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The blaring of an alarm clock filled a lusciously appointed room filled with the finest furniture imaginable. A masculine groan came from beneath a well-appointed quilt and was quickly followed by an arm. The arm flailed around for a bit before it finally found the source of its annoyance and pounced. Blessed silence filled the room for a few moments until it was broken by another male groan.

The thick down filled quilt was shoved off of the mans head revealing a head of golden blonde hair and a rather handsome face. Dark blue eyes blinked open as he looked around the room, seemingly in confusion for a moment. He muttered something to himself that sounded like 'need to stop drinking'.

His attention was drawn to his right where the thick quilt moved once more. He reached over and pulled it back to reveal a head of purple hair. Pulling the quilt up a bit to look underneath it he was treated to the sight of a gorgeous and completely naked woman snuggled up next to him. He recognized her and smiled softly to himself. Yubelluna, his Queen and the second in command of his peerage, because he was Riser Phenex, third son of the prestigious Phenex Clan a Devil clan with the rank of Marquis within the Underworld.

After his fiancée reincarnated a sex offender as a Pawn, things quickly spiraled out of control. That "Pawn" turned out to be this generation's Red Dragon Emperor, wielding one of the most infamous weapons in existence the Boosted Gear. With this revelation, his parents, Lord Phenex, and Lord Gremory had decided to accelerate the wedding plans, fearing Rias would somehow escape the arrangement now that she had added such a wildcard to her peerage.

The Boosted Gear was one of the twelve legendary Longinus-class Sacred Gears, god-slaying weapons crafted by the now-deceased G-o-d of the Bible to give humans a fighting chance against the supernatural. This one, in particular, allowed its user to double their power every ten seconds, limited only by their body's capacity. However, despite the gear's immense potential, the sex offender wielding it was too weak to make effective use of its power at least for now.

Even with ten days to train her peerage, Rias had still lost to him in the Rating Game. He'd offered her every chance to win without hurting her pride, but she stubbornly refused to yield. In the end, he'd been forced to take drastic measures. By targeting her newest and weakest Pawn, he'd forced her to surrender. It was a calculated move, one he hadn't enjoyed making, but it was necessary to end the fight without causing her harm.

The victory had only deepened Rias's resentment toward him. Not that he particularly liked her, either. She'd treated him with contempt for the past decade, making it clear she despised the arranged engagement. But he had his duty to his family, to House Phenex, and to the expectations of the nobility. Unlike some, such as the rebellious Sitri heiress, he'd never thought to defy his parents' wishes. It wasn't about love it was about honor, pride, and the role he had to play.

Still, as he prepared for the wedding, he couldn't deny the bitterness creeping into his thoughts. Rias wasn't the only one who wanted to marry for love, but his wants didn't matter. He was a Phenex, and he would do what was required of him.

Just as he resigned himself to the inevitable, a strange message appeared before his eyes a floating box of text, glowing faintly in the dim light of his room.

[Do you wish to become a player?]

He blinked, startled. "What...?"

Before he could process the words, additional screens began popping up around him, flickering briefly before merging into a single display.

[New system host: Riser Phenex.]

[System Features Unlocked: Status, Inventory, Missions, Store, Gacha Roll. Additional features will be unlocked in the future.]

Confused but strangely calm, Riser sat up, the glowing screen hovering in front of him. He felt no fear, no panic just an odd sense of acceptance. He should have been questioning his sanity, but instead, he found himself rising from bed, getting ready for the day as though nothing had changed.

Whatever this "system" was, it seemed like yet another complication in his already chaotic life. But something deep inside told him he might need it.

-later-

Riser stood before the mirror, adjusting the lapels of his jacket with a confident smirk. "Damn, I look good," he said, his voice laced with self-satisfaction.

A soft, feminine groan behind him drew his attention. Turning, he saw Yubelluna sitting up in bed, the blanket slipping down to her waist as she stretched, arms raised high above her head. The motion emphasized her bare chest in a way that was impossible to ignore. Even just waking up, her long, purple hair fell perfectly into place, though it veiled one side of her face. Her visible eye blinked blearily at him before widening in surprise.

