Ravel didn't want to be there. She definitely didn't like that. That mansion wasn't hers; it didn't belong to her family. However, the fire in the room kept it somewhat cozy.
Her parents had tried to cancel the engagement after Ruval lost. Ruval was her older brother and the strongest, the one Altair fought without any problems and defeated.
'Using a trick,' she thought spitefully. Ruval would not have lost if Altair had not used a sacred magic artifact. Ruval would not have lost.
'But Riser wouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes,' she told herself bitterly.
Her family was the first to cheat. Her mother and father coveted the recipe for Phoenix Powder that Altair created, so they decided to cheat by using a potion from the magical world. That position allowed Ruval to become Riser and participate, ensuring victory.
But even so, they lost. Not only did they lose, but they lost by being discovered. Her older brother, who was recovering from her injuries, had been kicked out of the Rating Games and would not be able to participate for the next 50 years. For a devil, it wasn't a long time, but Ravel was only 17, and it seemed like an eternity to her.
Riser became the laughing stock of the underworld, even though he planned to fight. He only stepped aside, knowing that it was his fault that Ravel was about to fall into the hands of the pervert Altair.
Ravel frowned at the thought of the handsome, dashing man she would end up marrying someday. That will not be happening soon; there were things in between that she didn't know about. Altair was a first-class pervert. If she had to put him on a scale of Risers, Altair would be as perverted as 0.95 Risers.
A considerable number, considering that her brother sought out women to fulfill each of his fetishes: Ravel almost vomited in disgust at the thought of her brother with those women; it wasn't the best image to have in mind.
Altair was tall and mysterious, with charming purple eyes that looked at the world, seeking to learn from every corner. Ravel believed that even a speck of dust in the air would be able to catch his attention. He was so attractive that it hurt her to have to marry a degenerate.
'What am I thinking?' She didn't know where this contradiction in her came from. She disliked Altair too much.
"Mhm~," that sound snapped her out of her stupor.
That was confirmation that Altair was not the gentleman that many in the underworld might think he was. He was a perv, a libertine who now found himself alone with a married woman.
"No matter what you hear in there, don't go in," her mother had told her before entering the man's room.
Ravel didn't understand at first. Her father told her that her mother would be working for Altair for a while. So she would be at the mansion. What kind of work? Her father didn't say, but it wasn't complicated to find out now. Those same sounds, she recognized them to her dismay.
It broke her heart that her mother would do such a thing. Although it was common for Lord Phenex to go on adventures with young devil girls, her mother had always been faithful. But Altair came along and changed that. Not only was he corrupting her, but her father knew about it and condoned it. But what could they do?
The Maou supported Altair. Grayfia herself had witnessed the bet. And right now, the woman in the maid uniform was outside Altair's door, waiting for them to finish their session.
"Oh~," she heard her mother's unmistakable voice. "Ignatius never went that deep, by the Satans!" Ravel bowed her head at that revelation. "Rough up my pussy until I can't take any cock but yours," Ravel covered her ears.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh only increased from then on. It was like listening to animals fighting, growling, and shouting obscenities. She wanted to leave and stop listening, but she couldn't. Instead, her body wouldn't let her go.
"You're too tight to have given birth to so many children," she heard Altair's voice, guttural and sensual. "Maybe a bastard of mine..."
"Oh~ a magnificent bastard, like his father's bastard!" her mother screamed as she came. Ravel knew that the moan that followed her words was an orgasm; it couldn't be anything else.
Slap!
"Did you hit me?" she heard her mother say.
"And your pussy got even wetter, you aristocratic whore," Altair replied.
Her mother couldn't even deny his words; she just continued to be a trail of moans and incoherent screams.
Ravel had had enough. He got up and walked towards the door. Grayfia didn't even react to her footsteps. The blonde looked at the gray-haired woman more closely. Her movements were stiff, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She still seemed strict, but she wasn't completely indifferent to what was happening inside the room.
"Squeeze your pussy! I'm going to cum inside you," she heard Altair say, and it was just then that Ravel opened the door.
Inside, Altair was holding her mother's legs in the air, his hips moving forcefully with each thrust, moving Soleira's soft skin. Ravel watched her mother's legs tense, but Altair held them in place without any trouble, his cock continuing to slide in and out of the woman's pussy.
Ravel met her mother's gaze. She watched as her mother's eyes slowly rolled back. Altair's hand went to the mature woman's neck and squeezed. Ravel tensed, her legs coming together at the sight.
A thrust and a moan were the following things she saw from Altair, who remained buried deep inside the woman. Lady Phenex simply took it. She took it like a whore takes what her clients give her.
When Altair finished, he pulled out of her abruptly. A dull sound and a moan from her mother. Ravel looked at Altair's cock, smeared with crystalline white fluids. It was disgusting, she thought initially, looking away with difficulty.
Then she looked at her mother. Her legs were spread, and her mouth was half open, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her lips. A river of white fluid flowed from her pussy.
Bloop! Bloop! Bloop! Bubbles of semen began to emerge from Soleira's pussy, exploding in the air.
'How embarrassing!' thought Ravel, looking away. She didn't want to see her mother in that state. It wasn't something she should be watching. It wasn't the sight of a lady from a big house. That smell of sex was something she expected to find in Riser's room.
'Disgusting, how disgusting.'
"Leave my mother alone!" she shouted, but she could only do so in her mind. Her mouth stopped the moment Altair looked her in the eyes. His purple eyes looked happy. Ravel couldn't speak, not in front of him. The shameless boy left the room naked, passing in front of Grayfia. Ravel thought she saw the maid's eyes look at Altair's body carefully for a second, but she dismissed it as her brain playing tricks on her. It wasn't possible that Maou Lucifer's wife...
"Ravel..." Her mother's voice was weak. "Wipe the drool from your mouth," she said as she got up.
The woman's legs were weak, and Ravel had to help her up and walk to the bathroom. On the way, she looked at her mother's naked body. She had red marks all over her body, and on her face, she thought she saw some of the white liquid that had previously come out of her private parts.
"Dad said you were going to work for Altair," Ravel said in a thin voice.
"Yes, the boy wants his balls emptied," her mother said with a shrug. "I gambled. I gambled badly and lost. If I hadn't agreed to pay the bet, our family would be even more destitute. We broke the rules in front of the entire underworld," her mother tried to sound serious and mature, but she moaned a little when more semen came out of her pussy. "It was supposed to be just once, but the agreement was changed because of the cheating," she said in a tone that Ravel didn't recognize. 'Joy?' She shook her head. It wasn't possible.
Ravel understood. She didn't like it at all. But she didn't know what they could give Altair. The man wasn't satisfied with just her —Ravel —; he also wanted to humiliate her mother.
"You don't have to do this," Ravel said. "Although it seems like you enjoyed it," she added, remembering the mature woman's moans.
"Oh? You have to learn, my daughter. Sex with guys like Altair is not just about giving their bodies pleasure; you have to satisfy their ego. You have to be submissive and controlled, say what he wants to hear. They're like animals seeking approval. You're going to marry him, remember that," her mother explained. Ravel watched the woman go to a large tub and sink into it.
'Of course, Mom wouldn't enjoy such a thing. She's not a degenerate,' Ravel rejoiced.
Although she found it strange that her mother couldn't look her in the eye when she spoke.