Chapter 59: Melt Consciousness

Grayfia dismissed the thought of belittling her husband and took in the advance of the head into her cervix.

"Ahh, haa...!"

With Sirzechs, it had never reached this far. She didn't have this level of endurance. It was normal for Grayfia to be unable to reach climax even once while Riser ejaculated several times within that time. The amount and thickness of the ejaculate he produced were what she had considered normal.

It was all Riser's fault. His long and thick shaft that filled her vaginal opening, the highly pronounced glans that scratched all the right places, and the large testicles that produced copious amounts of rich semen. Every time they were filled with the boiling heat of his insatiable desire, Grayfia was engulfed in a pleasure that blew away her consciousness.

She didn't want to know about this kind of sex. If she didn't know, she could have believed that sex with Sirzechs was normal. But now, she understood deep in her bones that Sirzechs was inferior to Riser.

She had known that her body was falling into Riser's hands. It was the result of being repeatedly taken advantage of by his enduring Phoenix power. She had managed to resist by maintaining a strong heart. Regardless of whether Sirzechs' infidelity was true, her heart was severely shaken, and the difference in physicality with her husband was revealed, leaving her vulnerable.

"Ah..."

Riser's tongue left her mouth. Grayfia instinctively wanted to extend her tongue to chase after it, but she concealed that urge and maintained a calm demeanor. She couldn't let him perceive her inner turmoil. It was Riser after all; he would definitely target that weakness mercilessly.

Calm down, it'll be alright. Grayfia chanted in her mind.

Riser gently said as if he had just remembered. Although he wanted to avert her eyes reflexively because her ears had become overly sensitive, Grayfia listened attentively without flinching.

"This is a pseudo space modeled after the world of rating games, but it has been altered. One of the main differences is that time flows differently in this world compared to reality. Formally, the passing of dates exists, but the concept of time is frozen. Even if you live here for hundreds of years, you can return to the same time as when you entered once you leave."

He said it so casually. It was like claiming to have built an eternal world.

What part of this is a pseudo space? Where did he obtain this power from? Could it be related to the immortal characteristics of the Phoenix? Did the irregular power that originated from there sprout within the man known as Riser Phoenix?

Grayfia couldn't help but curse her fate for giving such power to a man like him.

Let's make a deal.

"Anyway, here's the deal. While it's fine for me to keep embracing you here forever, it wouldn't be interesting. If we continue for years, I'll inevitably win at some point. So let's have a short-term decisive battle. If you can defeat me, I'll let you return to your family."

Riser's proposition was enticing. It had nothing but advantages for Grayfia. In a long-term battle, there was a possibility of her losing to Riser, who was a Phoenix, but in a short period, she could had the advantage. After all, she had endured until now.

"But if I win, of course, Grayfia, you will be my wife for life."

However, Grayfia was suspicious. She couldn't understand the motive behind proposing a match that was so advantageous to her. While it was true that Riser would obtain what he desired if he won, the possibility of reluctantly letting it slip away was too high.

Did he become impatient because he couldn't easily corrupt her? Could a calculated man like him have such a moment? She doubted if there was a hidden agenda and pondered her thoughts. Nevertheless, this proposition was something Grayfia could only wish for. There was no choice but to agree.

"I understand. So, what will be the nature of this match...?"

That was the question. If she was asked to participate in a strange competition, she intended to refuse.

"We still have a remaining right, don't we? The right for you to genuinely love me. It was for thirteen days, if I recall correctly. We will spend all that time here. If you don't fall for me during that period, I will graciously give up on you."

However, the nature of the match was surprisingly straightforward.

Thirteen days. Considering the duration until now, it was overwhelmingly short. Merely an extension of the days they had spent together, embracing whenever there was free time.

"Now, what will you do? Will you accept? You can decline if you want."

Just endure. Endure it.

No matter how forcefully violated, no matter how much it made her feel miserable as a woman.