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Anger didn’t quite cover the emotion he felt when the MILF with silver eyes and hair led a group of fellow fetishists into his Sect. Her maid clothing couldn’t hide her intentions. Neither could her façade of subservience when she evaded his gaze, keeping her eyes on the ground to gaslight him into doubting his Haki. The devil woman bowed to use her cleavage to lower his suspicions through arousal.

“Did you come here to kill me because I teach humans to defend themselves? Devils are also free to join; my Sect doesn’t discriminate against race. Though I am curious why are you here a day after Rias joined.”

He had stepped into Devil politics from the moment Rias Gremory entered his Sect. In his situation, throwing the first and second punches was better if he had to fight. Accuse the other party, weaken their position, and take from them everything. That was the cultivator way, and he would not be doing his due diligence if he failed to take the devils for all they were worth.

“We prefer not to reveal to mundane humans proof of the supernatural. There have been troubles in the past when all of humankind was aware of the true state of the world. Both the supernaturals and humanity suffered, and it was decided by both sides to keep the majority of humanity in the dark. As a magician, you should understand the dangers of mundane humans believing that you are a witch to be burned at the stake.” The devil woman said.

“We are far from the American bible belt.”

“Show that you have power, and humans will covet it.” The woman said.

He couldn’t help but wonder how an appeal to authority and his own benefit by her world’s local standards would matter to him or his Sect. A hundred years of fighting hadn’t done much for his political muscles, but he was by no means weak. Diplomacy was another means to wage war. So he brought out his most dangerous words to hopefully beat the devils like a pinata and see what falls out.

“So it is a matter of empowerment to prevent envy and informing the masses. Have no fear; my Sect can easily accept thousands of humans and quickly train them to defend themselves. All mankind needs to encourage them to join my Sect is the right devil.” He rested his head in his palm. “Are the devils the right devil?” Vergil asked.

Grafia’s silver eyes hardened into ice chips, and the temperature in the room plummeted. The aura of cold radiating off her was less than the alpha Regice, but he felt she was stronger. Milky white cleavage lowered to weaken him psychologically and slow his reactions if their discussion became a battle. Fortunately, having Haki was a game changer when it came to negotiations.

Too much movement on his part would incite her to attack.

“What can we offer you to make your teachings more selective?” Grayfia said.

“Does a maid have the power to negotiate on behalf of her race?” Vergil asked.

If this was a domestic problem, she might be able to borrow Sirzechs authority and ratify some negotiations pending things settled down between them. Serafall Leviathan was the head of foreign affairs. If his memory served, and it did, they fought over who would be the Satan Leviathan.

“My name is Grayfia Lucifuge, wife to Sirzechs Lucifer, the Satan in charge of domestic affairs. As this is the land rented from the Shinto faction by Heiresses Sitri and Gremory, it falls within the realm loosely as domestic. Your Sect also happens to exist on this land. While we Devils are far more tolerant than others of the biblical pantheon or other pantheons, the Shinto are not. We could, at any time, end our lease, and then you would have to deal with Lady Amaterasu.” Grayfia said.

“Rias offered herself, her queen, and her rook to me to earn enough contribution points from my Sect to purchase a healing technique,” Vergil crossed a leg over his knee. “That girl knew what she wanted and decided to strike before anyone else could get their foot in the door. I like her; she has good instincts.”

“Rias can only belong to the great Riser.” A blow of a spectral arm decapitated the insane blonde again before Vergil hit him with another thunder wave. His flames slowly grew back his head, but it would be some time before the man could speak.

“Devils are not as numerous as humans, and you may die of old age before you manage to impregnate one of my kind,” Grayfia said with a smirk.

“I am a cultivator. Rias and Akeno are most likely already pregnant. I’m stronger than I was then, so I could probably knock you up with a blowjob. Cultivators are known for spilling seed in bushes and accidentally knocking them up. Life, uh, finds a way.” Vergil drummed his fingers. “Rias and Akeno can learn the technique they purchased, but it will be impossible for you to learn it from them. I know you rely solely on expensive phenex tears to recover quickly from injuries. So I am willing to exchange a priceless technique to a former power for concession. Give us a library of human magic with information from the most basic to the esoteric, a thousand unmarried devil girls for the men of my Sect, rights to open businesses within devil territory, a representative will hold an embassy in the underworld on Gremory land, all entities of the Sect will hold the same rights as mid-class devils if they are outer Sect disciples and high class if they are inner Sect Disciples, Elders will have hold the same rights as an ultimate class, and all devils who enter and leave my Sect must sign their names before visiting other worlds. While in other worlds, they must follow the laws of the Sect and try not to fuck over our interests.” Vergil said.

