Arrival in an isekai

Grayfia meets your gaze steadily, her crimson eyes thoughtful. "That reality taught me that power exists on scales I hadn't conceived. The dungeon demonstrated capabilities that shouldn't be possible according to everything I was taught about magic, architecture, and hierarchy." She pauses, choosing her next words carefully. "It also taught me that my understanding of service was... incomplete. Perfect execution of tasks is necessary but not sufficient."

You nod, appreciating the honest assessment. "Enri, Lisara," you say, shifting attention to your human servants. "I'm sure you're nervous about noble niceties and such. While Arche could probably answer many questions, Oriax and Grayfia are the best possible pair to ask and can easily teach you."

Enri's face flushes deeper. "I don't even know which fork to use," she admits quietly, her hands twisting in her lap. "I've never been to anything formal. The village harvest festival is the closest I've come to..."

"That's precisely why I'm introducing you now," you interrupt gently. "You could also ask Isuzu and Latifa, who you've already met. But Grayfia is the same age as the three of you and easily needs friends her own age to gossip with."

Grayfia's expression shifts slightly, surprise mixed with cautious interest. "Friends?" The word sounds foreign in her mouth, as though she's testing its weight.

Lisara recovers her composure faster than Enri, though her flushed state from earlier intimate contact still colors her cheeks. "What level of formality are we discussing? Court reception? Private diplomatic dinner? Military ceremony?"

"Unorthodox diplomatic meeting," you clarify. "Not quite court reception, I avoid that level when I can, but formal enough that basic etiquette matters."

Oriax rises smoothly from the sofa, her centuries of training evident. "I can provide instruction this evening if time permits." Her voice carries professional neutrality, though shadows beneath her crimson eyes hint at lingering exhaustion. "Basic table settings, appropriate conversation topics, proper address forms for royalty and clergy."

Arche speaks up for the first time since entering the estate. "I can help with the theory. My parents dragged me to enough noble functions before..." She trails off, not finishing the thought about her family's collapse.

"The concept of magic in this world is different than your own," you continue, addressing the devil maids. "With these two being capable of sixth or seventh tier magic."

Enri's eyes widen. "Sixth tier? That's... the Theocracy's Black Scripture uses fifth tier spells. Only legends mention sixth."

Oriax inclines her head slightly. "Devil magic operates on different principles than your world's tier system, though rough equivalencies exist. My specialty lies in spatial manipulation and barrier construction."

"Oriax, Grayfia," you say directly. "Tomorrow at two, we'll be gathering at one. There's going to be a diplomatic meeting of sorts. I'd like the two of you to accompany these three as guests."

Oriax's expression remains carefully neutral, but you catch the slight tension in her shoulders. "As guests rather than servants?"

"Correct. You'll attend as representatives of House Lucifuge, demonstrating the breadth of my connections across worlds." You watch both devil maids process this information. "The meeting involves Queen Calca Bessarez and High Priestess Kelart Custodio of the Sacred Kingdom. I'll be showing original timeline projections of their nations collapse without my intervention."

Grayfia straightens slightly, her analytical mind clearly engaging with the political implications. "You're using us as proof of dimensional reach. Showing them that your influence extends beyond their world entirely."

"More words than I'd use... yes."

Lisara glances between the devil maids and you, calculating. "So we're all being displayed as examples of your investments. Different types of servants from different worlds, demonstrating your power and reach."

"I wanted the three of you primarily because you're from the same world and in similar situations to them. The side benefits you've caught quickly," you acknowledge.

Enri looks increasingly overwhelmed, her red hair framing a face pale with anxiety. "I don't understand any of this. Other worlds? Alternate timelines? I'm just a village girl who..."

"Who survived a massacre and accepted my service," you finish. "That's precisely the point. You represent the human cost of inaction, what happens to ordinary people when powerful forces clash without intervention."

You drop smoothly to one knee in front of Enri, whose eyes widen in shock as you pull her close. Your hands slide around her waist, drawing her against you as you press soft kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, the corner of her jaw. She freezes, every muscle tense, her breathing shallow.

"You lack understanding of how high you are right now, Enri," you murmur between kisses, your fingers tracing slow patterns along her spine through the fabric of her dress. "Within my presence, you could step in front of kings wearing your undergarments and the courts would praise your confidence and elegant fashion even as your skin turns red." You pause, pulling back just enough to meet her terrified gaze with a playful smile. "Sounds kind of fun actually. Want to try?"