"Lord Riser?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

His smirk deepened as he nodded in greeting. "Good morning, Luna."

A faint blush colored her cheeks at the private nickname he only used when they were alone. Her gaze traveled over him, lingering as she took in the subtle but striking changes to his appearance. His outfit, though still refined, was markedly different from his usual style. He wore a tailored blue suit jacket with matching pants, a maroon vest, and a black shirt with only the top button undone an understated elegance compared to his usual flashier ensembles.

But the most significant change was his hair. His hair was shorter, straighter, and neatly styled, giving him a mature and masculine appearance, he tugged lightly at the cuffs of his sleeves, ensuring everything fit perfectly.

"Well?" he asked, flashing her a toothy grin. "What do you think?"

Yubelluna's eye locked onto his, her voice soft yet sincere. "You look... very different, Lord Riser, but still incredibly handsome."

Her subtle movements such as the way she rubbed her thighs together under the sheets told him everything he needed to know. She definitely approved. If he didn't have so much on his plate, from the impending disaster of a marriage to the chaos of his family's plans, he might have been tempted to rejoin her in bed and enjoy her appreciation more directly.

Instead, he smiled, radiating confidence. "Thank you, Luna. I thought it was time for a change, and it seems I made the right choice."

Just then, a glowing screen appeared in front of him.

Secret Quest completed

[Get Dressed]

You chose not to dress like a douchebag, even going so far as to change up your whole style, even your hair! Very impressive!

Reward: Flame Manipulation Mastery

The moment he read the notification, something shifted in his mind. Memories and knowledge flooded his consciousness as if they had always been there. As a Phenex, he'd been born with control over fire and wind, and he'd always considered himself skilled in wielding flames. But now, with this new understanding, he realized how laughably novice his past attempts had been. The techniques he had once prided himself on now felt clumsy and unrefined. The sheer disparity between his former self and his current potential made him grimace.

Shaking off the thought, he turned back to Yubelluna and give her a kiss. "I'm heading to get some breakfast. Take your time getting ready, Luna."

She smiled, the warmth in her expression a rare and treasured sight. "As you wish, Lord Riser."

With one last glance in the mirror, he strode confidently out of the room, ready to face whatever the day had in store.

-later-

Riser stared at the outfit laid out before him, his lip curling in disdain. A white monstrosity that exposed most of his chest, complete with gaudy embellishments that screamed, look at me, I'm an insufferable idiot. Who in the Underworld thought this was acceptable attire for his wedding?

"Absolutely not," he muttered, snapping his fingers. Flames erupted, consuming the offensive ensemble in seconds.

He turned back to his wardrobe, selecting a darker navy-blue suit that almost appeared black in low light. Paired with a sleek maroon vest and a black shirt with the top button undone, it struck the perfect balance of sophistication and restraint. After dressing, he ran a hand through his freshly styled hair, ensuring everything was immaculate. Satisfied, he strode out of his room and made his way toward the grand ballroom of the Phenex estate.

As he walked, a glowing blue screen appeared before him.

Quest added

[Rude Guest]

Everyone knows how this story goes. Issei 'comes to the rescue' and makes a fool out of Riser. Is that how it will go down this time?

Option 1: Let things happen as they did before. You'll lose the girl to a sex offender, but hey, who cares about her right?

Option 2: This shit is not kosher! Put the sex offender in his place using any method(s) you choose. No one steps on the dignity of the Phenex Clan!

Reward: Based on the chosen option. Chances for a better reward based on how things change or remain the same

The fuck you mean he thought. Well if the sex offender was gonna come he already knew what option he was gonna pick.

As he neared the ballroom doors, he decided to make an impression. Flames whipped around him, and with a burst of fiery energy, he teleported directly to the dais at the front of the room. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, followed by a few appreciative murmurs from the ladies present.

