Silas guided her back through the balcony doors, his hand still gently but firmly holding hers.
They walked down the quiet, moonlit corridor in silence, bare feet padding softly against the polished wooden floor.
Grayfia followed without resistance, her naked body moving with elegant, measured grace despite the situation.
He opened the door to her assigned room and led her inside.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the outside world felt completely cut off. The spacious guest room was bathed in soft, silvery moonlight filtering through sheer curtains.
A large, luxurious canopy bed dominated the center, its dark silk sheets neatly made. Elegant antique furniture lined the walls a full-length mirror in one corner, a vanity table, and a small sitting area near the window.
Grayfia stood before him, completely bare.
Her flawless body was a masterpiece of refined beauty. Heavy, perfectly shaped breasts with soft pink nipples that had tightened into stiff peaks from the cool night air.
A narrow, toned waist flared into wide, womanly hips and long, powerful legs. Her silver hair spilled like liquid moonlight over one shoulder, partially veiling one breast while leaving the other fully exposed.
Every inch of her pale skin seemed to glow under the moonlight.
She crossed her arms lightly beneath her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up and together, creating a deep, enticing valley of cleavage.
Her expression remained mostly composed, but her silver eyes carried a faint flicker of embarrassment and something else, reluctant anticipation.
"Well?" she said, her voice steady yet quieter than usual, almost a whisper. "You won the bet. Do what you promised yourself you would do."
Silas stepped closer until barely a breath separated them. His smirk slowly melted into something darker, more predatory. Heat radiated from his body as he looked down at her chest with undisguised hunger.
He reached out.
His hands hovered just inches from her breasts, close enough that Grayfia could feel the warmth of his palms.
He paused there deliberately, letting the tension build, watching her reaction. Her breathing had grown slightly deeper, her chest rising and falling against her crossed arms.
Then, slowly, almost reverently, Silas placed both hands on her.
His fingers sank into the soft, heavy flesh with a low groan of appreciation. They were even fuller and softer than they looked warm, supple, and incredibly responsive.
Silas squeezed gently at first, then more firmly, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples in slow, teasing circles.
Grayfia's breath hitched.
A faint flush bloomed across her cheeks and spread down her neck to the tops of her breasts. She didn't pull away, but her arms loosened, letting him have full access.
"These are… incredible," Silas murmured, voice rough with lust as he continued fondling her.
He lifted them, squeezed them together, then let them settle heavily in his palms again, thumbs flicking across her sensitive peaks repeatedly.
Grayfia bit the inside of her lip, refusing to make a sound, but her silver eyes had grown slightly glassy.
Her body betrayed her composure , nipples hardening even further under his touch, skin growing warmer by the second.
Silas leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her collarbone as he continued kneading and exploring her chest with shameless enjoyment.
"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered against her skin, though his hands never stopped their slow, sensual massage.
Grayfia didn't answer. She simply closed her eyes for a moment, letting out the smallest, almost inaudible exhale as his fingers continued working her breasts with growing confidence.
Silas continued kneading her heavy breasts with both hands, savoring their incredible weight and softness.
' They ain't lying when they say this is good for your mental health ' he thought.
He squeezed, lifted, and gently rolled them in his palms, watching how her pale skin flushed deeper with every touch.
Then, he shifted his focus.
His thumbs and index fingers moved to her stiff, sensitive nipples. He captured both rosy peaks at once, rolling them slowly between his fingers first teasing, testing.
Grayfia's breath caught sharply.
Silas smirked against her collarbone and began to properly tease her.
He pinched both nipples with just enough pressure to make her body tense, then released them, only to pinch again, a little firmer this time.
He alternated between soft, playful tugs and sudden, sharp pinches that made her breasts jiggle slightly in his hands.
"Mmm…" A tiny, barely audible sound escaped Grayfia's throat before she could stop it.
Silas chuckled lowly, voice husky.
"Sensitive, aren't they?" he murmured, twisting her nipples gently between his fingers, pulling them outward before letting them snap back.
Grayfia's silver eyes fluttered half-closed. Her regal composure was cracking, cheeks burning crimson, lips pressed tightly together to hold back any more sounds. But her body was honest.
Her nipples had grown even harder, swollen and throbbing under his relentless teasing. Every pinch sent visible shivers down her spine, making her thighs press together instinctively.
