Chapter 61: Husband and wife

Why would he do such a thing? If that's the case, he could have prepared the bedroom here as well.

Leaning forward, they were close enough to reach each other, and Grayfia chatted with Riser while eating the breakfast she prepared. It was small talk they had never exchanged before, insignificant conversations that they would probably forget by tomorrow.

Is it okay to spend time like this? Grayfia wanted to say.

Maybe Riser had grown tired of her. That's why he wasted time from the beginning, knowing that he would lose the competition. No, it couldn't be. Riser wouldn't do something like that. He was a man who would discard himself if he got bored.

While wearing a mask of a smile, Grayfia continued to observe Riser's actions.

After finishing breakfast, they sat on the couch together. It was a small couch that could accommodate three people. In front of them, a flat-screen TV played the morning news. It might be considered a luxury item in the human world, but it held little value to Riser and the others.

Was Riser's desire to live a modest life as a married couple? Despite being born into the Phoenix family, he had strange values. Perhaps it was because he was born into a family with access to many things that he sought a modest life.

Peaceful days continued thereafter.

They watched movies from the human world together. Riser seemed to have a liking for the human world, especially Japan. Knowing that didn't change anything. Once this competition was over, knowing the hobbies of a man she would never have any further connection with was meaningless.

However, the impression of him being an enigmatic man was somewhat erased.

He wasn't an entirely irredeemable villain.

Grayfia was able to interact with Riser more naturally than before. She played the role of a loving wife to her husband and leaned on him. Occasionally, when Riser embraced her in search of warmth, she hugged him back.

"I love you."

"Yes, me too."

In response to his words, she calmly replied with the pre-determined words. There was no love in those words, but there was a hint of tenderness. Riser hungered for affection. Perhaps something had happened in the past. Whenever she saw his lonely expression, she recalled the strong desires he had directed towards her.

While doubts remained, if Riser were a man who kept all his promises to Grayfia. If he had been consumed by insatiable desires and had even reached out to relatives like Ravel, and yet his desires remained unquenched and directed towards Grayfia. Maybe Riser was also a victim consumed by his own desires.

What a sweet thought, Grayfia self-mockingly remarked.

Riser was a cruel man. That's fine. It's easy to deny.

But she couldn't help thinking that there might be good aspects to Riser. Riser couldn't have been a villain since childhood. Perhaps something happened in the past. It's uncertain whether it was due to becoming intoxicated by the power he obtained, but the only mistake Riser committed was something like incest.

He even broke off the engagement with Rias. He was a man who could understand through negotiations.

If that's the case, then in exchange for the love he had shown her so far, Grayfia would love him in the end.

Only for this brief period, Grayfia decided to accept Riser.

Without the duties of a maid, she simply spent her time by Riser's side. They had lunch together, dinner together, and even bathed together.

And also on the bed.

"Ah, ah, aah..."

Both of them stripped naked and engaged in intercourse in the missionary position.

Today, Riser was gentle even during sex. It was a stark contrast to the bestial, rough copulation, as if it was a lie. He showed concern for Grayfia, different from the act of being tormented that her body had become accustomed to.

"Does it feel good, Grayfia?"

"Yes, very..."

That was Grayfia's true feelings. There was no need to hold back or pretend, it simply felt good. Moans escaped her without her needing to suppress them. Because she had to love Riser now, there was no need to force her voice to be stifled.

Yes, she had been pushing herself too hard until now.

She didn't want to admit it, but sex with Riser was genuinely pleasurable. The pleasure that surged like waves every second surpassed anything she had experienced with Sirzechs. She could clearly feel the difference between the two.

"Mmm, haa...!"

Her consciousness momentarily exploded as Riser's glans poked at her cervix.

Why was that? When she surrendered herself to Riser, who was skilled in sex while thinking of Sirzechs, her mood heightened faster than usual. She was amazed at the fact that she had already reached a light climax. Her expression melted away as she tried to tighten it.

But now she realized that it was okay.

She could have a loose expression. After all, she was playing the role of Riser's wife. Even during sex, it should be acceptable for a woman to show such a face. Indeed, Riser, who was looking at Grayfia's face, seemed to be satisfied.

This is fine. Telling herself that, Grayfia began to taste the gentle sex.

Riser's precious rights had already been consumed for a week.

During that time, Riser simply enjoyed his life with Grayfia in the pseudo space.

Not only the Gremory mansion but the entire Underworld was reproduced in the pseudo space. There were also replicas of demons created to resemble those in reality, and they lived their daily lives naturally, thinking of themselves as real. They went on dates in the city of Lilith, the replicated capital of the Underworld, repeatedly experiencing a feeling of returning to reality. They had meals at fashionable cafes and picked out clothes for each other at stores. It was a down-to-earth, almost commoner-like dating experience that she had rarely had with Sirzechs.