Her face flushes crimson. "M-Master, I couldn't"

"You could berate kings, queens and their inheritors," you continue, resuming the gentle kisses along her neck while your hands continue their soothing caresses. "And while they may speak against your words, they would not dare to harm or berate you. That would be my responsibility." Your lips brush against her ear. "Which I would have you enduring lessons so that you would understand what you spoke, right or wrong. Of course, that would be after I had you moaning through the night. Punishment or reward."

Enri makes a small sound half protest, half whimper her hands gripping your shoulders for support as her knees weaken.

"Tomorrow all you need do is be polite," you say more seriously, pulling back to look directly into her eyes. "Like speaking to a set of new roommates. You have no reason to look down on them, nor to look up to them. They will either accept and be naked at your side, or they will refuse and we will never meet them again."

You press one final kiss to her lips, soft and lingering. "You are there to meet them, to see them, as they make a deal not overly different from the deal you and your sister made in a forest clearing mere days ago."

Enri's breathing gradually steadies, though her face remains flushed. "I... I understand, Master." Her voice wavers but carries determination beneath the fear. "Just be polite. Like roommates."

Across the room, Lisara watches with calculating interest, one hand absently adjusting her dress where you'd disheveled it earlier. Arche's expression remains carefully neutral, though her hazel eyes track every movement.

Oriax rises from the sofa with fluid grace. "If etiquette instruction is required, I can begin immediately. Basic forms of address, appropriate conversation topics, table settings for formal dining."

Grayfia stands as well, her crimson eyes thoughtful. "I could help with practical demonstrations. Showing rather than simply explaining often proves more effective."

You release Enri slowly, letting her regain her balance before standing yourself.

You gesture toward the table with calm authority. "Enri, Grayfia, Arche bottoms off, sit in order on the table."

Enri's face drains of color. "Master, I... here? In front of..." Her hands twist together nervously.

"Now," you say simply.

Arche moves first, rising smoothly and unfastening her dress with practiced noble efficiency despite the flush spreading across her cheeks. She slides the fabric down past her hips, stepping out of it entirely before removing her undergarments and folding them with deliberate care. She sits on the edge of the polished wooden table, her honey-blonde hair falling forward as she avoids everyone's gaze.

Grayfia stands next, her crimson eyes meeting yours with steady composure despite the obvious tension in her shoulders. She unfastens her maid uniform with precise movements, revealing pale skin unmarred by blemish or scar. Her white panties join the growing pile of clothing before she sits beside Arche, maintaining perfect posture.

Enri remains frozen, her breathing rapid and shallow. Lisara reaches over and touches her shoulder gently. "Just do it quickly," she murmurs. "It's worse when you think about it."

Enri's fingers fumble with her dress fastenings, taking three attempts before managing the simple ties. She slides the fabric down with trembling hands, her face burning crimson as she reveals simple cotton undergarments. She removes them with visible reluctance and sits on Grayfia's other side, immediately crossing her legs and hunching her shoulders.

"Grayfia, inch back and hook your feet behind Enri and Lisara's ankles, then lean back and raise your legs slowly."

The silver-haired devil maid complies without hesitation, scooting backward on the table surface slightly. She hooks her feet behind their ankles as instructed, then leans back onto her elbows and slowly raises her legs, exposing herself and her seated companions completely.

You turn to Oriax, who has risen from the sofa and stands with rigid composure despite the obvious conflict in her crimson eyes. "Are you ready to watch her lose her virginity?"

Oriax's jaw tightens. "If that is your command, Master."

You smirk slightly, "Begin your lesson on forms of address. Conversation topics and table manners won't be relevant tomorrow."

Oriax draws a measured breath, retreating into professional duty. "When addressing royalty directly, the proper form is 'Your Majesty' on first address, followed by 'Your Grace' in subsequent conversation. High clergy should be addressed as 'Your Eminence' or 'Your Holiness' depending on..."

You step forward and begin kissing Grayfia's raised calf, your lips trailing up the pale skin while your hands massage the taut muscle beneath. She shivers but maintains her position. You move to Arche next, pressing kisses along her inner thigh while she bites her lip to suppress sound. Enri flinches when your mouth reaches her trembling leg, her entire body tense.