Riser spread his arms in a grand gesture, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed nobles of the Underworld, on behalf of the House of Phenex, I thank you for attending this most auspicious occasion."

His golden eyes swept the crowd, pausing briefly on the cluster of Gremory retainers before continuing. "Tonight, we celebrate the union of two noble houses. Allow me to present my fiancée, the radiant Rias Gremory!"

As if on cue, a burst of red light signaled Rias's arrival. She appeared on the dais in an elegant white gown, her crimson hair cascading like waves of fire. Gasps of awe swept through the crowd, but the moment was shattered as the ballroom doors exploded inward.

"Buchou!"

The shout was deafening, and Rias's blue eyes widened in shock. "Issei?!"

Riser turned slowly to see Issei Hyoudou standing in the doorway, his chest heaving and his clothes disheveled. Around him, Phenex guards lay unconscious. The boy's voice echoed through the stunned silence.

"I am Hyoudou Issei of the Kuoh Academy Occult Research Club! Rias Gremory's virginity belongs to me!"

The room froze, nobles staring in horrified disbelief. Riser's lips twitched, but instead of anger, a smile spread across his face cold and calculated. He turned to Rias, his tone dripping with mock civility.

"Oh? Is this reincarnated devil telling the truth, Rias? Are you his property? A possession he can claim in front of all present?"

Rias paled, her cheeks flushing with shame and anger. The weight of the room's collective gaze bore down on her. She knew the implications agreeing with Issei would destroy her reputation and condemn her to ridicule among the noble families.

"No," she said quietly, her voice trembling but firm. "I am not his property. My virginity does not belong to him or anyone. It is mine alone to give."

The crowd murmured approvingly, though Rias couldn't entirely hide the flicker of satisfaction at her subtle jab at Riser.

Riser turned back to Issei, offering him a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Well, you heard the lady. However, let it not be said that I lack generosity. As a member of my future wife's peerage, you are welcome to stay provided you change into something more appropriate. This is a formal event, after all."

Before Issei could respond, another voice cut through the tension.

"That won't be necessary."

The crowd turned as Sirzechs Lucifer stepped forward, his crimson hair and regal bearing unmistakable. A ripple of unease passed through the room.

Quest added

[Meddling Sis-con]

Sirzechs Lucifer's little plans and tricks have failed in the past so he's decided to blatantly step in between you and your bride. If he has his way the sex offender will be cucking you before the night is over.

Option 1: Give in to his 'request', read demand, for a duel.

Option 2: Refuse to give in, no matter the consequences!

Option 3: Refuse his request, or if you do give in make him pay for forcing the issue.

Reward: Based on the option chosen and the results of that choice

Rias glanced at her brother, caught between surprise and a growing sense of annoyance. Her reputation was precarious enough without him meddling in a way that made her appear incapable. The murmurs of discontent from the nobles only added to her unease. Yet, despite her frustration, she remained silent.

Riser, however, met the challenge with his usual calm. He inclined his head slightly toward Sirzechs, a polite yet disinterested gesture, as he spoke.

"Your majesty," Riser began, his voice steady and cool, "what exactly do you mean by 'entertainment'?"

Sirzechs raised a hand to cut him off, his tone carrying a condescending edge. "Riser, I observed the Rating Game with great interest. However, considering the circumstances my sister's lack of experience and her reduced forces I found the match... underwhelming."

Riser arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a subtle smirk. "Underwhelming? That seems an unusual perspective. Much as I dislike admitting it, Rias performed admirably, given the circumstances. To say you were underwhelmed by such a display of tenacity and brilliance... Well, I'm not sure what to say to that."

The room fell into a hushed silence as Sirzechs briefly faltered. Clearly, he hadn't expected Riser to praise Rias. Even more surprising was Riser's genuine tone. Rias, standing nearby, looked stunned, her wide blue eyes locking onto Riser with a mixture of confusion and faint gratitude.

