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"To victory!" Rias declared, raising her glass high above her head with a brilliant smile.

"TO VICTORY!" The rest of the peerage echoed in unison, their voices overlapping with the same excited energy that filled the grand sitting room of the Gremory manor.

The sound of glasses clinking together rang out like cheerful bells as everyone brought their drinks together in a triumphant toast. Issei grinned widely as he tapped his glass against Kiba's, then Xenovia's, before finally meeting Rias's crystal goblet with his own. 

And why were they toasting?

Because they'd done it. They'd actually won against one of the most anticipated matches of the season, and now they were one step closer to the finals. The match had been intense, pushing everyone to their absolute limits, but all the effort was worth it in the end.

Issei tilted his glass back and gulped down the expensive wine in one go, the liquid burning pleasantly as it slid down his throat. Around him, the others did the same… Well, most of them anyway.

Koneko sat primly on one of the plush armchairs, holding a juice box with a straw sticking out of it, with her usual stoic expression. Asia sat beside her with her own juice box, smiling sweetly and clapping her hands together trying to share the joy. Gasper had been given the same consideration, clutching his grape juice box like a lifeline while peeking out nervously from behind Asia's shoulder.

Even if they couldn't drink alcohol, they weren't being left out entirely.

"That was incredible out there, Ise" Rias said warmly, her emerald eyes sparkling with pride as she leaned against his shoulder. Her red hair cascaded over his arm, and the scent of her perfume made his head spin slightly—or maybe that was just the wine. "You were amazing. I knew you could pull it off."

Issei felt his chest swell with pride, though he tried to keep his composure. "It was a team effort, Buchou. Everyone did-"

"Oh, come on now," Akeno's sultry voice cut through the moment as she appeared on his other side, her violet eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. "Don't be so modest, Issei-kun. You were absolutely magnificent out there. So strong, so commanding..." She trailed off with that teasing lilt in her voice that she always used. "The way you took charge and dominated the battlefield... it was quite thrilling to watch."

In the past; hell, even a few months ago, Issei would have immediately turned red, stammered words, and probably said something dumb. But he'd grown accustomed to Akeno's constant teasing over the months. Her playful attitude was just part of who she was, and honestly, he'd learned to enjoy the banter.

So instead of reacting the way she clearly expected, Issei simply grinned and opened his arms wide in an inviting gesture. "Well, if you're that impressed, why don't you come join us? There's plenty of room."

Akeno's smile transformed into a grin. "My, my, Issei-kun. How bold of you. I'm starting to think our precious Dragon has grown up."

She moved slowly, deliberately, sliding into the space he'd offered and pressing against his side and making sure her breasts were pressing against him. Then her hand rested on his chest, fingers tracing idle patterns that made his skin tingle even through his shirt. Her face was close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"Is this what you wanted?" she purred, her voice dropping to that husky tone.

But Issei kept his composure, though he had to admit his heart was beating faster—and not entirely because of the alcohol. "If you're comfortable, Akeno-san."

Akeno pouted slightly, clearly disappointed that he wasn't reacting like he used to. "You're no fun anymore, Issei-kun. Where's that adorably flustered Red Dragon Emperor who used to turn bright red whenever I got close?"

"He learned a couple of tricks." Issei shot back with a smirk.

"Ara ara, you've figured out my strategy," Akeno laughed.

"If you two are quite finished," Rias said with a hint of irritation in her voice, though her lips curved into a small smile as she squeezed Issei's arm tighter. "I'd like to actually enjoy celebrating with my boyfriend without you monopolizing him completely, Akeno."

"Sharing is caring, Buchou," Akeno replied sweetly, making no move to change her position.

Kiba chuckled from where he sat across from them, raising his newly refilled glass. "It's good to see everyone in such high spirits."

"That Holy-Demonic sword technique you developed was crucial," Xenovia added, sitting beside Kiba with her own glass. Her blue hair was still slightly disheveled from the battle, giving her a wilder appearance than usual. "Though I still say you should have let me handle that Bishop myself. I had it under control."

"You were about to charge in without backup against three opponents," Kiba pointed out diplomatically. "That's not exactly 'under control,' Xenovia."

"Details," Xenovia waved her hand dismissively before taking a large gulp of wine. "The Lord would have protected me."

Issei couldn't help but grin at their banter. This—all of this—was what he'd been fighting for. Not just the victory in the Rating Game, but these moments with the people who'd become his precious family. The comfortable camaraderie, the teasing, the genuine bonds they'd all formed.

"My, my, what a cozy scene we've walked into."

A familiar, elegant voice calling out from the entrance to the sitting room suddenly interrupted the playful atmosphere. 

Issei's head snapped toward the doorway, and he immediately straightened up—though Akeno and Rias remained comfortably draped against him. Standing in the entrance was Venelana Gremory, Rias's mother, looking as regal and beautiful as always in a sexy flowing evening gown. Her short flaxen hair framed her face perfectly.