Reaching into your inventory, you produce a large bean bag and place it beneath the table. "Lisara, panties off, on the bean bag. I'm going to enter you while I enjoy my virgin dinner. You can pleasure yourself with me or focus on the lessons."

Lisara's eyes darken with anticipation. She strips quickly and settles onto the bean bag, spreading her legs in clear invitation. You position yourself and press forward, her wet heat accepting you with practiced ease as she gasps.

"For nobles below royal rank," Oriax continues with visible strain, "the appropriate address is 'Lord' or 'Lady' followed by their family name..."

You begin moving slowly inside Lisara while lowering your mouth to Grayfia's exposed sex. Your tongue traces her folds with deliberate precision, tasting her virgin flesh while she trembles above you. Oriax's voice catches mid-sentence as she watches you pleasure her daughter.

"Continue," you command softly without lifting your head.

"If... if the noble holds a specific title such as Count or Viscount," Oriax forces out, "that title should be used instead of the generic..."

You shift to Arche, your tongue finding her center while your hips maintain a slow steady rhythm with Lisara. Arche's thighs clench around your head as she struggles to remain still.

"In diplomatic settings," Oriax's voice wavers, "one should avoid controversial topics such as..."

You move to Enri, who jolts at the first touch of your tongue against her sensitive flesh. She makes a strangled sound, her hands gripping the table edge with white knuckles.

"Religious differences," you supply against her skin, the vibration making her gasp. "Territorial disputes. Historical grievances."

"Correct," Oriax manages, her composure cracking as she watches you pleasure three virgin women simultaneously while coupling with a fourth.

You shift your rhythm with Lisara, driving deeper as your tongue continues its deliberate exploration of Grayfia's virgin sex. Her pale thighs tremble against your head, her breath coming in short gasps as you find the sensitive bundle of nerves and apply focused pressure.

"When addressing multiple dignitaries simultaneously," Oriax continues with visible strain, her crimson eyes fixed on her daughter's flushed face, "one should acknowledge the highest-ranking individual first, followed by..." Her voice catches as Grayfia's back arches slightly, a soft moan escaping despite her efforts at composure.

"Followed by others in descending order of precedence," you finish against Grayfia's heated flesh, the vibration making her gasp. You move to Arche, your tongue tracing slow circles that make her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood.

Listra clenches around you rhythmically, her hands gripping your thighs as she rocks against the bean bag. "Master," she breathes, her voice thick with approaching climax.

"Not yet," you command softly, slowing your pace. She whimpers but obeys, forcing herself to stillness despite the desperate need building in her core.

You return attention to Enri, whose entire body has gone rigid with overstimulation. The first touch of your tongue makes her cry out involuntarily, her thighs clamping around your head before she forces them open again with trembling effort.

"If a diplomatic conversation turns to sensitive topics," Oriax pushes forward, sweat beading on her brow, "one should employ deflection through..." She trails off as Grayfia's control finally breaks, her orgasm rolling through her in waves that make her arch completely off the table. Her crimson eyes roll back, mouth open in silent ecstasy as you continue the focused stimulation through her climax.

"Through polite redirection to neutral subjects," you supply again, moving back to Arche and increasing intensity. Her honey-blonde hair falls across her face as she struggles to maintain position, her hazel eyes glazed with sensation. You find the exact rhythm that pushes her over the edge, her release manifesting in a full-body shudder and a strangled sound she can't quite suppress.

Enri watches with wide eyes, terrified and desperate in equal measure. When you return to her, you keep the stimulation gentle, building slowly rather than overwhelming. Her breathing grows ragged, hands white-knuckled on the table edge. "I can't... I don't..." she stammers.

"You can," you murmur against her sensitive flesh. "Let go, Enri."

Her climax hits with unexpected force, her entire frame convulsing as she experiences the first orgasm of her life. Tears stream down her flushed face, though whether from pleasure, relief, or emotional overload remains unclear.

You increase pace with Lisara finally, driving into her with focused intensity. "Now," you command.

She shatters immediately, her scream echoing off the walls as her body locks around you in rhythmic pulses. You continue through her climax until she goes limp against the bean bag, utterly spent.

Oriax stands frozen, her professional composure cracked beyond repair as she watches you pleasure four women to completion while calmly correcting her diplomatic instruction. Her hands tremble at her sides.