Back in the human world, Ethan returned home to find Rias and the others frantic. They had been waiting for four days. While they knew he was alive through the soul contract, they were still worried—and slightly annoyed to see him return with a disheveled Kuroka.
Koneko was the only one not angry. Seeing her sister finally "belong" to Ethan made the little Nekomata's cat ears twitch with joy.
After explaining the situation—and dropping the bombshell that he had befriended and named Great Red—Ethan left the girls to settle in. He had business to attend to. He headed straight for the Underworld. He had been sent on a suicide mission due to bad intel, and he wanted compensation.
His first stop: the office of the "Magical Girl" Maou, Serafall Leviathan.
"Lord Serafall, the mission is complete," Ethan said, walking into her throne room. He looked at the black-haired, twin-tailed beauty with the massive breasts and narrowed his eyes. "Because of your faulty intel, I was almost trapped in the Gap forever."
Serafall pouted. "Intel wasn't my job! Sirzechs and Odin were the ones in charge!"
"I'll settle scores with them later. But first..." Ethan stepped up to the throne, looming over her. He reached out and gripped her chin. "Let's talk about our private arrangement. You promised me a reward."
"You... you already did it with my sister, Sona!" Serafall stammered, her face turning red. "We can't..."
"We can't what?" Ethan's hand slid down from her chin, his fingers grazing the pale skin of her cleavage.
Serafall felt her breath hitch. She knew Sirzechs had sent Ethan into danger, but she didn't realize Ethan knew the full extent of the "payment" Sirzechs had already provided.
"Sirzechs already paid his price," Ethan whispered into her ear, his hand now fully cupping one of her firm, heavy breasts. "How do you think Grayfia and Venelana reached the God level?"
"Wha—!" Serafall's eyes widened. She had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed was different. If Ethan had already claimed the wife and mother of the Crimson Satanael, then a mere Leviathan like her had no shield.
"You... just do it then!" Serafall closed her eyes, trembling like a martyr.
Ethan laughed softly. He pulled his hand out of her dress but kept a firm grip on her chin. "I don't like using force, Serafall. Grayfia and Venelana were willing participants. If you truly hate the idea, I'll walk away."
Serafall didn't move. She didn't pull away. Her black-stockinged legs rubbed together under her short skirt. She wanted to say she wasn't against it, but her pride as a Maou held her back.
"Tell me now," Ethan challenged. "Yes or no?"
Serafall's long lashes fluttered. She didn't say no. Seeing her silence, Ethan smirked and swept her up into a bridal carry. "To your bedroom then, Maou Leviathan."
With a blush that could melt iron, Serafall used a teleportation circle to take them directly to her private chambers. The room was grand, styled in heavy European medieval decor. A fire crackled in the hearth.
Ethan sat on the plush rug by the fireplace, leaning back against the sofa. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth. Suddenly, he felt a soft, silk-covered sensation against his back.
He stripped naked in an instant using his powers. Now, he could feel every detail of Serafall's feet rubbing against his spine. The friction of her black stockings against his bare skin was intoxicating.
"Don't open your eyes until I say so," Serafall whispered. Her voice had lost its playful edge, replaced by a sultry, commanding tone. She reached over his shoulder and slid her cool, slender fingers into his mouth. Ethan instinctively sucked on them, swirling his tongue around her fingertips.
"Hehe... good boy..."
Serafall rested her head on his shoulder. She extended her legs, her stockinged feet finding Ethan's thick, raging cock. She began to knead his shaft with her soles, the silk fabric providing a friction that made Ethan groan.
"Does that hurt?" she asked playfully, though she could feel him throbbing and growing even harder under her touch. The scent of her light sweat mixed with the aroma of the fireplace, creating a heavy, aphrodisiac atmosphere.
Serafall leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I've watched you from afar for so long, Ethan... and tonight, I think I'll find out if you're as good as Sona says you are."