It was crazy that she could pass as Rias' older sister if didn’t know the woman.

Behind her stood Grayfia Lucifuge, the silver-haired Queen of Sirzechs, her braided hair falling over one shoulder as she carried an ornate silver tray laden with large, decorative crystal glasses that looked like they belonged in a museum. Her maid uniform was immaculate as always, and her expression remained professionally neutral.

But what really caught everyone's attention was the bottle Venelana held in her hands. It was old; really, seriously old, with a label so faded that the text was barely legible. The dark glass seemed to absorb the surrounding light, giving it an almost mystical appearance. Even from across the room, Issei with his very limited knowledge could tell this wasn't just any wine.

Rias gasped audibly, her eyes widening as she stared at the bottle. Her grip on Issei's arm tightened almost painfully. "Mother, is that...?"

"The Gremory Reserve," Venelana confirmed with a warm, proud smile, holding up the bottle for everyone to see. The reverence in her voice was unmistakable. "From our family's private vineyard, aged for over a thousand years in the deepest cellars of the estate. One of only dozens bottles remaining in existence."

A stunned silence fell over the room. Even Koneko looked up from her juice box with mild interest, her ears twitching slightly.

“Wow…”

"This is a very special occasion," Venelana continued, her smile widening as she looked at each member of the peerage with obvious pride and satisfaction. "You've all worked incredibly hard, so naturally you've earned something equally special to commemorate this victory. This wine has been reserved for only the most significant moments in our family's history. Today, you've proven yourselves worthy of such recognition."

"Lady Venelana," Kiba said respectfully, though even he looked awed. "This is too much. We couldn't possibly—"

"Nonsense," Venelana interrupted gently but firmly. "You are all part of the Gremory household now. Rias's peerage is family, and family shares in both the struggles and the victories." Her violet eyes softened as she looked at her daughter. "Besides, seeing my daughter this happy,... there's no better occasion to share one of our most treasured possessions."

Rias's eyes grew suspiciously bright, and Issei felt her lean more heavily against him as if seeking support.

"Grayfia, if you please?" Venelana said.

"Of course, Lady Venelana," Grayfia replied in her usual composed tone as she set down the tray on the ornate coffee table in the center of the room. 

The moment Grayfia's hands closed around the ancient bottle and began working the cork free, Issei heard the distinctive pop that echoed through the sitting room. Immediately, a powerful, intoxicating but rich aroma filled the air.

It smelled like liquid magic, if such a thing were possible.

"My, my, isn't that fragrance incredible?" Venelana said with obvious satisfaction, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes as if savoring a precious memory. "A thousand years of aging creates a bouquet that simply cannot be replicated by any modern methods or artificial means. This is true craftsmanship, preserved across centuries."

Grayfia moved, pouring the deep ruby liquid into each crystal glass. The wine seemed to glow faintly in the ambient light, almost as if it contained its own inner radiance.

She served everyone present, moving around the room. When she reached Issei, her crimson eyes met his for a brief moment, and he could have sworn he saw the tiniest hint of a smile.

Then to his surprise, Grayfia poured a glass for herself as well. The strict woman almost never indulged in anything during official or semi-official gatherings, maintaining her professional demeanor.

If even Grayfia was joining for a drink, it really must be a special occasion.

Venelana lifted the first glass delicately between her fingers with the grace of a noble, and everyone else followed suit. 

"To the future champions of the Rating Games," The matriarch announced. "May your path to victory be as enduring as this wine, may your bonds as a peerage remain unbreakable through all challenges, and may House Gremory continue to shine brightly with you as its representatives. To House Gremory, and to all who fight under its banner!"

"TO HOUSE GREMORY!" Everyone chorused, raising their glasses high.

This was his family. These were his people. And he would protect them with everything he had.

Issei brought the crystal glass to his lips, the aroma even more intense up close—almost overwhelming.

He tilted the glass back and took a generous drink; the liquid coating his tongue with flavors that seemed to explode across his palate in waves.

It was smooth, impossibly smooth, with layers of taste that kept revealing themselves one after another. Sweet, then slightly bitter, then something almost spicy that warmed his throat as he swallowed. There were hints of cherry, plum, chocolate, vanilla, oak, and dozens of other flavors he couldn't even begin to identify. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted.

For a moment, he understood why something like this would be preserved for a millennium and treated as a treasure.

Then the warmth in his throat spread rapidly to his chest, then his limbs, then his head. The room seemed to tilt slightly, and the edges of his vision blurred just a fraction. The crystal chandelier above seemed to multiply into three, then four versions of itself before snapping back into one.

Wow, this stuff is strong, was his last coherent thought before everything started getting hazy.

