The Underworld, a realm inhabited by beings known as Devils, housed the prestigious Phenex Clan.
Like other noble devil clans, they possessed vast, sprawling grounds and a mansion as imposing as a castle. Within one of its rooms, he leisurely spent his morning.
The man brought a cigarette, procured from the human country of Japan, to his lips and inhaled. The filthy smoke filled his lungs. It was a nostalgic sensation.
Sprawled on a sofa, the man, Riser, enjoyed his smoke, observing the slender, cylindrical tobacco. A dirty, fragile flame at its tip steadily turned it to ash.
After watching the rising white smoke for a moment, he took the cigarette from his mouth and tapped the ash into the ashtray to his right.
It wasn't bad, but it tasted considerably worse than he remembered from the old days.
'Was the flavor always like this?'
Tilting his head slightly as he savored the cigarette, he blew the smoke directly downward, between his spread legs.
Consequently, the silver-haired beauty in a maid's outfit, who was kneeling on the floor between his legs, took the direct hit of the smoke, her lovely face contorting in displeasure.
However, the maid quickly schooled her expression and resumed her task with a deliberately emotionless mask.
Her mouth enveloped his cock, which protruded from his red suit pants, and the maid began moving her head up and down. Watching her braided silver hair sway with the motion, Riser continued smoking, feeling the warmth of her mucous membranes coiling around his shaft.
Riser inhaled, then blew the smoke directly into the maid's face. She showed no reaction to this continuous harassment, having seemingly decided to completely ignore it.
She diligently sucked his cock from root to tip, coating it thoroughly with her saliva, slurping noisily as she worked.
"Does it taste good, Grayfia?"
He spoke to the maid, who was earnestly performing a blowjob, washing every inch of his cock with her saliva.
Grayfia Lucifuge. A captivating woman with a gorgeous appearance. A respectable married woman, bound in matrimony to another man, and with a child of her own.
Yet, unbeknownst to her husband and child, she had formed a physical relationship with Riser and now served his cock like this.
"My dear Grayfia!!" Riser reached out his right hand and stroked her head, adorned with its white headdress.
The smooth texture of the white fabric and the pleasant feel of her hair were transmitted to his palm. Stroking Grayfia, Riser let the cigarette smolder before finally stubbing it out in the ashtray.
At that moment, the ashtray dipped slightly.
"Hey."
Riser addressed the girl who had been standing there all along, holding the ashtray with both hands, his voice sharp.
"Hold it steady."
"I-I'm sorry, Riser-Onii-sama...!"
The girl standing beside the sofa hurriedly apologized. She had golden roll-style hair tied into twin tails on either side of her head.
Her lovely, refined, yet childish face, fitting for her hairstyle, was stained with regret as she firmly readjusted her grip on the ashtray with her pale fingertips.
The girl who called him 'Onii-sama' was his actual younger sister, Ravel Phenex.
Despite being in her mid-teens, the feminine body she possessed was clad not in her familiar dress, but in the navy blue and pure white maid uniform that Grayfia currently wore.
After having Grayfia bring the maid uniform and trying it on Ravel, finding it suited her, Riser had since made her wear it and serve him as a maid.
Ashtray duty was a proper job for a maid.
As he glared lightly at Ravel, who was still a half-baked maid, he suddenly felt an intense gaze.
There were only three people in the room: himself, Ravel, and Grayfia. The source of the gaze was immediately identified, and he returned his eyes to Grayfia.
"What's with that look?"
Clear hostility was spreading across Grayfia's expression. She must have taken offense at the previous exchange. Even with her cheeks bulging around his cock, Riser could see the anger contained in her upward gaze.
"Do you understand your position?"
Riser grabbed Grayfia's bangs with his left hand, pulling her face close to his, their gazes clashing at close range.
Grayfia showed not a hint of intimidation, her silver eyes, the same color as her hair, reflecting his face. A blond man in his twenties, features well-proportioned, but with a mean look about him. That was his current visage.
"Say something, why don't you?"
As he spoke, Grayfia, who had been silently licking and sucking his cock, finally reacted. She pulled her mouth away from his shaft, causing the thick, massively prominent reproductive organ to reappear.
Its surface, slick and gleaming with Grayfia's saliva, was covered with countless visible veins. A single strand of saliva trailed down the surface, bulging with veins, and was absorbed, disappearing into his pubic area.
Grayfia opened the mouth that had just been performing fellatio and pleaded with him.
"Riser-sama. Please cease treating Lady Ravel as if she were an object."
A maid who stops her service to voice an opinion to her master. It was not an attitude befitting a servant.
A maid should obey her master without resistance, complying meekly with his words. If she couldn't even do that, he had his own ideas.
Riser released Grayfia's hair and thrust his right hand out to the side. The extended arm, from the wrist down, seemed to vanish as it was swallowed by emptiness.
"That is..."
He heard Grayfia mutter, having likely witnessed this spectacle several times before, as his palm grasped something inside the void.
He dragged it out, and his wrist, which had seemed to disappear, returned to reality, now holding an object that hadn't been there moments before.
His special ability, 'Item Box'. It allowed him to store objects of any mass into an invisible, non-interfering box and retrieve them into the real world at any time.
There were no limits to its storage capacity, so he never had trouble carrying things.
Before Grayfia, he held up the item he had retrieved.
A small vial. About the size that could be held in a palm, it was filled with a transparent liquid.
"Who was it that gave this to you?"
He pinched the neck of the vial between his fingers and shook it roughly from side to side. Grayfia watched with a bitter expression.
The liquid filling the vial was something known as Phoenix Tears. An item of exceedingly high rarity, capable of instantly and completely healing any wound.
Even among those that could only be produced in small quantities through special rituals, the one Riser now held was particularly special. It could cure not just wounds, but any disease in an instant.
He alone could produce these special Phoenix Tears.
Only he, Riser Phenex, whose name was listed among the Phenex Clan of the Underworld's devils.