Sirzechs, seasoned in politics, quickly adjusted his approach. "No, no," he said with a forced chuckle, "I merely meant that I had hoped to see more of your abilities personally, Riser. Especially given the stakes. It's important for the 'old families' to uphold their prestige, after all."

Riser snorted openly, his expression unbothered. "Forgive me, your majesty, but I fail to see how the prestige of the old families is at risk. After all, was it not your own Queen, acting on your orders, who suggested the Rating Game that Rias accepted? Surely you're not dissatisfied because the outcome didn't align with your personal expectations?"

The subtle dig landed perfectly. Sirzechs' jaw tightened for just a moment before his composed mask returned. Across the room, Rias narrowed her eyes at her brother, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Are you implying," she said coldly, "that I was the one who underperformed, despite playing by the very rules you put in place?"

The faint blush of embarrassment creeping across Sirzechs' face was immensely satisfying to Riser. He took full advantage of the moment, continuing before Sirzechs could recover.

"That being said," Riser added, gesturing grandly to the gathered nobles, "let's not tarnish this joyous occasion with such unfortunate insinuations. Today is a celebration, not an inquisition into past events."

The murmurs among the nobles grew louder, their dissatisfaction with Sirzechs' behavior evident. Yet the Satan pressed on, his genial smile returning as he bulldozed past the growing dissent.

"This is my dear sister's engagement party," Sirzechs said smoothly. "What better way to commemorate it than with a little spectacle? I thought a duel would add some excitement. A clash between the powers of the Dragon and the Phoenix, to liven up the evening."

He turned to Issei, who had been quietly fuming at the back of the room. "You there, boy," Sirzechs called. "I'd like to see the strength of the dragon for myself. Grayfia has already made the arrangements."

Then, with an almost casual glance at Riser, he added, "What do you say, Riser? Surely you're not one to shy away from a challenge. It would make quite the impression on your guests."

Riser tilted his head slightly, feigning boredom. "Pass," he replied curtly.

A tense silence filled the room as Riser Phenex flatly refused Sirzechs Lucifer to his face a feat of bravery that very few devils would dare to attempt. Sirzechs, for his part, appeared genuinely surprised. Yet, his shock didn't come from Riser's defiance, but from the fact that Riser had refused with such calm, calculated composure, not letting his pride dictate his actions.

Riser's blue eyes locked onto Sirzechs' crimson ones as he spoke again, his tone even but laced with steel.

"For starters, I am not some trained monkey for you to parade around for entertainment," Riser stated, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet of the hall. "Second, you once fought a war against the Old Satan Faction to stop exactly this kind of tyranny. That war, in which countless lives were lost, was waged to prevent devils from being forced into degrading situations like this."

The room stirred slightly as murmurs spread among the nobles. Riser didn't miss a beat, his gaze unyielding.

"It is unbecoming," he continued, his voice sharper now, "for the Satan Lucifer to act like the very devils he so gallantly opposed. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sirzechs visibly gritted his teeth at the rebuke, the murmurs in the room growing louder as the gathered nobility began questioning his actions. The whispers were unmistakable—accusations of overreach and hypocrisy. Worse still, the disdain in their voices was palpable. Sirzechs forced himself to remain composed, though his jaw tightened imperceptibly.

Yet, he pressed on, though with less confidence than before. "Dragon versus Phoenix," he repeated, though the conviction in his tone had wavered. "I would still very much like to see it."

Riser tilted his head, his expression shifting to one of disbelief. He literally looked down his nose at Sirzechs, speaking with measured incredulity. "Are you insisting on this as the Satan Lucifer?"

The subtle challenge hit its mark, and Sirzechs hesitated. Forcing the matter now would indeed align him with the tyrannical ways of the Old Satan Faction. Worse, it would cement his reputation as a hypocrite and give his political enemies particularly the Old King Faction a weapon to wield against him.

Finally, with visible reluctance, Sirzechs replied, "Yes."

Riser gave a curt nod, his expression as impassive as ever. "Very well, then."