Issei blinked once, and the world seemed to shimmer like a heat mirage.

He blinked again, and everything tilted sideways.

He blinked a third time, and everything went dark.

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Pain.

That was the first thing Issei became aware of as consciousness slowly, agonizingly returned. His head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, then decided that wasn't enough and brought in a jackhammer for good measure. 

‘What the hell happened?’

He groaned softly, not daring to open his eyes yet. The inside of his eyelids felt safer than whatever harsh reality awaited him on the other side. His body felt heavy, warm, and surprisingly comfortable despite the splitting headache. Which was confusing because if he felt this terrible, he should probably be lying on cold bathroom tiles somewhere.

And he felt parched, dehydrated even.

Slowly, carefully, Issei cracked one eye open. And the light streamed through unfamiliar windows and he immediately regretted his decision as the brightness sent another spike of pain through his skull like a hot knife. He squeezed his eye shut again with a wince.

‘Okay, slow. Take it slow.’

He tried again, this time more gradually, letting his eyes adjust to the light. The ceiling above him was ornate, decorated with elegant molding and what looked like a fresco of classical art—definitely not the ceiling of his room at home or even his usual bedroom at the Gremory manor or even Rias’ room.

So where was he?

Issei turned his head slightly to the left. And relief flooded through him when he spotted familiar long red hair spilled across the pillow beside him. He could make out Rias's peaceful sleeping face turned toward him, her lips slightly parted as she breathed slowly and deeply. She looked so beautiful, especially when she was sleeping.

‘Okay, Rias is here. That's good. That's very good. We probably just... had fun in one of the guest rooms or something.’

The relief was extremely short-lived.

Issei turned his head to the right.

Slightly yellowish-beige hair, styled nearly identical to Rias's but with subtle differences in the waves and length, greeted his recovering vision. 

Venelana Gremory lay beside him on his other side, still asleep, her elegant features relaxed in deep slumber. 

Rias’ mother.

Who was definitely in the same bed as him.

Issei's brain stuttered to a complete halt.

His eyes darted back to Rias, then to Venelana, then back to Rias, his mind refusing to process what he was seeing. 

[Ddraig, buddy, please tell me you remember what happened,] Issei thought desperately toward his Sacred Gear.

[I am a Dragon of domination, not a babysitter for drunkards,] Ddraig's voice rumbled in his mind, sounding distinctly amused. [Though I must admit, watching you attempt to sing opera in demonic while standing on a table was quite entertaining.]

[I did WHAT?!]

[Among other things. You also declared your eternal love for oppai to Lady Venelana, described in great detail your scientific theories about the perfect breast size to Lady Grayfia and how you would love all titties, and challenged an absent Sirzechs Lucifer to a duel to the death for his mother, his WIFE and Rias's hand in marriage and giving them all a baby.]

Issei felt all the blood drain from his face. [Please tell me you're joking.]

[With how you have ruined my great name, your greed is commendable and at par of a true dragon, so thank you for recovering my reputation a little, partner. And so eagerly creating a hoard.]

[WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!]

[Have fun, partner.]

Issei forced himself to breathe slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. 

‘Okay. Okay. Think Issei what to do…’

Wait, didn’t Ddraig mention Grafiya?

Almost on cue he felt something warm and wet start working its way up his shaft, causing him to groan.

Naturally he lifted the soft sheet and his heart skipped a beat as he stared at the beautiful grey eyes of the strongest Queen of the underworld.

Grayfia Lucifuge, the wife and queen of Lucifer, the woman who had been giving him cold glares since he had met her, was currently between his legs, her once smooth silver hair splayed across and messy as she bobbed her head along his morning wood.

She noticed that he noticed her and gave him a wink as she took him all the way down, her throat constricting around him. Issei bit his lip as he had to use all of his willpower to not moan but it was so hard to do it as this was one of the most beautiful women and she was sucking him off!

All he wanted was to grab her head and push her down but he also had to contain that lust not just because he feared what Grafiya could do to him and he really didn't want to wake up Venelana and Rias.

The beautiful maid then after a while of very skillful sucking she pulled back leaving a lewd string of saliva.

"Did you have a nice sleep, Hyoudou-sama?" She whispered, her voice a husky purr that made him twitch as she gently caressed his member, almost like tickling.

Issei could only nod dumbly, his throat too dry to form words. His mind was a battlefield. One part was screaming in pure, unadulterated bliss at the sight before him and going all in. The other part was screaming and cursing Ddraig because of the potential consequences that could befall on him. This was Grayfia. Grayfia. The Ice Queen. The Perfect Maid. Sirzechs Lucifer's wife!

But seeing him in his dazed state, Grayfia simply smirked. "I must say, I was skeptical of your... charms... but last night was rather... illuminating."

