Grayfia Lucifuge's sudden intrusion froze the passionate scene. The fervent desires that had burned between Rin, Rias, and Akeno were abruptly extinguished, replaced by a tense, awkward silence. Grayfia, composed once more, strode gracefully to the sofa and settled down, her silver eyes fixed on the three of them. Minutes stretched, thick with unspoken challenge, as she remained silent, radiating an almost imperceptible aura of cold displeasure, a deliberate attempt to appear menacing.
Rin, however, was not intimidated. He could sense Grayfia's internal monologue – a calculated silence, a mental projection of authority. She's trying to assert dominance, he noted. Good. It will make her fall even harder. He decided it was time to activate his plan.
He subtly accessed Grayfia's status. The sheer magnitude of her power was impressive, but that wasn't what he was after. With swift, silent intent, he began to manipulate.
Grayfia Lucifuge: Trust (towards Rin Takakura) -> 100/100. Open-mindedness -> 100/100. Masochistic Tendency -> 95/100. Submission -> 95/100. Sexual Interest (towards Rin Takakura) -> 95/100. Loyalty (towards Rin Takakura) -> 95/100. Degenerative (towards Rin Takakura) -> 90/100. Simultaneously, he eradicated any negative feelings she harbored towards him.
A jolt, sudden and disorienting, shot through Grayfia. Her cool demeanor wavered. She felt a profound, unsettling shift deep within her being, a strange, overwhelming pull towards this human. A primal instinct screamed at her: Leave! Now! If you don't, you will never be the same! She immediately stood, her body tensing, preparing to retreat.
"Sit down, Grayfia," Rin commanded, his voice calm, an undercurrent of absolute authority lacing his tone.
Grayfia's body obeyed instantly. Even before her mind could register the command, her muscles relaxed, and she found herself sinking back onto the sofa. A wave of profound confusion washed over her. Why did I do that? Why did I obey him without question?
Rin then turned his gaze to Rias and Akeno. "Rias, Akeno," he said, his voice soft but firm, "leave us. Now."
"Rin-kun, no!" Rias cried out, a flash of fear in her eyes. "Grayfia-san might—"
"Indeed, Rin-dono," Akeno added, a rare note of genuine concern in her voice. "She is a Queen-class devil. She could harm you."
Grayfia herself, though still confused by her own obedience, felt a surge of indignant anger. Harm him? How dare they imply I would act so impulsively! And yet… a part of me did wish to make him unconscious moments ago.
Rin merely looked at Rias and Akeno, his eyes holding a familiar, dominant glint. It was the look he reserved for their most intense moments of passion, a gaze that stripped away their defiance and reduced them to pliant, eager supplicants. It was the look that imprinted in their minds that they were 'useless things' before him, a feeling they perversely reveled in.
A shiver, not of fear but of delicious submission, ran through Rias and Akeno. Their objections died on their lips. Wordlessly, they turned and left the clubroom, closing the door softly behind them.
Grayfia watched them go, her internal turmoil intensifying. Why did I obey him? What is happening to me? She tried to recall her earlier thought of leaving, but it felt distant, almost foreign. When she thought of Rin's command, an inexplicable sense of rightness, of naturalness, enveloped her. It felt as though he had always been her master, always commanded her, since the very beginning of time. And this inexplicable closeness, this intense familiarity with a man she had only just met, left her utterly bewildered. At least, she comforted herself with, she hadn't fallen for him at first sight. Her love for Sirzechs, her husband, felt as strong as steel, an anchor in the maelstrom of her confusion.
Rin, completely ignoring her internal struggle, calmly propped his foot onto the clubroom table, resting his shoe on its polished surface. "Now, Grayfia," he said, his voice a low command, "come here and massage my shoulders."
Grayfia's body moved before her mind could even fully register the order. Like the most devoted, loyal maid, she rose and approached him, her hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders. The motions were fluid, practiced, as if she had performed this task for him countless times before. She began to knead the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders, her touch surprisingly skilled.
"And Grayfia," Rin added, his voice dropping to a serious, almost sacred tone, "no matter what happens in this room, no matter what you feel or do, you will never, ever say a word to anyone. This is our secret. It is the most important thing in the world, understood?"
The command resonated deep within Grayfia's very soul. With a chilling finality, the directive was imprinted into her mind and heart, a truth she would guard above all else, even her own life. Her confusion mounted. What is happening? Why do I feel so compelled to obey him? Why is this secrecy so important?
Before Grayfia could delve deeper into her spiraling thoughts, Rin spoke again, his voice calm, almost soothing. "It's all perfectly normal, Grayfia."
And in that instant, a strange, overwhelming peace settled over Grayfia's turbulent mind. His words, infused with the system's absolute power, became her truth. Yes, it's normal. This is all perfectly normal. Her thoughts, previously a chaotic jumble of confusion and internal resistance, cleared. Now, they were filled with a singular, overriding purpose: serving Rin in every conceivable way, with her heart, her mind, and her body. Even her husband, Sirzechs, faded from her awareness, replaced by the all-consuming presence of Rin.
"Now, Grayfia," Rin ordered, his voice soft but unwavering, "lie across my lap. Face down. Your butt exposed."
Grayfia flinched, a flicker of outrage, of innate resistance, sparking within her. Exposed? To him? No! But the thought was fleeting, immediately overridden by the absolute, unquestioning compulsion woven into her very being. Without a single unnecessary thought, her body complied. She gracefully lowered herself, positioning her torso across his lap, her elegant skirt riding up to fully expose her bare backside.
Rin's hand rose, then descended. SLAP!
The sharp sting brought Grayfia instantly back to a semblance of her former self. The pain, though not severe, was a shock, slicing through the haze of manipulated subservience. What am I doing?! I need to leave! Now! She tensed, a desperate urge to flee surging through her.
"Don't move," Rin commanded, his voice firm.
Again, her body locked, paralyzed by his will. Her mind reeled in a new wave of confusion. Why? Why do I feel such an overwhelming urge to serve him right now? Why is this… so natural? Her thoughts began to cloud once more as Rin's hand rose and fell again, a rhythmic slapping against her exposed flesh.
SLAP! SLAP!
It hurt. The repeated impacts grew steadily more painful, a dull ache spreading across her buttocks. But as the pain intensified, a strange, perverse pleasure began to bloom deep within her. Her vaginal area grew wet, a slick heat spreading between her legs, responding to the humiliation and the rising sensation. Rin continued, each smack driving her deeper into a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions.
Grayfia squeezed her eyes shut, a tear escaping the corner. Yet, despite the pain, a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor of delight ran through her body. Her inherent masochistic tendency, amplified by Rin's power, combined with the pure, unadulterated sexual arousal, was overwhelming. She felt the undeniable build-up, the pressure mounting, until finally, with a silent gasp, she climaxed. Her body spasmed, a soft groan escaping her lips that she barely suppressed.
Rin, of course, didn't know about the new, torturous layer of guilt now coiling in her mind—guilt towards her husband, towards her duties, towards everything she had once held sacred. But that guilt, paradoxically, only served to heighten her excitement, making the forbidden pleasure all the more potent. Grayfia, however, would never admit, even to herself, how much she was truly enjoying this moment with Rin.