rias with an eager nod.
Rias smiled wide, released the man’s cock and took her own breasts in hand.
Eagerly and with an excited look on her face Issei found mesmerising, she started a titfuck that made the man groan like thunder, his hands gripping her hair as she worked him between her breasts.
Issei was light-headed.
Then Rias opened her mouth, and swallowed the oversized head.
He nearly blacked out.
The moans, the slurping, the messy sheen of spit and precum between her tits—it was like watching porn filtered through love and insanity.
Just before he could finish, Rias pulled back with a gasp, her hands still stroking.
‘Come on, baby,’ she whispered in English, and even Issei’s rudimentary understanding of the language was enough to allow him to follow. ‘We’re running out of time. My fiancé’s waiting, I promised to meet him at midnight…’
It turned out the man hadn’t noticed the ring on Rias’ finger, though judging by the jewellery he sported, maybe it didn’t even register as more than a toy in comparison…
The man twitched at the realisation, his eyes going wide. His head flung back, he bit a fist to muffle a surprised, exultant groan. Rias’ giggle was muffled by the anaconda that she’d crammed back into her greedy little mouth.
He’d seen her face when she sucked his own dick, it looked nothing like it did in that moment. Rias could barely fit more than the head past her lips and she still looked to be struggling.
Hoping desperately his degeneracy wouldn’t get them in trouble, Issei silently slipped out his phone—which, weirdly, was also under the effects of the invisibility spell—and started to take pictures for his collection, hoping desperately that Rias’ wet slurping and gurgling sounds as well as the man’s loud groans would be enough to mask the sound of the camera shutter.
With the knowledge that the smokeshow that was sucking his dick was another man’s woman, her dark-skinned lover didn’t last much longer, and he came with an almost animalistic groan. His giant, plum-sized balls pulsed as he pumped a prodigious load in his fiancée’s mouth.
Rias swallowed as much as she could. Most of it. A thick spurt still escaped, running down her lip and onto her chest as she milked him with slow, sensual strokes—as if he were a cow and she were milking him.
Or a bull…
The man collapsed beside her on the bed, panting.
Rias redressed in silence—slow, graceful, smug. Issei nearly lost it when she collected the loose strand of cum from her chest and slipped it into her mouth with a hum of approval.
And then she walked out with a wink and a smile.
Issei followed, still trembling.
They didn’t speak until they were back in the elevator.
Rias hit the stop button in between floors, turned to him, and waved her hand.
The invisibility dispelled.
Issei opened his mouth to speak—but she was already on him.
Her lips crashed into his, wild and greedy. He kissed her back—until he tasted it.
Salt.
He recognized it immediately.
She’d made him taste his own before. But this—this wasn’t his.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, pushing more of it in. Rias’ silence had apparently more to do with saving a surprise for him than it did with any kind of introspection or subterfuge.
Issei’s mind screamed in shock and disgust.
But Rias was so turned on, so desperately aroused. Her hands roamed his body. Her hips ground into him. The taste was unbearable—and yet he swallowed.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done so before, and just like then, he switched his mind off and allowed his body to work on auto-pilot.
It was honestly a lot easier than thinking—his mind was still in turmoil anyway, working harder than it even did in his calculus classes..
The only sounds in the elevator were the gentle music and the smacking of lips as Rias mauled him with a passion he’d only ever seen once before—on the night he’d proposed to her. She was completely ravenous, turned-on in a way that beggared belief.
Then, midnight struck.
And his vision exploded.
Notifications bloomed in every corner of his mind like fireworks.
Ascension Points. Hundreds of them, no, as they tallied, it was closer to a thousand. More.
The system nearly crashed under the weight of the reward.
Issei could only stare at her, panting, body still buzzing from her kiss, the knowledge that his girl had been with not just one other man, but several, and the taste of a stranger’s cum on his lips still fresh.
And Rias?
Rias just smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief and arousal.
Like the devil herself.