He kept going slow, deliberate pinches followed by quick, light flicks of his thumbs across the stiff peaks. Sometimes he'd pinch one nipple harder while gently rolling the other, keeping her off balance.
Grayfia's breathing grew heavier. Her hands unconsciously gripped his wrists, not pushing him away, but holding on as if she needed the support.
"Silas…" she whispered, voice strained, almost warning though it came out far more breathy than she intended.
He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear while his fingers continued their wicked work pinching, tugging, and rolling her sensitive nipples without mercy.
"You agreed to this," he reminded her softly, giving both nipples a firm, simultaneous pinch that made her back arch beautifully. "So try to endure it a little longer, Mrs. Lucifuge…"
Grayfia's silver hair shifted as she tilted her head back slightly, biting her lower lip harder.
Her heavy breasts were completely at his mercy, nipples now dark pink and glistening under the moonlight from how thoroughly he was teasing them.
The usually ice-cold Queen of Annihilation was starting to melt.
[A/N: I gotta hold back. Don't wanna rush things. ]
....
Silas didn't stop teasing her.
Even after long minutes of pinching, rolling, and tugging on her sensitive nipples until Grayfia's breathing had turned into soft, barely-restrained gasps, he eventually pulled her toward the large bed.
They ended up tangled together under the silk sheets. Silas laid his head comfortably on her heavy, pillowy breasts like they were made for him, one arm draped possessively around her waist. Grayfia, still flushed and quietly flustered, eventually drifted off to sleep with his warm breath ghosting across her skin.
....
Morning light filtered gently through the curtains.
Rias and her peerage slowly woke up in the large shared bedroom, stretching and yawning. The moment they realized Silas was missing from the pile of bodies, confusion spread across their faces.
"Where's Silas?" Rias asked, sitting up with messy crimson hair.
Akeno tilted her head, scanning the empty spot where he usually slept. "He was here when we fell asleep…"
Asia looked worried. Koneko simply frowned, sniffing the air quietly.
After getting dressed, they went downstairs and froze at the scene in the dining hall.
Silas was casually eating breakfast at the long table… with Grayfia.
The two of them sat across from each other, the atmosphere strangely relaxed. Grayfia was pouring him coffee with elegant movements, while Silas thanked her with a small, easy smile.
Their interaction felt oddly intimate, far too familiar for two people who had been cold and distant just yesterday.
Rias narrowed her eyes. Akeno raised an eyebrow. The rest of the girls exchanged suspicious glances.
But with the Rating Game only hours away, they didn't have time to dig deeper. They simply joined the table, shooting occasional curious looks between Silas and the Silver-Haired Queen.
Grayfia, on the other hand, couldn't stop replaying last night in her mind.
Every time she glanced at Silas, memories flooded back, his hands on her breasts, the way he pinched and teased her nipples until her legs trembled, the feeling of his head resting on her chest as she fell asleep.
A faint blush kept creeping up her neck and ears. She found herself unable to look him straight in the eyes, choosing instead to focus intensely on her tea.
A quiet guilt gnawed at her too. She was married to Sirzechs Lucifer, after all. Yet strangely, that guilt wasn't as heavy as it should have been.
Silas, meanwhile, genuinely didn't care about any potential repercussions. If Sirzechs ever found out? So what. He could erase the entire Underworld in the blink of an eye if he felt like it.
'I wonder if Rias and the gang will win today,' he thought lazily, biting into a piece of toast.
...
Soon after breakfast, the group was transported.
Rias and her peerage were sent directly to the replica battlefield an exact copy of Kuoh Academy prepared specifically for the Rating Game.
The stands were already packed with high-class devils from all across the Underworld. Sirzechs Lucifer himself sat in the VIP section, along with other important figures.
The pressure was immense. This wasn't just about Rias's engagement anymore, it was about pride, family reputation, and political standing.
Silas, however, stayed behind at the mansion.
He lounged comfortably on the large bed in his room, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a bored expression.
The Rating Game would be broadcasted live, but he wasn't in any rush to watch.
Back at the replica Kuoh Academy, the tension was thick in the air as both teams prepared to face off.
Riser Phenex stood arrogantly with his full peerage, flames flickering around him, still burning with rage over his earlier humiliation.
Rias Gremory stood tall on the opposite side, her crimson hair flowing, eyes burning with determination. Her peerage , now significantly stronger thanks to Grayfia's training stood ready behind her.
What happened next? Find out next time on Dr—
TO BE CONTINUED