~Grayfia Lucifuge~
Grayfia had made a mistake.
That mistake was expecting Yuta Yukimura to not defy all established common sense for once.
Her Yuta had indeed managed to overturn everything she considered normal once again. She had gotten used to his frankly overpowered ability to just keep developing more and more abilities randomly, sohow. But not once had she anticipated that he would be from the Leviathan bloodline.
Was he actually from the Leviathan bloodline? Nobody could prove that. But everything pointed to it, even his enigmatic human parents that were so unremarkable they may as well have only existed in writing.
But having Satan lineage potent enough to possess the original ability was one thing. Reviving soone was another. That was beyond the scope of Devils. No Devil had EVER had such an ability before. The miracle of revival was reserved for only the strongest of gods like Shiva.
So, of course, she demanded an explanation from him.
"So, my newest ability, the one I developed after defeating Kokabiel is called the Law of Regression. It allows to reverse causality in a localised area or target to reverse an effect in exchange for suffering from Karmic Backlash. And since Akeno's mom is... weak, I an weaker than I am and not dead for long, it was not too hard to revive her."
He had awakened a bloodline power on par with the original Satans, and maybe on par with the divinity of a god.
There was just no other thing to call his "Law of Regression", even the power over ti had not managed to perform the miracle of revival. And while the fact that he had such a potent healing ability would not be hidden, the fact that he could revive people was a fact that was going to be left very unsaid.
...Or it would be if the person he revived was not the wife of a Cadre.
Hiding that could be a little more difficult.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration. She truly loved Yuta, but that did not an his unpredictability did not frustrate her at tis.
"And you did not care to share this with ?"
He looked away with a cute guilty expression.
"I was planning to tell you the next ti I saw you since you were busy. And I did actually tell you."
She sighed; she couldn't exactly bla him for that now.
While she was thinking of the possible outcos of such an act, Yuta got out of his couch and moved behind her, and without saying a word, he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Yuta-san, what are you- oooh~"
She felt herself lt when he suddenly started massaging her shoulder, despite her being the maid, which made her cheeks flush. But the massage felt like precisely what she needed right now as she felt the tension drain from her shoulders.
"You looked really stressed and tense, Grayfia. Just let do this for you. What were you going to say again?"
Grayfia desperately tried to fight the blush rushing up to her cheeks and the corners of her lips from curling. She was not used to people doing it to her; she was the one who took care of people, not the other way around. But looking into his intense eyes, she felt the resolve to refute him lt away.
"A-ahem, about your Leviathan heritage. We were planning to announce it to the entire underworld in around 4 days. We need you to transform for your High Rank Promotion ceremony. Can you do that?"
He nodded.
"I sure can."
"That's goo~d" She forcefully shut her mouth to prevent herself from moaning out loud in an undignified manner.
"It's a few days because we need ti for rumours to spread first from news getting "leaked" to not cause riots and such. And to anticipate a response from Katrera."
He gently massaged her neck in such a way that her voice almost leaked while he said in a nonchalant tone.
"Right, my extremist Aunt or Half-Sister or Niece or Great Aunt or Great Niece or whatever my relation to her is. I read up on it before you ca in. I wouldn't. Do I need to worry about like... promotions or doing interviews or sothing? Or worry about assassinations? I'm pretty experienced with those. Unless it's a Kokabiel situation, I'm confident I can run from anyone weaker than Tiamat."
Grayfia shook her head, allowing herself to fully lean into the massage, knowing she couldn't exactly run.
"No. So of my acquaintances, along with lord Sirzechs and Lady Serafall, will be handling everything. And for assassinations, I will be by your side, so I won't allow harm to co to you."
He lightly chuckled at her words.
"Right, I should have expected as such. Thanks for always letting rely on you Grayfia, and uh, sorry for having to rely on you."
Grayfia couldn't keep the blush off her cheeks at those words. While she refused to admit it, she did have an... appreciation for her efforts getting acknowledged and for serving others.
This mix of being serviced herself and also being praised at the sa ti made her emotions run in all sorts of directions
"Mmhmm, don't worry, Yuta-san, I will serve you to the best of my abilities. I swear on my honour as a maid. So please feel free to rely on ."
"Thanks Grayfia, I really do appreciate it. Without you, I wouldn't be where I currently am, nor the man I managed to turn myself into."
Her desires were very conflicting at the mont. She knew she shouldn't feel like this, but she did.
"A-ahem, Yuta-san. I have sothing that needs... attending, yes, I have to clean the house. Let's continue our talks later."
She quickly got out of the couch and excused herself in a rather undignified manner as Yuta nodded.
"Sure, if you want to relax or have a break, I recently stocked the cellar with Hlanith Wine, and the pantry has lunchboxes made by . A token of gratitude."
Rembering the taste of the wine, Grayfia felt her throat parched. She could use a drink. Especially to distract herself from these thoughts, that night was a one-and-done deal after all. She shouldn't imagine it again. Perish the thought
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~Yuta Yukimura - 1 Day Later~
"Ooof. How are you this strong? I thought I was supposed to be the devil here?"
"Huhu~! Don't underestimate , I'm- I was one of the best exorcists in the Vatican you know?"
