Rias' Mom Wants You

The scent of roses and something faintly smoky filled the air as a teleportation circle glowed softly on the floor.
You looked up from your book just in time to see Venelana Gremory step into the room, her arrival as graceful as it was unannounced.

Unlike her daughter’s bold crimson, Venelana’s hair was a rich, warm brown, cascading in soft waves over her shoulders. Her violet eyes held a playful glint, and her lips curled into a sweet, almost innocent smile—a stark contrast to the dangerous allure of a High-Class Devil.
She wore a flowing, bare-shoulder dress in lavender colour, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that was elegant yet undeniably tempting.

"My apologies for dropping in uninvited,"
she said, her voice like honey—light, melodic, and dripping with charm.
"But I simply had to meet the man who’s been occupying my daughter’s thoughts."

You didn’t respond, but your body tensed slightly, sensing the underlying mischief in her tone.

Venelana giggled, a sound like wind chimes, as she glided closer.

"Oh, don’t look so serious. I’m not here to scold you." Her fingers trailed along the back of the couch as she circled you, her hips swaying gently with each step.
"In fact… I wanted to thank you."

That caught your attention.

"Rias has always been so… reserved,"
she mused, pausing to toy with a lock of her hair.
"But lately, she’s been flustered. Distracted."
Her gaze flicked to yours, warm and knowing.
"And I have a feeling you’re the reason."

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She didn’t command the room like Rias or Akeno—she filled it, her presence wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
When she leaned in, it wasn’t with dominance, but with a playful curiosity, her fingers brushing your shoulder.

"You know…"
she murmured, her breath warm against your ear,
"I’ve always wondered what kind of man could make my daughter lose her composure."

Her lips were dangerously close, her perfume intoxicating.

"Would you mind… demonstrating for me?"

The question was innocent. The implication was anything but.

Before you could react, she pulled back slightly, her smile turning impish.

"Ah, but where are my manners?"
She straightened, clasping her hands together.
"I should at least ask properly."

Then, with a demure tilt of her head, she batted her lashes.

"Would you… show me what you did to make Rias so flustered?"

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The way she looked at you—sweet, almost shy—was a lie, and you both knew it. But the game was too enticing to resist.

She took a step back, her dress swaying around her thighs, and gestured to the empty space between you.

"Unless… you’re afraid of little old me?"

A challenge. Wrapped in sugar.

Your body moved before your mind could protest, closing the distance between you.

Venelana’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with victory.

"Oh my. Eager, aren’t we?"

Her hands came to rest on your chest, her touch feather-light.

"Good."

Then, with a giggle that sent heat straight to your core, she whispered:

"Let’s see how long you last."