“So…good,” she panted and Harry closed his eyes, lazily running his fingers through her hair as he waited for sleep to claim him.
“I must say that I didn’t expect you to stoop to this level, Rias,” a cold, emotionless voice said, shocking him out of her near-sleep.
Harry opened his eyes to see that the curtains around his bed had been thrown open, and a silver-haired woman in a French maid outfit was glaring down at them.
“Huh?” was the only thought his tired brain managed.
“What an apt turn of phrase,” the silver-haired woman said dryly, holding her hand out towards them.
It was engulfed in a circle of silver light that had symbols similar to the ones that Rias had appeared in.
Exhausted as he was, Harry tried to scramble for his wand, but he was too late, and the spell that the woman cast hit them both.
“Oh, I…oh, hello Grayfia,” Rias said as she woke up and sat up.
Harry barely noticed what she said or the next thing that this Grayfia said to her, as he was too busy being amazed by how suddenly good he felt.
It was almost as though he had slept through the entire night, which he knew that he hadn’t come close to managing.
“Sirzechs was hoping that you’d come up with a more elegant solution than this,” Grayfia commented.
“It worked, didn’t it?” Rias asked petulantly.
“Without my virtue, I can’t be sold off to Riser.”
“There will be consequences for going about it like this,” Grayfia said.
“You do realize that, right?”
“Nothing that my family can’t handle,” Rias said.
“It’s not as though anything has actually been signed yet.”
“And him?” Grayfia asked, pointing at him.
“He’s…” Rias went to reply.
“What the fuck?” Ron asked, having been woken by the noise.
The redhead poked his head out from the curtains, and his eyes went wide as he saw Rias sitting in Harry’s bed, completely naked.
His eyes trailed up and down her body as though he was unsure of where he wanted to look most, and Harry was about to cover her up with his hands when Grayfia held up her hand again.
“Sleep,” she commanded, and Ron was hit by a burst of light that knocked him unconscious.
Similar lights went off behind the curtains of the other beds.
“What did you do to him?” Harry asked.
He might have been pissed at Ron for being a pillock, but that didn’t mean that he wanted him harmed.
Grayfia turned to him and his breath hitched as she seemed to peer almost through him.
Her cold eyes were as red as Rias’ hair, something that he’d been too tired to notice at first. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“I put him back to sleep and removed his memory of seeing us,” she replied stoically.
“I’ve also ensured that the others won’t wake for a few more hours as well.”
“I wish you’d waited for morning,” Rias grumbled.
“I did,” Grayfia said, fluttering the heavy curtains enough to show off the bright light of the sun.
“Oh,” Rias said in surprise.
Turning to him, she said, “I guess you went all night, stud.”
“I er…” Harry stammered, growing flustered.
“You were amazing,” Rias said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”
Unshakably aware of the other woman staring at them, Harry felt his face grow red at the sudden affection.
“Now let’s get that evil piece in you,” Rias said.
“Your parents ordered me to return you to them in all haste,” Grayfia said.
“I’ve stretched things as it is.”
“I made a deal with Harry here,” Rias said.
“His life’s in danger, and he needs a boost to his powers.
I offered to make him my bonded servant in exchange for relieving me of my virtue.”
“Hmm,” Grayfia said.
“A shade cleverer than I thought.
As your servant, he’ll be spared the wrath of the Phenexes unless they want to end up at odds with the Gremorys, which won’t be worth it when there wasn’t even a contract to violate yet.”
“Mmhmm,” Rias yawned.
“Everyone will be disappointed, my mother most of all, but there’s no need for bloodshed.
Now, what to pick?”
“As a spellcaster, bishop would probably be for the best,” Grayfia said.
“I was thinking that, yes,” Rias said, picking out a white bishop piece. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Wait a minute,” Harry said.
“Why are they chess pieces?”
“We’re in a hurry, so I’ll explain quickly,” Grayfia said.
“Lord Ajuka is fanatically fond of chess, and he invented them, so they’re based on the game.”
“Now hold still,” Rias said.
“This won’t hurt a bit.”
As she pressed the bishop against his chest, it began to glow a bright red, and to Harry’s amazement, it slipped inside his chest.
There was no pain or even itchiness as a foreign object was inserted into him.
That changed a moment later, as his scar burned and the bishop was thrown out of his chest and onto the bed.
“What the hell?” Rias asked as Harry rubbed his scar.
“Fuck,” he groaned, wincing at the lingering, though fading, headache.
“I’ve never seen that happen before,” Grayfia said in surprise.
It was the most emotion that she’d expressed yet.
“I think it might be my scar,” Harry said.
“It burned before the bishop was rejected.”
“Let’s try a rook,” Rias said, frantically pushing the other piece inside him before he could say a word.
He groaned in pain as his scar flared again and the rook was thrown out of his chest again.
“Why isn’t it working?!” Rias exclaimed, sounding scared.
“I told you it’s my curse scar,” Harry said through gritted teeth.
“Harry, you don’t understand!” Rias said.
“If you aren’t my servant, I can’t protect you from the Phenexes.”
“Rias, you’re overlooking something,” Grayfia said calmly.
“No mere curse could keep an evil piece from taking hold.
Since Ajuka invented them, they haven’t failed once.
Not in humans, fallen angels, or even dragons.
This is a mystery, and if there is one thing that Ajuka loves, it’s solving mysteries.”