Relief flickered across Sirzechs' face as he turned to Issei, who had been standing silently at the edge of the room, fists clenched. "You, dragon-boy," Sirzechs said with a faint smile, "would you be so kind as to demonstrate your power for the assembled nobility and myself?"

Issei stepped forward, his left hand clenched tightly, the blood-red Boosted Gear glinting in the light. His voice was eager, his tone resolute. "Yes!"

"Issei, don't do it!" Rias exclaimed, stepping forward in alarm.

Issei's response, however, shattered the fragile tension in the room. "Don't worry, Buchou!" he declared, his voice loud and confident. "I'll beat this yakitori and claim your virginity for myself!"

A collective gasp filled the room, and an uproar quickly followed. The implications of Issei's words were scandalous at best. To the ears of the nobles, it sounded as though the boy had openly declared his intention to rape Rias after defeating her fiancé.

Rias turned crimson, her embarrassment palpable, while Issei misinterpreted her blush as excitement. Riser, meanwhile, remained silent, his lips twitching ever so slightly in restrained amusement.

Sirzechs, determined to regain control, raised a hand to silence the murmurs. "Now, dragon-boy," he said firmly, "what compensation would you like if you win?"

More murmurs broke out, nobles questioning why a low-class devil was being offered compensation at all. Sirzechs quickly addressed the concerns.

"High class or low class," he said with practiced authority, "he is still a devil. Since I have requested this of him, I am bound to offer a commensurate reward." He turned back to Issei. "What do you desire? A title? Wealth? Perhaps a woman of great beauty?"

Riser suppressed a snort at the last suggestion. It was painfully obvious what Sirzechs was angling toward. The assembled nobles clearly disapproved, but none dared to voice their dissent outright.

Issei, oblivious to the tension, stood firm. "I want Lady Rias Gremory returned to me!" he declared.

Sirzechs nodded solemnly. "Very well. Shall we proceed to the arena?"

Riser cleared his throat loudly, drawing all eyes back to him. His tone was clipped, but his words carried an undeniable weight.

"There seems to be an issue here, Satan Lucifer. First and least importantly as you just stated, 'High class or low class, a devil is still a devil.' If you've asked this of me, then surely I am owed compensation as well. Or is that principle applied selectively, making your words meaningless?"

Sirzechs clenched his jaw, his temper barely contained, but Riser pressed on.

"Second and far more importantly what gives you the right to wager someone else's fiancée? Rias is not your property to hand out as you please!"

The nobles murmured their agreement, and even Rias turned her sharp gaze on her brother, her expression a mix of betrayal and anger.

Sirzechs ignored the second point entirely, focusing instead on the first. "You are correct," he admitted through gritted teeth. "Ask for whatever you desire."

Riser's smirk widened ever so slightly as he delivered his counter. "Very well. Since you seem so eager to offer up others' wives, I ask for yours. I want Grayfia."

The temperature in the room plummeted instantly, the air heavy with the weight of Riser's demand. Grayfia, standing silently nearby, raised a single eyebrow in cool disdain, her composure unbroken.

"That is out of the question," Sirzechs replied, his voice dangerously calm.

Riser's smirk turned victorious. "I see. So it's only acceptable when it isn't your woman being offered. Thank you for making your hypocrisy so abundantly clear to everyone here."

Sirzechs glanced around the room, seeing the nobles' gazes filled with disapproval and disdain. His carefully cultivated reputation was crumbling, and he knew it.

Riser delivered his final blow. "Fine, then. Since you refuse to offer your wife, I demand your vow. Swear on your life, your wife's life, and your son's life that you will cease all interference in my relationship with Rias from this day forward. No more schemes. No more manipulation."

Sirzechs glared openly at Riser, but the young Phenex didn't flinch. The silence stretched on before Sirzechs finally, reluctantly, nodded.

"Very well," Sirzechs said, his voice low and tight.

Riser nodded in turn and stepped back, his smirk firmly in place.

