“I’m clear-headed, Roy. I know exactly what I’m doing!” Rias insisted, her voice intensifying after his cautious words.

“I’ve thought this through. This is the only way to break free from my clan’s engagement.”

Her crimson hair cascaded over Roy’s body, each strand brushing against him.

Feeling her warmth and weight, Roy made a token effort to resist, more for show than conviction.

Rias swiftly shed her clothes, revealing her flawless figure without hesitation.

“Am I really not enough to move you, even like this?” she asked, a shy edge to her voice as she sensed his half-hearted pushback.

“I’m worn out today,” Roy sighed.

His nightly training with the Boosted Gear, pushing for the Balance Breaker, had drained him physically.

“I know this seems impulsive, and it took a lot for me to decide,” her face paling at his words.

“But you don’t need to make excuses to brush me off.”

Tired? Roy, host of a Longinus and a skilled swordsman, far surpassed ordinary humans in stamina.

Training alone couldn’t exhaust him. A battle might, but there’d been none.

“If I had another choice, I wouldn’t resort to this…” Rias began, her voice faltering.

“Hold that thought,” Roy cut in.

“We’ll talk later.”

“Later? I’m baring everything, and I still can’t reach you?” Rias froze, her confidence crumbling.

Her strength seemed to drain, and if she weren’t atop Roy, she might’ve slumped to the floor.

Pale, she started to rise.

In an instant, Roy flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him.

Rias hadn’t anticipated that his “talk later” was an action, not a dismissal.

The moment redefined her understanding of restraint.

Rias lay pinned beneath Roy, her crimson hair splayed wildly across the pillow, her naked body trembling under his weight.

Her vulnerability laid bare as he held her wrists gently but firmly.

Roy’s cock pressed hard against her thigh, his arousal clear, but his gaze was steady, piercing her defenses.

The dimly lit bedroom crackled with tension.

“Roy, I’m a liar,” Rias choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I tell everyone I’m training to be strong, but I’m lazy. I waste hours on anime, manga, stupid otaku crap.”

“I talk big, but I’m not working hard. I’m scared I’ll never be the heiress they expect.” Her voice broke, her chest heaving with shame.

Roy’s lips quirked into a warm, teasing grin. “You, a liar? Rias, you’rr still a badass devil.”

He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m here—training, fighting, everything. We’re a team now.”

His words were a lifeline, but her tears fell harder, her body tense with the weight of her confession and the unknown of what came next.

Rias pulled him down, kissing him desperately, all tongue and teeth, her hands clawing at his shoulders. Roy matched her intensity, groaning as his cock twitched against her.

He spread her legs wide, exposing her virgin pussy, pink and glistening with arousal but untouched.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled.

“Do it,” Rias said, voice shaky but defiant, her tears still falling.

“I want to be better, Roy. For you. For me.”

Her heart pounded, fear and need mixing as she braced for her first time.

“You will be,” Roy said, lining up his cock with her entrance.

“I’ve got you, Rias.” He pushed in slowly, the tip stretching her tight pussy, and Rias gasped, her nails digging into his back.

The pressure was intense, a sharp sting as her hymen resisted, and she whimpered, her body tensing.

Roy paused, kissing her softly. “Breathe, Rias. I’ll go slow.”

She nodded, tears spilling, and he pressed deeper, breaking through her virginity with a sudden sharp pain.

Rias cried out, a mix of hurt and relief, and Roy stilled, letting her adjust.

A trickle of blood stained the sheets beneath her, proof of her first time, and she clung to him, her breaths ragged.

“It hurts,” she whispered, voice small.

“I know,” Roy murmured, kissing her tears away.

“It’ll get better. I’m here.” He moved slowly, shallow thrusts, and the pain began to ease, replaced by a growing heat.

Rias moaned softly, her pussy stretching to take him, the sensation overwhelming but addictive.

Roy’s thrusts deepened, steady but not rough, the bed creaking as he fucked her.

“I’m such a slacker,” Rias panted, her voice breaking as pleasure mixed with her shame.

“I waste time, but I want to change.”

“You’re changing now,” Roy grunted, his hands gripping her hips, angling to hit a spot that made her gasp.

Her pussy clenched around him, slick with arousal and a hint of blood, and Roy’s thumb found her clit, rubbing fast.

Rias’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pain faded into pleasure.

She came suddenly, her pussy spasming, a sharp cry escaping as her first orgasm rocked her.

Roy slowed, letting her ride it out, his cock still buried deep.