I rubbed my sore ass from being thrown to the ground unceremoniously by Irina, my Novice Hand-to-Hand Combat really proved itself to be... novice. It was the day after my eting with Grayfia, and I was now sparring with Irina in hand-to-hand combat. It was usually Grayfia who helped with that stuff, but I decided to leave her alone for a bit while she handled whatever business she needed to handle. So it was Irina who offered to spar with .
It was a simple spar to get back into combat shape after not doing anything for basically over a week. I felt like I was losing my edge without being subjected to life-and-death situations every other week. And Irina was definitely great at the whole combat thing.
Not a single punch or kick I threw managed to land on her. I definitely more than edged her out in the physical departnt as a Devil who was also a Demon Lord, but she moved too swiftly and could see my punches coming from a mile away. It didn't help that she was used to fighting people physically stronger than her.
And she was also pretty damn strong, enough to deform tal with punches due to training from the church.
She was currently only wearing her spats and a sports bra, exposing her athletic body quite nicely. Seeing distracted with staring at her ass she blushed but then wore a smirk.
"Wow, you really are a boy with how distracted you are. It's sinful buuuut- if you manage to knock down I'll let you touch my ass! That should motivate you right-"
Irina stopped her words short as I looked down at her, standing 2 heads over her with my visage looking more demonic than any devil, long, sharp horns curling around my head with my plate-sized fists poised in front of my body, ready for her to co at .
"Hey no abilities! That's cheating! How do you expect to beat you in Devil Trigger form!? Do you really want it that much!? Were you planning to kill !?"
My expression dropped as I let go of my Devil Trigger form and returned to my regular form. Maybe I should have just speed blitzed her?
"Geez, have so rcy in your soul."
I wished I could defeat Irina in a fair fight with my base stats, but that didn't seem very plausible. I was very reliant on my abilities to fight. Although I had gotten a ticket for sucking on Tiamat's tits, it was an item and not exactly useful for my current situation either.
Feat Achieved! Drink Tiamamilk
1x Gold Trait Gacha Ticket
Rolling Gold Item Gacha...
A Common Item
[XX - Judgent]
|Common Item|
Tarot Card - Allows you to compel soone to tell what they think is the truth without being able to intend to trick you. 120 Hour Cooldown
It was useful, nothing that really helped improve my natural skills, which is why I was sparring with Irina.
"C'mon, you can do it! Visualise success!"
I cracked my neck; she was right. If I just visualise my goal and work towards it, I can accomplish anything. No giving up here. I was used to fighting with my bare hands. And I was a Demon Lord for Tiamat's sake.
"Right, I have to do this. For Irina's ass!"
"Not that part!"
I charged at Irina, my passion burning in my eyes.
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"...How did this happen?"
I won.
I am missing a few teeth, but I won.
"Maybe you just underestimated ?"
Irina looked aggrieved as I used the Law of Regression to heal myself easily, a wound so minute that it didn't even trigger Karmic Backlash and just took my mana instead.
"No, I didn't! You just fought like a madman! You are supposed to try to dodge punches or block, not just take them to the face and keep trying to grab ! You are the weird one here! That wouldn't work against anyone else!"
I crossed my arms.
"But I wasn't fighting against anyone else."
"F-fine, if you want it that bad, go ahead, claim your prize!"
Irina humped and turned around, presenting her very nice-looking ass to , the fruits of my labour in the form of peaches being presented to . I took a mont to appreciate this gift before reaching and grabbing them with both hands.
"Mmm..."
Irina made a subtle noise as my fingers sank into her supple flesh. Her ass was perky, but despite being fairly muscular, it was perfectly soft too, with a nice jiggle to it. Like it was handcrafted by the forces of the universe with its own gravity pull.
"Mou~! How l-long are you gonna feel it!?"
"I can't help it, it's like a magnet, my hands refuse to leave."
"Stop ssing around!"
Despite saying that, Irina made no attempt to remove my hands as I savoured the feeling of this holy ass.
"You have a great body, Irina."
"You shouldn't say that out loud!"
Finally, I released her ass after getting thoroughly acquainted with its shape, making Irina release a soft sigh of relief.
"Finally, I'm gonna take a shower. And no peeking! Alright?"
"..."
"Fine, but only a little!"
"..."
"Geez, fine you can watch. You lecher."
Irina walked away with a fierce blush on her cheeks as I blinked.
"Wait, what did you say? I was zoning out."
...Eh, I'm sure it's not that important.
Just as I was about to get back to doing whatever, my phone made the sound of a text arriving, making pull it out of my pocket (Not making the mistake of leaving it in shadow storage again and never hearing anyone call ) and check who it was that texted instead of sending a telephatic ssage.
'Sona Sitri: Yuta-kun, are you available?'
A/N: Yuta took offence to Grayfia thinking he would ever conform to such paltry things as reasonable expectations. And her fall is nearly there, just a few chapters, and the Milf Maid will finally fall into Yuta's hands without basically any effort from his end funnily.
I felt like writing an Irina scene and show that Yuta is actually still not that strong. He has strong abilities gilled up to the teeth but he never had proper downti to work on his base skills and train properly. That aside, I wonder what Sona wants?
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