-later-

The arena Grayfia prepared was simple yet elegant: a flat stone floor adorned with towering chess piece statues around its perimeter. The air was tense as Riser stood on one side, exuding an aura of calm confidence. On the opposite side, Issei tightened his grip on the Boosted Gear, his teeth gritted in determination. Above them, a large projection displayed the faces of Sirzechs and Rias, watching intently. Sirzechs gave the signal:

"You may begin."

Issei dropped into an exaggerated stance, opening his mouth to shout something, but his words were cut off.

"Aghhh—!"

Riser didn't wait for theatrics. A controlled wave of hellfire surged across the arena, engulfing Issei before he could finish his declaration. The infernal flames scorched his clothes to ash, leaving him with second and third-degree burns. The force hurled him backward, slamming him into the arena's stone wall with a resounding crash.

The onlookers gasped, their attention shifting between Riser's calm composure and Issei's smoldering, battered form.

Issei groaned, his body trembling as he forced himself upright. His voice, though shaky, carried determination. "I won't... give up!"

He thrust his left hand forward, summoning the Boosted Gear's power.

"Shine forth, Over Boost!"

The emerald gems on the Boosted Gear glowed intensely as a surge of power enveloped Issei. His body was covered in crimson Scale Mail, adorned with green jewels, forming his Balance Breaker.

[Welsh Dragon Over Booster!]

The spectators watched in awe and curiosity as Issei stood clad in the legendary armor, his voice echoing: "This is the power of the Dragon Emperor! Balance Breaker Boosted Gear, Scale Mail!"

Riser's expression didn't waver. Instead, he unfurled his wings this time not the crude flames of before but intricate, phoenix-shaped wings made of pure fire. Each feather shimmered with a life of its own, mesmerizing the audience.

Gasps filled the air as nobles whispered among themselves, marveling at the beauty of Riser's transformation. Even Rias, though loath to admit it, found herself impressed.

Issei propelled himself forward, fiery determination in his eyes. He charged straight at Riser, his boosters igniting to propel him faster.

Riser sidestepped effortlessly.

Issei's momentum carried him into a towering chess piece statue, shattering it into rubble. The audience winced at the impact.

[Nine!]

The countdown began as Riser, unbothered by the scene, conjured a small flame in his palm. Slowly, deliberately, he began feeding his demonic energy into it, causing the flame to shift from orange to blue.

Rias glanced at Ravel Phenex, who was watching with wide eyes. "Blue flames? What does that mean?"

Ravel, equally stunned, explained in a hushed tone. "It's said that the flames of the Phenex change color with mastery. Blue Hellfire is supposed to be a legend, stronger and more refined than anything else in our clan's history."

Before anyone could fully process this revelation, the flames in Riser's hand shifted again from blue to white.

The arena's temperature soared, and even the spectators felt the oppressive heat from their distant vantage points. Issei, struggling to rise from the rubble, found it harder to breathe as the intense heat seeped through his Scale Mail.

[Six!]

Issei launched himself at Riser again, desperate to land a hit. But once more, Riser evaded effortlessly, barely acknowledging the attempt.

[Five!]

The white flames in Riser's hand now shifted once more, darkening to a soul-draining black. The air grew thick, and the arena seemed to warp under the overwhelming pressure.

"What is that?" Ravel whispered, her voice trembling. "Black flames... I've never even heard of such a thing."

Issei felt the weight of the heat pressing down on him. His armor, once a source of pride, now burned against his skin. Every breath he took was agony, but he pushed through.

[Two!]

He launched himself at Riser one final time, fists raised for a desperate strike.

[One!]

Riser clenched his fist, the black flames enveloping it entirely. With precise control, he ducked under Issei's attack and delivered a devastating punch to the center of Issei's chest.

The flames erupted on contact, creating an explosion that shook the arena. The ground cracked beneath Issei as he was blasted downward, slamming into the stone floor with catastrophic force. His Scale Mail shattered, leaving him burned, battered, and unconscious.