He pulled out gently, his cock slick with her juices, and flipped her onto her stomach.

“More,” he said, voice rough.

He tugged her hips up, positioning them for 69.

Rias’s face hovered over his cock, her pussy above his mouth.

She hesitated, still reeling from her first time, but Roy’s tongue flicked her clit, and she moaned, the sensation reigniting her need.

“Roy, I—” she started, but his mouth sucked her pussy, cutting her off.

She gasped, then leaned down, licking the tip of his cock, tasting herself and the faint metallic hint of her blood.

His tongue worked her clit relentlessly, and she squirmed, her moans muffled as she took him deeper, sucking sloppily.

Her hands gripped his thighs, her pussy grinding against his face as he devoured her.

“I waste so much time,” Rias mumbled, pulling off his cock to stroke it with her hand, her fist pumping fast.

“I’m not enough.”

Roy’s tongue paused, and he smacked her ass lightly.

“You’re plenty. Keep sucking, Rias.” His voice was firm but warm, and she dove back in, her lips wrapping around his cock, bobbing her head while her hand jerked the base.

She alternated, sucking hard then stroking, spit and precum mixing as she worked him, her pussy throbbing from his tongue’s assault.

Her second orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching as she screamed around his cock, her body shaking.

Roy groaned, his hips bucking, but he held off, pulling her off him.

“Not done,” he said, sitting up and guiding her to kneel between his legs, his cock in hand.

“Suck me, Rias.”

She looked up, her pussy still tender but aching for more.

“I want to be better,” she whispered, gripping his cock, stroking it slowly, her hand slick from their mess.

“You will,” Roy said, playfully slapping her cheek with his cock, the light smack making her gasp.

“Stop stressing. Just focus on this.” He tapped her lips with the tip, smirking.

“Open.”

Rias hesitates but obeyed, her lips parting as she took him in, sucking hard, her tongue swirling the head.

She stroked him with one hand, the other digging into his thigh, her rhythm messy but eager.

Roy groaned, fingers in her hair, guiding her gently. “Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped.

She gagged as he hit her throat but kept going, spit dripping down her chin, her hand jerking him when she pulled back to breathe.

“I’m scared I’ll fail,” she gasped, stroking him fast, her voice raw.

“I talk big, but I don’t deliver.”

Roy’s grin softened, and he slapped her cheek with his cock again, teasing.

“You won’t fail. I’m here, Rias. We’ll train, fight, fuck—whatever it takes.” His words steadied her, and she sucked with renewed focus, her hand pumping in sync.

Roy’s groans grew louder, his hips twitching as she worked him, her mouth and fist relentless.

“Rias, I’m close,” he warned, voice strained.

She didn’t stop, sucking harder, her hand stroking faster.

He came with a grunt, hot cum spilling into her mouth, some dripping down her chin as she swallowed what she could.

She pulled off, panting, wiping her face.

Roy pulled her up.

“I love you,” she whispered, the words raw and unguarded.

“Love you too,”

He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs.

“One more,” he growled, thrusting his cock into her tender pussy.

Rias moaned, her walls gripping him, sore but craving him.

He fucked her hard, each thrust a promise, their bodies slick and desperate.

“You’re doing better now, Rias,” Roy grunted, pounding her, his thumb on her clit.

She came again, screaming his name, her pussy pulsing.

Roy followed, spilling inside her, his groans mixing with hers as they collapsed.

—

The next morning, Raynare, performing her maid duties, entered Roy’s bedroom to wake him.

She froze at the sight before her.

“You’re the fallen angel following Roy,” Rias said, rising swiftly from the bed.

With a flick of demonic power, she erased any traces of the night, gathered her scattered clothes, and dressed impeccably in front of Raynare.

” A devil…” Raynare’s eyes narrowed warily, locking onto Rias before glancing at Roy, still asleep. The scene spoke for itself.

“I’m Rias Gremory,” Rias introduced, her smile poised and generous, she was back to her confident self.

Raynare’s mind reeled.

She’d known Kuoh Town was the territory of the Gremory clan’s next head, but seeing Rias in person was a first.

“I’m Raynare, Lord Roy’s follower. I came to wake him,” Raynare said, her face impassive.

“Give him a bit longer,” Rias said, her smile elegant. “I’ll wake him later.”

Last night had stretched until two or three in the morning, leaving them both exhausted, collapsing without even showering.

“Yes,” Raynare replied automatically, retreating silently.