Grayfia lowered herself at each concession, exposing her breasts to him.

He was glad he wore robes instead of jeans. Looking the part of a Sect Master was important when the woman Vergil was negotiating with gave him a boner from her cleavage. He even had to cross his legs to better hide it. But, unfortunately, Rias and Akeno weren’t in the Sect, or he would have another threesome with them and Cinder.

Grayfia snorted. “Nothing can be considered until your claims are verified, and it is not the man who decides what sperm a devil’s eggs will accept. By the look of Rias, you thought devils became pregnant through osmosis.” The devil woman approached him with the surety of a falling avalanche. He felt a small spark of desire enter her, and then the maid sniffed the air like a broodmare in heat.

Cinder entered the room with a grin on her face. “I’m back from shopping with Rias; that girl knows how to find deals. Am I interrupting something? Do we have a horny MILF that needs breaking in?” Cinder asked.

“A dragon, how quant. Rest assured, I have no intention of assassinating you to wear your skin if that’s truly what you feared. That is not my fetish. Let us postpone negotiations here. Riser Phenex has issued you a challenge. Do you accept?” Grafia asked.

“If I do, can I decide when and where?” Vergil asked.

“The time limit is within two weeks, and there is no better place than the rating game arena in the underworld. My people will not be satisfied by mere negotiations. To earn concessions from us, you must demonstrate your power.” Grayfia sighed and waved her hand, creating magic circles to teleport Riser and his peerage, presumably back to the underworld.

Vergil stood up and closed the distance in an unhurried manner. The devil woman’s cold eyes narrowed when he raised a hand and slapped her perky thong-wearing ass. Her face turned red immediately, and the room’s temperature plummeted by the visible heat rising from Cinder’s body.

“The cold doesn’t bother me,” Vergil smirked and slapped the devil MILF’s ass again.

Before entering the dungeon and reaching the half-step foundation building with all three of his cultivation techniques, she would have been a problem. At this point, his durability was around the beginning of DBZ. What was Grayfia Satan class but weaker than Serafall Leviathan? This was all before he finally got the ki mutation and vastly enhanced himself. All his gains would be multiplied. Vergil could go from late dragon ball to Frieza saga in a matter of weeks once he stepped out of the Sect.

Power wasn’t the problem; it was making sure the Devils didn’t fuck his Sect over in negotiations and ensuring they negotiated their trade deals, alliances, and local from a place of strength.

Vergil stood in front of Grayfia, he was a man of only 6ft, but he towered over the woman. An aura of superiority flowed from him with the certainty his tempering gave him. After surviving numerous injuries to his body and psyche, Vergil emerged from the dungeon far stronger than before. Not only did the tempering help, but so did the wealth he gained from the dungeon and utilized to further increase his power.

“You came here to kill me; why should I let you go for free.” Vergil gripped her thong, trailing the silver-eyed woman’s pale cheeks before pulling. “Let me return you to your husband covered in cum.”

Ice exploded around him as he chuckled at the heated look in her silver eyes. Grayfia shot backward to get some room as a blizzard struck his throneroom. Cinder fled the room as ice spikes blasted like torpedoes through the room, exploding and scattering sharp shards of ice in all directions. Blades made of ice with edges the width of water molecules rotated around the queen before she shot forward.

A dragon of ice hit him from the side breaking apart as it destroyed itself, trying to move Vergil. It was an interesting sensation ice and snow piled upon him, shattering upon his body but doing nothing, not even moving him. It felt like someone had fired a squirt gun at him. He might not have noticed it if he didn’t see her pull the trigger and the aftermath.

Grayfia charged forward, swishing her hips sashaying towards him, confident in her immense power. Her silver eyes radiated pride, the only warmth amongst the certainty of Grayfia’s wintery determination. Snakes of ice shot out from the permafrost-covered ground and quickly wrapped around his arms and legs, holding him in place for her killing stroke. Grayfia pulled a spear from the ice and charged forward with her rotating blades; it was meant to be the final weapon.

The experienced eyes of the Sect Master didn’t miss the majority of Grayfia’s demonic power within the spear. However, he was confident it wasn’t the strongest spear in the room.

A flex from his arm shattered the first snake before he took a step forward, destroying the others. The confidence of a leader radiated from his every step as his body shattered the ice-sculpted spells and scorched the permafrost ground. He stepped forward as the blades lost their will before Vergil’s draconic gaze, and her eyes widened. The spear she held in reserve shattered on impact with his body.

