Chapter 51: The Pseudo-space

I intended to embrace Grayfia in this place from now on.

However, Grayfia's demeanor seemed a bit off. Unusually, her expression paled, and her eyes trembled with agitation. She hadn't expected that this space filled with memories of her beloved husband would be defiled, and it had deeply shaken her.

"Do we have to be in this place...?"

"Yes, I went through the trouble of creating it. It's a shame not to use it."

"Why did you choose the Gremory family and this room...?"

"The reason? Isn't it obvious?"

When asked, I immediately responded.

"It's to compare Sirzechs and me. I want you to know which one of us is the superior male."

"That's..."

Grayfia began to speak but immediately stopped herself. Perhaps she wanted to say something along the lines of "For such a reason." However, saying more would be an insult to me. Ah, yes. It would be incredibly sad if, despite my efforts to create it for Grayfia, she denied it.

I'm glad she hesitated.

I approached Grayfia from behind, placing my hands on her shoulders, and her slender shoulders trembled.

"Now, let's begin."

I gently pushed Grayfia's back and slowly guided her forward. Step by step, we moved closer to the bed. Her footsteps were heavy.

"Don't resist."

Before Grayfia's feet came to a complete halt, I nailed it down.

Grayfia moved forward. She couldn't resist me and approached the edge of the bed. Then, hesitantly, she sat on the edge. Looking up at me standing in front of her, Grayfia seemed more vulnerable than usual. She trembled with the fear of having something precious destroyed, like a weak young girl.

To calm Grayfia, I placed my hands on her shoulders again.

"Relax. This is a fake. It's not real. It's disposable and will disappear once we're done."

As I spoke, Grayfia seemed hesitant. She was likely considering whether to accept my words at face value. However, despite considering it a mere fake, it was a space she had some attachment to, so it took her some time to sort out her feelings.

"Understood..."

Even so, Grayfia remained composed. Once she made up her mind, the previous turmoil seemed to disappear as if it were a lie. Her eyes that looked at me regained their calmness, and all the excess strength that had been in her body had completely dissipated.

I don't think I did anything unnecessary. It's Grayfia we're talking about. Sooner or later, I should have come to terms with it. This is an artificial space, and the person in front of me is a master who only shows superficial respect. There's no need to wear out my heart.

That's right. This is fine. Devils have plenty of time. Especially in this space.

Slowly descending.

With my hand still holding her shoulder, I brought my face close to Grayfia's.

And then, I pressed my lips against Grayfia's lips.

"Mmm..."

A gentle and light kiss. After continuing it for several tens of seconds, I extended my tongue. I moved my tongue as if prying open the space between her soft lips and entered inside. Soon, our tongues touched. Her warm tongue twined with mine.

Slurp, squish. Wet tongues met and made a sound. While enjoying that sound, I frolicked with Grayfia. We shook our hands with our tongues multiple times, rubbing our saliva together. I made Grayfia drink all the accumulated saliva, moistening her dry mouth with saliva again.

Without saying a word, the space where we just exchanged kisses was quiet. The clock hanging on the wall of the room didn't tick and remained silent. Unlike the space of a rating game, it reproduced the purple sky of the underworld.

Let's leave it at this for now, I thought, and withdrew my tongue. Grayfia, who was released by me, closed her mouth that had been open in front of me and gulped. There was no trace of my saliva in her slightly opened mouth. It indicated that she had swallowed it all, showing her loyalty.

That loyalty is just superficial, after all. Knowing that, I took the next action.

"Ah..."

I pushed Grayfia down and reached for her legs. I lifted up her long skirt that reached her feet, revealing fair thighs that stood out. I spread her charming legs, wrapped in plump and soft flesh, apart, and noticed her underwear.