The tension in the air slowly melted away, replaced by a strange, chaotic sort of peace. Silas leaned back against the edge of the spring, surrounded by beautiful naked devils , including one of the most powerful and composed women in the entire Underworld.
He closed his eyes, letting the hot water soothe his body.
'This weekend just got a lot more interesting…'
In the men's bath, steam filled the air, curling lazily around the tiled walls. The water rippled softly as Issei and Kiba soaked on opposite sides, a large rock formation separating them.
" You sure you don't want me over there? Sounds like you're lonely," Kiba said casually, resting his arm along the edge.
" Stay there, pretty boy!! I only like girls—with big boobs. Like Rias-taichou and Akeno-senpai. Even Asia and Koneko… though they are on the small side, but they're still cute," Issei said, practically salivating, his nose almost starting to bleed.
Kiba sighed, shaking his head slightly. " So you don't want me to wash your back? I'm pretty good at it," he added, standing up as water slid down his shoulders.
He stepped forward, moving through the water toward the rock.
" Don't you dare go around that boulder!" Issei shouted immediately, splashing slightly as he leaned back, eyes wide in panic.
....
The days of intense training passed far quicker than Silas had expected.
Thanks to Grayfia's personal guidance, Rias and her peerage had grown at an astonishing rate, far beyond anything seen in the original timeline.
Their techniques were sharper, their coordination flawless, and their individual strengths had been polished to a deadly edge. By the end of the training camp, they were more than ready for the upcoming Rating Game against Riser Phenex.
Silas, of course, had no intention of participating. He wouldn't even be attending the event.
On the final night, the large master bedroom was a mess of tangled limbs and soft breathing.
Silas lay buried beneath a pile of warm, beautiful bodies, Rias curled against his right side, Akeno draped over his left, Asia shyly tucked against his chest, and Koneko quietly clinging to his leg like a possessive kitten.
The air was thick with the scent of soap, feminine skin. Completely overwhelming Silas.
His eyes slowly opened in the darkness.
'I need to use the toilet,' he thought, carefully extracting himself from the pile of soft curves and warm limbs without waking anyone.
He padded barefoot across the room wearing only a pair of loose black boxers and quietly slipped out.
Just as he reached the bathroom door, he paused. Grayfia was approaching from down the hallway.
She wore a sleek, silver silk nightgown that clung to her body like liquid moonlight. The fabric was thin enough that the outline of her full breasts, hardened nipples, and the elegant curve of her hips were clearly visible with every step. She wore nothing underneath.
Silas leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed.
"Can't sleep?" he asked.
Grayfia stopped a few feet away, her usual cold, elegant expression firmly in place. Her silver eyes regarded him steadily.
"Yes," she answered simply. "What about you?"
"I just needed to use the bathroom. Wait here," he said, slipping inside.
He handled his business quickly, washed his hands, and stepped back out.
She was still standing exactly where he'd left her.
"Wow," Silas said, closing the door behind him. "I figured you'd leave."
"You told me to wait," she replied matter-of-factly. "Why would I do the opposite?"
He shrugged. "I figured you didn't like me."
"I don't like you," Grayfia said coldly, "nor do I despise you. I am simply… neutral."
Silas winced theatrically, placing a hand over his heart.
"Man, that hurts to hear. Oh well… maybe one day you'll change the way you view me." He jerked his head toward the hallway. "Let's go for a walk."
Grayfia closed her eyes for a brief moment, then silently fell into step beside him.
They walked through the quiet, moonlit mansion in complete silence. The only sounds were their soft footsteps and the distant rustle of night wind through the trees outside.
Eventually, they reached a wide, open balcony overlooking the beautiful valley below. Moonlight bathed the rolling hills and distant forests in a soft, silvery glow.
Silas leaned against the stone railing, staring out at the view.
"Alright," he said. "I'll answer all the questions you have for me. Seeing as you did what I requested… and gave a bonus."
His eyes blatantly drifted down to her chest, appreciating the way the silver nightgown barely contained her breasts.
*Crack.*
The floor beneath his feet instantly froze over with a thin layer of ice.
"I'm joking," Silas said with a lazy grin, not even flinching. "But you should've worn something over it if you didn't intend for anyone to look."
Grayfia stared at him for a long second.
'He's not wrong,' she thought, a faint, almost imperceptible flush coloring the tips of her ears.
