Fun In Highschool DxD World

The elder council sat in stunned silence, still processing Izashi's decisive words. They had long held the belief that, despite his strength and imposing reputation, Izashi was still young—someone they could guide or perhaps subtly control.

But now, as they watched him, unwavering and absolutely resolute, that illusion was shattered. His gaze swept over each of them with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. If anyone had doubted his command over the Gremory House, those doubts had vanished.

Izashi glanced over at Zeoticus, who nodded in understanding. The silent exchange was enough; Zeoticus knew his place now—to manage the household and act as Izashi's right hand in his absence.

Without another word, Izashi rose and left the hall. The elders exchanged uncertain glances, murmuring among themselves as he departed, but he paid no heed to their chatter. As he stepped out, he spotted a servant and beckoned him over.

"Find Yubelluna and tell her to meet me in Venelana's chambers," he instructed. "Make sure she knows it's an order from me."

The servant nodded obediently and hurried off, leaving Izashi free to make his way down the corridor toward Grayfia's quarters. As he approached her room, he saw her waiting quietly, dressed in her usual maid uniform. She looked up at him, her expression composed, though there was a hint of curiosity in her silver eyes.

Izashi smiled, stepping closer. "Grayfia, it's time to leave," he said calmly. "Everything's been taken care of here."

Grayfia nodded, though she couldn't entirely hide her concern. Her gaze lingered on his face, searching for some hint of his intentions. "And what of Lord Sirzechs?" she asked, her voice soft.

Izashi's smile turned slightly darker. "I'll deal with him soon enough," he replied. "But that's no longer your concern." He paused, glancing over her traditional attire. "Grayfia, from now on, you won't be wearing this uniform anymore. You're free to wear whatever you want. As my personal maid, you have no need for that emblem of servitude."

Grayfia's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly nodded. She disappeared into her chambers, and when she reemerged, she wore a more relaxed, modern outfit that still hinted at elegance and grace. The top left a tasteful amount of her midriff exposed, and she had discarded the high-collared, restrictive attire of her maid's uniform. She now radiated a quiet allure, an almost shy smile playing on her lips as she met Izashi's approving gaze.

Izashi's eyes traveled over her form, appreciating the way her clothes clung to her curves. He extended a hand, letting it rest on her bare midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. "Much better," he murmured, his thumb tracing small circles along her side. "Let's go."

They walked together down the hallway toward Venelana's quarters. Grayfia's expression shifted as she realized where they were heading. "Venelana…?" she whispered, a faint question in her tone.

Izashi chuckled. "You'll see soon enough."

Venelana was waiting for him, seated on a plush armchair near the window. She rose gracefully as he entered, her face lighting up as she saw him. But her eyebrows shot up in surprise when she saw Grayfia at his side, dressed in her new attire.

"Grayfia?" Venelana's gaze flicked between her friend and Izashi. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially… like this." Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, a smirk tugging at her lips as she took in Grayfia's less formal clothing.

Grayfia inclined her head, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Izashi… instructed me to wear something more comfortable," she replied simply.

Venelana chuckled, clearly amused. She herself had dressed more provocatively than usual, her top hugging her figure closely and revealing an enticing amount of her neckline. She sauntered over to Izashi, placing a hand on his chest with a teasing smile. "And what about me, Izashi-kun?" she murmured playfully. "Did you plan something special for me, too?"

Izashi's grin widened as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close so that her chest pressed against him. "Come closer then," he whispered, guiding her forward until her body fit snugly against his. With one hand still resting on Grayfia's waist, he pulled her closer as well, sandwiching himself between the two women. He could feel the softness of their bodies, the warmth emanating from them, and he reveled in the closeness.

Just then, the door opened quietly, and Yubelluna stepped inside. She blinked, momentarily taken aback as she took in the scene—the two beautiful women pressed against Izashi, his hands resting possessively on their waists.

"Yubelluna," Izashi greeted her casually, motioning for her to approach. "Come here."

The purple-haired beauty stepped forward, her surprise giving way to her usual calm demeanor. Her eyes flicked between Venelana and Grayfia, recognizing them instantly. She hid her shock well, bowing slightly in acknowledgment.