[Count Up!]

The arena was utterly silent as Riser extinguished the black flames swirling around his hand. He glanced down at Issei, who lay sprawled on the scorched ground. Burns covered the boy's body, ranging from first to third degree, his clothing reduced to ash. Riser sighed in mild irritation.

I guess you can call that a dick he said out loud looking at the micro between issei legs, unfortunately uncovered.

Yet, despite all of that, Issei still breathed. Not through any great feat of durability or some form of miracle, like plot armor, but simply because Riser held back and perfectly controlled how much force from the explosion affected Issei.

All eyes shifted to the display screens, where the defeated Issei was broadcast for the world to see. Even with the legendary Boosted Gear's Balance Breaker, he had been thoroughly outclassed.

Sirzechs' expression darkened as he stared at the wreckage. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him. He had no choice but to face the consequences: either honor the vow Riser demanded and step aside, or break his word and risk irrevocably tarnishing his reputation a reputation already on thin ice after today's events.

The nobles in the crowd exchanged hushed whispers, their eyes flicking between Sirzechs and the victorious Riser. Whatever decision the Satan made now would echo for years to come.

Riser gently flew through the air while looking at his gains from the duel.

Quest complete

[Rude Guest]

Well, you definitely put Issei in his place. Instead of him mouthing off and somehow getting a total babe like Rias to fall for him because of his 'grit, determination, and self-sacrifice'. You made him look like a pervert who was only interested in owning her body to defile it.

Reward: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic (Fairy Tail)

Quest complete

[Meddling Sis-Con]

Wow, you really didn't give Sirzechs anywhere to hide, did you? You pushed him into a corner, ruined his reputation, and compared him to the old Satans before demanding his literal Ice Queen wife as compensation for you winning the duel? Dude, you've got balls of DIAMOND!

Reward: Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Phoenix (One Piece)

BONUS: Demon Extract (Akame ga Kill)

A frown briefly crossed Riser's face before he pushed it aside. There would be time to savor his victory later. For now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

He landed gracefully beside Rias, who had just finished assessing Issei's condition. Rias turned to face him, her expression tight with restrained anger, but she kept her composure. Instead of reprimanding him, she said, "Thank you for sparing his life. He is my Pawn, and I couldn't bear to see him die needlessly."

Riser nodded, his expression calm. "I understand."

Rias seemed to relax slightly at his words, but Riser wasn't done. "However, I believe you've been far too lenient with him. His behavior, the things he said to you none of it was acceptable. If he acts like that in front of a noble, someone might decide his life is forfeit."

Rias winced slightly but didn't argue. She knew he was right. If Issei had insulted someone like the heirs of the Astaroth or Glasia-Labolas families, they would have killed him without hesitation. His behavior had been disrespectful, and his crude remarks about women no matter how much Rias might have found them amusing could easily anger the wrong person.

She nodded in silent agreement and then glanced over at Issei, who was lying on a nearby couch, covered in bandages and healing slowly. "It will take some time for Asia to arrive and heal him."

Riser could see the implication in her words she was hoping for a Phoenix Tear to heal her Pawn quickly. He pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to her without a word. As she took it, he watched her eyes brighten with relief before he casually added, "Use it wisely."

Rias gave him a thankful look, though her gratitude seemed tempered by the situation. She then turned her attention back to Issei, who still needed much more time to fully recover.

Meanwhile, Sirzechs stood at a distance, watching the scene unfold. The events of the day had left him drained. His reputation had been damaged, his efforts had all been for naught, and all he had to show for it was a defeated Pawn and a debt to Riser. His mind was clouded with frustration, but there was nothing he could do now.

He let out a sigh and turned to Riser. "It was an impressive showing, Riser," he said, his tone stiff but attempting to mask his irritation.

Riser merely raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smug smile. "Thank you, Sirzechs. Now, I believe there was something you were supposed to give me as the winner?"