Outside, she bristled with annoyance and embarrassment. A fallen angel, cowed by a devil’s presence! Was this the aura of the Gremory heiress?

“No, that woman’s acting like she owns the place!” Raynare fumed, realizing Rias’s composed demeanor screamed mistress of the house.

Half an hour later, Rias woke Roy.

At the breakfast table, Koneko’s stoic face betrayed a flicker of confusion upon seeing Rias. “President, why are you here?”

Rias hesitated. How could she explain last night?

“Rias and I are dating. She’ll be moving in,” Roy said with a casual smile.

Koneko’s sharp gaze pierced Roy, as if trying to dissect him.

Asia’s eyes darted between Roy and Rias, wide with surprise.

“That’s right. Roy and I are together,” Rias confirmed, exhaling in relief, her smile warm.

“Understood,” Koneko said, her expression blank.

Her death-ray stare lingered on Roy before she turned to her breakfast, biting into it with unusual force, as if venting.

“Is Koneko upset?” Rias whispered to Roy, leaning close.

Koneko’s lack of expression didn’t fool Rias, who’d watched her grow up and could read her subtle cues.

“Maybe because of me?” Roy ventured, uncertain.

Koneko knew about his nights with Raynare and Mittelt.

Adding Rias to the mix likely didn’t sit well.

“No way. Koneko likes you,” Rias said, chuckling softly.

“You don’t think she’s jealous because I got to you first, do you?”

Koneko eased her aggressive chewing, eating more calmly.

After breakfast, the group headed to school, sparking another wave of fervent gossip.

First, the idolized first-years, Koneko and Asia, and now Rias, the school’s adored beauty, were all linked to Roy.

Since the sem began, Roy had been a constant topic, especially regarding his ties to the school’s most coveted girls.

In the boys’ eyes, he’d eclipsed Yuuto Kiba as the prime target of envy and resentment.

Back in class, Roy fielded a barrage of questions from classmates with practiced ease.

After school, he and Yuuto headed to the Occult Research Club, encountering Asia, Koneko, and a few of their classmates gathered around something.

“It’s the cats Koneko and I fed before. Didn’t expect to find them at school,” Asia explained with a bright smile, playing with the strays.

Among the four or five cats, a snow-white kitten stood out, pristine unlike the others.

It darted to Koneko’s feet, meowing urgently upon spotting Roy.

“That’s Koneko’s familiar.”

Startled by its cries, Koneko glanced at Roy, sized him up, then quickly turned to soothe the kitten.

“We’re heading to the club. Can you look after the cats?” Koneko asked her classmates.

“No problem, Koneko,” they assured. “We’ll find adopters.”

Satisfied, Koneko tugged Asia along, joining Roy and Yuuto toward the old schoolhouse.

As they neared, Roy’s expression shifted, his gaze snapping to the clubroom.

Yuuto’s face grew solemn, mirroring Roy’s focus.

“What’s wrong?” Asia asked, sensing the tension.

“Someone powerful is in there,” Roy replied, his eyes narrowing.

“Didn’t expect to sense that aura here,” Yuuto added, his expression grave.

“President and Akeno-senpai are already there,” Koneko said, anxiety creeping into her voice as she prepared to rush ahead.

“It’s fine. If someone that strong meant trouble, the school wouldn’t be this calm,” Roy said, placing a hand on Koneko’s shoulder.

“An enemy?” Asia asked, her hands clasped.

A green glow flickered, summoning her Twilight Healing rings, her face resolute.

“I can heal or fight if needed.”

“No need to panic,” Roy said with a reassuring smile. “Probably not an enemy. Let’s check it out.”

At the clubroom door, Roy didn’t knock, pushing it open and stepping inside.

Instantly, all eyes turned to the entrance.

Roy scanned the room.

Rias sat on the sofa, her expression stern.

Akeno stood behind her, her usual smile strained and forced.

A third figure dominated the space—a tall young woman in a maid outfit, her silver hair braided and draped forward, exuding a chilling aura.

She stood on a magic circle in the room’s center, poised like a dutiful maid.

Her overwhelming presence filled the air, radiating raw power.

Despite her attire, she faced Rias unflinchingly, as if they’d been debating moments ago.

The room brimmed with tense pressure, heavy and oppressive.

Asia, startled by the atmosphere, instinctively clutched Roy’s clothes.

Roy recognized the silver-haired maid: Grayfia Lucifuge, Rias’s sister-in-law and the Underworld’s strongest Queen, with power rivaling Satan-class.

Her formidable aura was no surprise.

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