"Yubelluna," he continued, "you'll have your own quarters here as well. I'll show you to your room shortly." He lifted his hand, gesturing for all of them to step closer. Within moments, he teleported them back to his own mansion in the human world, directly into his bedroom.

As they materialized in the spacious room, the women glanced around, taking in the luxurious surroundings. Izashi turned to Grayfia first. "Grayfia, your room is already prepared. It's the second room on the third floor. Take a look whenever you're ready."

Grayfia nodded, a quiet expression of gratitude in her eyes as she left to find her room.

Izashi then looked at Yubelluna, his gaze steady. "Your quarters are on the fourth floor, right by the stairs. You'll find your nameplate on the door."

Yubelluna dipped her head respectfully. "Thank you, Izashi-sama," she murmured before turning to exit.

As the door clicked shut behind their guests, Venelana wasted no time. She moved with a feline grace, her lithe body pressing against Izashi's back, her fingers dancing along his waist. She leaned in, her breath warm on his ear, and whispered, "And what about me, Izashi-kun? Don't tell me you forgot about my room..." Her touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers down his spine, awakening a primal response within him.

Izashi chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that held a promise of the night's adventures. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Forgot about you?" he echoed, his voice a velvety growl. "Venelana, you're the only thing I've been thinking about." He wrapped his arms around her, his hands splayed across her back, and guided her towards the bed.

She stumbled slightly, a playful gasp escaping her lips as he gently but firmly pushed her down onto the mattress. He followed, his body hovering above hers, his arms braced on either side of her head. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers captive, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting her own.

"Staying here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent vibrations through her. "With me." He punctuated each word with a soft kiss, starting at her forehead, moving down to her nose, and finally lingering on her lips. She sighed, her body relaxing into the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"You have no idea," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "how much I've wanted this. A man who could take control, who could see through my facade and love me for who I am. I never thought it would be you, Izashi-kun." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her vulnerability laid bare.

Izashi's heart ached at the sight, his chest tightening with a mixture of protectiveness and love. He lowered himself, his lips tracing a path down her neck, his hands roaming down her sides, learning the curves of her body. "I'm not letting you go," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're mine now, Venelana. Every part of you."

She gasped as his hands explored her, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her. She had spent so long hiding, so long playing a part, that she had forgotten what it felt like to be truly seen, truly touched. But Izashi saw her, all of her, and he touched her with a reverence that made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world.

He took his time, his touch both tender and possessive, as if he was memorizing every inch of her. He started at her face, his fingers tracing the lines of her cheekbones, the arch of her eyebrows, the curve of her lips. He lingered on her neck, his lips and tongue caressing the soft skin, feeling her pulse quicken under his touch. He moved down to her shoulders, her arms, her hands, his fingers interlacing with hers, their palms pressing together.

His touch was a silent conversation, a language all its own, telling her that he saw her, that he accepted her, that he loved her. She responded in kind, her body arching into his, her hands tracing the lines of his muscles, her lips finding his in a searing kiss. She wanted to explore him, to learn every part of him, to show him that she saw him too, that she accepted him, that she loved him.

But he was in no rush. He wanted to savor this moment, to savor her. He moved down to her chest, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. He could feel her breath hitching, her heart racing, her body responding to his every move. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she felt a surge of power, knowing that she had done this to him, that she had brought him to this state of arousal.

He continued his exploration, his hands moving down to her waist, her hips, her thighs. He traced the edge of her pants, his fingers dipping underneath the fabric, feeling the smooth skin of her legs. She squirmed under his touch, her body aching for more, her mind fogging with desire. But he took his time, his touch gentle yet firm, his lips following the path of his hands, leaving a trail of heat and longing.

Finally, he reached her feet, his hands wrapping around her ankles, his thumbs tracing circles on her soles. She laughed, a soft, breathless sound, her body wriggling with ticklish delight.

He smiled and after a while, he pulled back, giving her one last lingering kiss before rising from the bed.

Venelana sat up, adjusting her clothes, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She gazed at him, feeling a surge of gratitude for everything he had given her—a new life, new purpose, and a love that filled her with a joy she hadn't felt in years.

Izashi offered her his hand, helping her to her feet as they shared a final, intimate smile. With her beside him, he felt complete.

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