Sirzechs clenched his jaw, the weight of the promise hanging over him like a storm cloud. He knew there was no escaping his vow, no way to back out now. He took a deep breath, willing himself to remain calm. "I, Sirzechs Lucifer, swear upon my life, the life of my wife, and the life of my son, to henceforth cease all negative interference between you, Riser Phenex, and Rias Gremory. I will no longer attempt to disrupt your marriage in any way."

Riser's smirk widened as he heard the vow. "Excellent," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, I believe the celebrations can continue, don't you?"

With a slight bow, Riser turned toward the gathering, signaling the end of the tense standoff. The party resumed, the nobles slowly starting to mingle again, though the air was thick with the lingering tension from the day's events. Sirzechs, however, remained silent, his thoughts clouded with frustration and resignation, knowing that his next steps would be anything but easy.

-later-

As the bedding ceremony starts rias is slaying on the huge bed of the room. They were given to consummate their marriage.

"She set herself up in bed and she spreads her virgin pussy to riser with a look of despair and content.

Seeing this, riser decided to get it over with keeping her legs forcefully open, riser shove his cock aggressively inside her and he started penetrating her.

"Riser!" Rias yells out in pain and discomfort as you forced yourself into her body without any care for her wishes or consent. Her tear filled eyes look up at you, pleading for mercy, while her body trembles beneath yours.

As you continue to thrust into her, Rias begins to sob softly, unable to bear the sensation any longer. Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her as she tries to push back against your invasive advance. Despite her obvious distress, there's a certain heat building within her that she can't deny her juices being released in a large amount.

Feeling the hot warmth of Rias release enveloping my thrusting member only served to ignite my own primal hunger within me. With each powerful stroke, I could feel myself pushing deeper into her quivering depths, relishing the tightness gripping my length.

The salty taste of her tears and the desperate cries she managed between gasps... yet something stirred within her essence, an illicit pleasure so forbidden yet exquisite she couldn't help but clench around my rigid shaft in futile protests as I claimed her maidenhood for my very own. The sight of her vulnerable form spread before me, face contorted by anguish and burgeoning lust had me pounding harder into the yielding flesh of my new bride. I reveled in exerting dominance over her whimpering frame, every shuddering moan spurring me onwards towards fulfilling carnal desires I had for a while.

Riser head reach to one of her breasts sucking on the fat tits as his other hand you play with your clitoris as riser keep penetrating her.

Feeling riser rough hands touching her sensitive breasts and your fingers teasing her clit, Rias' moans mix with her sobs. The pleasure conflicting with the pain makes her body shake uncontrollably. As riser increase the pace of your thrusts, Rias loses herself in the mix of emotions and sensations. Despite hating every moment of this forced union, her body betrays her, craving more of your touch.

Eventually, as riser continues his penetrations eventually rias has an orgasm. Rias entire body tenses up around your shaft. Her pussy convulses as waves upon waves of intense pleasure flood through her, drowning out all sense of hatred or discomfort towards at riser. This orgasm overwhelms her senses completely and leaves her exhausted both physically and mentally.

RISER She breathes your name raggedly between gasps, unable to bring herself to say anymore.

Do you think we're done my wife said riser with a smirk as his cock, got hard again.

My mind reeled in disbelief as I registered Riser's words, his smirk taunting as his hardened cock nestled back inside me. Waves of dread crashed over me anew. Could he truly expect us to continue?

Yet, even as my inner revulsion flared bright, another part of me recoiled in trepidation. A shameful twinge whispered that perhaps, just maybe, I craved his dominant touch after all, no matter how repugnant the act itself remained.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to reconcile these warring impulses. My voice barely rose above a whisper when I spoke at last, "W-we're not...done already?" The question sounded pathetically weak, even to my own ears.

They would continue for the rest of the night riser filling her insides repeatedly that night.

XxX

Did not expect us to turn into this…..

Fuck it why not?

Most of this was based on another riser si I don't remember the name but if you see any similarities, that's why.