She didn't reply. Instead, she stepped up beside him at the railing, the cool night breeze gently pressing the thin nightgown against her body, outlining every perfect curve.
The silence between them stretched once more heavy.
Grayfia finally spoke, her voice calm and measured, carrying the quiet authority she was famous for.
"I have three questions," she said, turning her silver gaze fully on him. "If you answer them properly, you may stare all you want."
Silas let out a low chuckle, his eyes shamelessly dropping to her chest again, tracing the way the thin silver nightgown clung to the full, heavy curves of her breasts.
"But I'm already staring," he replied with a lazy smirk. "That's not much of a deal."
Grayfia's expression didn't change, but the temperature around them dropped another degree.
"Oh? So what do you propose then?" she asked, tone dangerously even.
Silas leaned more comfortably against the balcony railing, moonlight casting sharp shadows across his bare torso.
"Well… I would say you've already done enough if I were a good person," he said, grinning. "But I'm not. So after I answer, I want to fondle your breasts. Properly."
The silence that followed was deafening.
*Crack… crack…*
The stone floor beneath them instantly froze over, thick ice spreading rapidly in jagged patterns. It crawled up over Silas's bare feet, encasing them completely in solid ice up to his ankles.
Yet he didn't flinch. Not even a twitch.
He simply flexed his legs and pulled his feet free with a casual crunch, shattered ice fragments scattering across the balcony like broken glass.
"I hate having cold feet," he muttered, brushing a few ice crystals off his skin. Then he looked back at her with that same infuriating smirk. "So… what do you say?"
Grayfia stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Her silver eyes were cold enough to freeze lava. Finally, she let out a soft, resigned sigh, closing her eyes briefly as if praying for patience.
"…Fine," she said, reopening them. "But you had better answer everything in detail. If you lie or dodge even once, I will freeze more than just your feet."
The threat in her voice was unmistakable.
Silas raised his right hand in a mock pledge, still smirking.
"I swear on my life I will. Ask away, Mrs. Grayfia Lucifuge."
Grayfia stepped closer, the night breeze pressing her thin nightgown tighter against her body, outlining every curve as she studied him carefully. The tension between them crackled like static before a storm.
Grayfia's voice dropped slightly, serious and probing, the cool night air seeming to grow even colder around them.
"First question… Who are you, really? You're not a devil, nor are you any other race in our universe."
She waited, silver eyes locked onto his with unyielding intensity, demanding nothing less than complete honesty.
Silas met her gaze without hesitation, the moonlight casting sharp shadows across his face.
"I am the God of Destruction for my universe," he said casually, as if commenting on the weather. "My full name is Silas Beerus Morvane."
'Complete bull crap!' he thought internally, keeping his expression perfectly straight.
Grayfia studied him carefully. His heartbeat remained steady, his posture relaxed, and not a single micro-expression faltered. To her trained senses, he was telling the truth. Or at least, he genuinely believed what he was saying.
She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
"Second question," she continued. "What is your purpose in coming to our universe?"
"To be honest, I don't have one," Silas replied with a light shrug. "I just wanted to visit a new universe and somehow ended up here. It's been pretty fun so far."
Again, Grayfia sensed no deception. His words rang true.
"And lastly…" Her voice grew slightly heavier. "Are you an enemy?"
Hearing that question, Silas's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk.
"That depends," he said, eyes glinting. "If the Underworld decides to attack me, then yes — they'll become my enemy. But right now? No. I really like the devils I've met so far."
Grayfia stared at him for a long moment, processing everything. The tension in her shoulders slowly eased.
She could tell he wasn't weak. In fact, the casual confidence in his answers made it clear he was far more dangerous than anyone had assumed.
"…That's all for now," she said quietly. "Let's get this over with."
Without waiting for a reply, Grayfia reached up and slowly pulled the thin straps of her silver nightgown off her shoulders. The silky fabric slid down her body like liquid moonlight, pooling at her feet and leaving her completely naked in the cool night air.
Her full, heavy breasts were exposed, pale skin glowing softly under the moon, pink nipples already slightly stiffened from the breeze.
Silas's eyes darkened with appreciation.
"This isn't the best place," he said, stepping closer. He reached out and gently took her hand. "Let's go inside."
Grayfia's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected contact. His hand was warm, firm, and surprisingly gentle around hers. A faint flicker of surprise crossed her usually emotionless face, but she didn't pull away.
She allowed him to lead her.
TO BE CONTINUED