“How can you withstand my power with only your body?” Grayfia said.

“This is the natural power a human can possess once trained by my Sect,” Vergil gazed at the woman beaming with his pride. “In a year, the strongest humans and devils in my Sect will be able to do the same. Devil kind isn’t my enemy; fighting me only gets in your own way. While I want your body, there is something I would like from you even more.” Vergil said.

Vergil always intended to get her to agree to a consolation that would sound lesser than her body.

He had beaten her by walking through her attacks. Grayfia’s icy silver eyes widened as a thousand thoughts flickered behind them. Vergil had never felt more like a Devil and regretted what he planned to say next. Grayfia attacked first after he groped her ass, he beat her without lifting a finger, and the woman sank to her knees before his presence alone. It felt like a total victory, and by all rights, he should whip his dick out, and throat fuck the woman’s pouty as inviting as her eyes were sharp like icicles.

As a Sect Master, he needed to think of the Sect and be somewhat responsible instead of fucking the MILF Devil full of black-haired silver eyes babies.

“I want Sirzechs, house Gremory, and yourself to become members of my Sect,” Vergil said.

He could also text Rias to suggest it to her brother; that should get the ball rolling. Vergil felt a little like a conniving old Sect Master by how it all worked out. Covering Grayfia in cum and making an enemy of Sirzechs wasn’t worth it, while his Sect had shallow roots. In a century, he wouldn’t care, but he had to worry about the weakest disciples as their loving Sect Master. Truly his was the greatest of sacrifices. On the other hand, adding them to his Sect would give him more access to Grayfia. There were also the fallen skulking about in town; he could have Mark go to their rundown church and recruit them.

Vergil felt her pull back his robes. And kiss his cock with her pillowy warm lips in his ruined throneroom surrounded by shattered ice sculptures.

The Sect Master sighed, already seeing the sale getting harder with only Rias as an avenue. Devils like money and power; maybe he could invite Sona over, offer her a job as a teacher and let her jump-start her underworld academy dream for the less fortunate devils. After earning her love and affection, he could convince her to use her sister’s show for advertising for his Sect. That was one hand washing the other. With that thought, the last part of him holding out vanished.

Vergil pressed forward, and Grayfia’s warm, sinfully accommodating throat welcomed his cock before tightening like a vice.

“Are all Devils made for a hard fucking?” Vergil looked down into the icy silver eyes of the devil sucking on his cock. “Oh, I’m sorry you’re a little too busy to answer me at the moment. I hope Sirzechs wasn’t planning to have you back for a few hours. You could always tell him I was a tough negotiator.” Vergil said.

Vergil felt like a towering behemoth of a man standing 100 meters tall with a dick that demolished cities. He pulled out of her throat, unsure if devils needed to breathe or if they survived off of dirty thoughts alone.

Tears flowed down the woman’s cheeks before freezing. A look of anger was on the woman’s face, but he couldn’t tell if it was from disappointment from him pulling out or because he didn’t pull out sooner. Either way, he wasn’t pulling out of the next hole. Silver hair bounced as she coughed like trees bending back and forth under blizzard winds.

He grabbed her skirt and pulled it up gently so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. Did the carpet match the drapes? That age-old question had plagued mand for centuries, and he would have the answer.

Vergil saw the shining pink slit of the devil maid queen of lucifer himself, and it was smooth. She had shaved clean keeping the mystery.

“Diabolical,” Vergil said.

He lifted her off her feet and returned to his throne before sitting with her in his lap. Vergil debated hitting a button to have a few cameras turned on to focus on the event from various angles. It was supposed to be for important meetings, and one camera was on, but multiple coverages were important.

Grayfia was proactive; she spread her lips for him and impaled herself on his dick. “Please tell me the cameras in the room have good audio. My husband hates it when I sleep with other men with a bad audio setup. Vergil slid inside of her without a second thought.

She was dripping like a melting glacier during the industrial revolution. Grafia slid down slowly until he was fully in deeper than he imagined she could take, and then she started moving. Vergil leaned back and watched her milky white ass at work pounding away at his cock, grabbing her cunt, and stuffing herself.

At an opportune moment, he grabbed her breasts while ramming hard inside her. Grafia screamed out as he drove himself deep into her hot quim.

When he found a rhythm he liked, a door opened, revealing a suddenly wide-eyed blue-haired girl. Before she could leave, ice from Gryfia stopped her.