As she spoke, one of her hands, which had been resting on his thigh, began to trail upwards at an alluringly slow pace. Her fingers danced along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"I had my doubts," she continued, her gray eyes locking onto him again. "About my husband's high regard for you. About lady Rias's infatuation. I thought you were little more than a brutish, simple-minded pervert."

Ouch.

Her thumb brushed against the sensitive head, circling it slowly. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine and made his hips buck involuntarily.

Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to wet them.

"Yet I find myself... wanting more of this."

Before Issei could even process her words, she leaned down again. But this time, it wasn't just a simple blowjob. She engulfed him completely, her movements no longer just a demonstration of skill, but a hungry, desperate need. Her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as she took him deep into her throat, hollowing her cheeks and her constricting walls massaging him in a way that had him seeing stars.

He could feel the pressure building, a familiar coiling in his gut. He tried to hold back, to warn her, but all that came out was a choked gasp and a hand resting on her head.

"I... Grayfia-san... I'm..."

She didn't stop. If anything, she intensified her efforts; her moans vibrating around his length as she worked him with renewed fervor.

With a guttural groan, he couldn't hold back any longer. He spilled himself into her willing mouth and she swallowed it all, her throat working as she took everything he had to give until he let his body go limp for a moment to catch his breath.

As he lay there, panting , he felt a shift in the mattress beside him. He turned his head slowly, dread and anticipation warring within him, and saw Rias stirring. Her blue eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as she adjusted to the stream of light.

A soft smile graced her face as she saw him. "Good morning, Ise..."

Her gaze then drifted downwards, past his chest, to where Grayfia was slowly, deliberately, cleaning him with her tongue and not even trying to be subtle.

But the smile didn't vanish. Instead, it transformed. It became... predatory. Her eyes darkened with a hunger that he recognized all too well, a hunger that usually preceded nights filled with sweat, moans, and a very sore, very satisfied him.

"My, my," Rias purred, poking the older woman with a finger. "Starting without me, onee-sama?"

Grayfia lifted her head, a glistening thread of saliva and something more connecting her lips to his now thoroughly slickened member. Her professional demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a confident, almost feral smirk. "I was merely ensuring our new king was properly... prepared for the day. And what a king he is."

Rias's eyes roamed over Issei's body, taking in the scene with unabashed appreciation. "So I see," she murmured, before her gaze shifted to her mother on the other side of him. "And what about you, Mother? Are you going to let the Queen of the Underworld have all the fun with my boyfriend?"

She was awake too?!

Issei turned his head to find Venelana's violet eyes open, watching them all with a serene smile. She stretched languidly, the silk sheets sliding down her body to reveal the full, magnificent curves that defied her age.

"You told me many times that he was quite the specimen, my dear daughter," Venelana said, her voice a melodious purr that sent a new wave of shivers down Issei's spine. "And after last night's... performance... I must admit I'm eager for a private encore." Her eyes met his, and she blew him a kiss which caused him to look away in embarrassment.

Wait... He had sex with all of them?!

"Yes you did."

Everyone can read minds now?!

"Of course not, sweet boy," Venelana giggled, caressing his hair a little. "Your face is just that easy to read." She pushed herself up, moving closer, so her big breasts rested on his arm. "But you are right. You did claim all three of us. You were... Very passionate."

The images that flashed through his mind were fragmented, a chaotic slideshow of limbs, lips, and ecstatic cries. Rias moaning his name, her nails digging into his back. Grayfia's stoic facade crumbling as she screamed his name time and time again. And Venelana... goddess, Venelana, writhing beneath him, her elegant features contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure as she begged him for more.

"You were magnificent," Venelana continued, her hand coming to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing circles around one of his nipples. "So strong, so virile. You made us all yours." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You promised me a grandchild. Although, I believe you will give me a child first."

Issei’s brain short-circuited. He was sure he must have died and gone to heaven. No, wait...demons cannot go to heaven...but the thought still counts!

"Mother is right, Ise," Rias whispered breathily against his other ear, her hand sliding down to join Grayfia's between his legs. "I still cannot feel my legs."

He was hard again. Rock hard. And three pairs of hungry, predatory eyes were fixed on it.

"Ara ara," Grayfia purred, a hungry smile gracing her lips "The vitality of the Red Dragon Emperor is truly something to behold." She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her grip firm and sure.

"I told you, onee-sama," Rias said, her own hand joining the fray, her fingers gently massaging his balls. "Ise is... special."

Venelana simply watched for a moment. Then, with a grace that was breathtaking, she swung a leg over his waist, straddling him. The silky sheets pooled around her hips, revealing her smooth, flawless skin and the neat patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

"So which one do you want to start the day with?"

“Uh?”

“Yeah, Ise. You promised to give everyone a kid sooooooooooooooo….”

And all three pairs of eyes were locked on him.

Damn.