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"Good evening. I am Rias Gremory, and will be the devil in charge of your wish tonight." James had to do a double take at the sight of the beautiful and well-mannered young lady that came out of the supposed demon-summong circle.
To be honest, he hadn't expected much, but he found the flyer a polite young lady gave him during his trip to Japan and well, his family's business had run into so many unfortunate events over the last two years that he basically went 'May as well,' and gave it a go.
"Good evening... d-did you just say Gremory?" He blinked owlishly, still confused about the sight before him. This young lady looked as devil-like as any squirrel. Furthermore, the entire reason his family's business (a hotel chain) had run into issues was because of the Gremory Group muscling in and always showing up with an offer every time one of his family hotels was devastated by a freak event.
Worst storm in a thousand years? Check
The mountainside fell into the lake and produced a freakish lake tsunami? Check
Suddenly a volcano? You know that's a check.
Why, it was almost as if his family had offended a vengeful deity of some kind... no, not a deity. A devil.
"Why yes! I am the heiress of the Gremory clan, one of the Underworld's seventy-two pillar families! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. You heard about us?"
"I... maybe?" James looked around and moved back to sit atop a cloth-covered crate. He wasn't sure what was inside it, but so long as it could bear his weight, that was fine with him. "Any relationship to the Gremory Group? They have been buying a lot of hotels lately, usually at dirt cheap prices after seemingly impossible events..."
"Yes, my father has recently begun investing in the Human World, and decided that seeing to the comfort of others while they're away from home was a very honorable line of work, so he has indeed began investing in multiple hotels. Besides, it gives my family a place to stay whenever we want to visit the Human World. Why?"
James felt himself grow hot under the collar, his hand squeezing on the cloth he was sitting upon. It seemed obvious to him now that he had been trying to fight off Satan himself! The actual Satan, no less! No wonder so many freak accidents kept happening one after the other, but no... there's still a chance it was sheer coincidence, no matter how small, so...
"I am familiar with the brand." He said as calmly as he could after taking two deep breaths, and the she-devil (Rias, he reminded himself) smiled at him. "If you don't mind, what kind of powers do you have?" He asked her.
"Basically, we rule over luck. Ah, but I also inherited the po-" James' blood pressure skyrocketed at that.
He wasn't even hearing her anymore.
What do you mean there was a sinkhole under his family's new hotel!? And how the hell does a series of one-in-a-thousand years storms hit every single one of his family hotels!?
'Bullshit! Act-of-God my ass! It was these shitty devils fault! How the hell is anyone supposed to compete against a group with infinite luck as a resource!? We're literally going broke, how am I meant to face my employees and apologize for the literal devil at work!?'
James could feel his heatbeat behind his eyes. He rubbed at the sides of his head and forced his temper down. No, this was just a business strategy. A new one, but he was first and foremost, a businessman. 'Get as much information as you can, you fool!'
"I see. So, I take it you want to offer me luck in exchange for my soul?" James felt like laughing at himself. After ruining his family's business, this literal succubus was here to finish him off, wasn't she?
"No, not at all."
"Eh?" Train of thought successfully derailed.
"That practice fell out of favor after the devil Civil War." Explained the actual devil before him. "Nowadays, we take payment in cash or goods, same as anybody else. Other arrangements aren't off the table, of course."
"...please elaborate." James did his best to remain calm. 'Has she come to make me an offer for the three hotels we have left, then?'
"Well, you make a request, I fulfill it, and get paid upon delivery. Our new leadership ruled that asking for a client's soul no matter what was an excellent way to encourage reckless wishes. If you're going to become a devil's toy no matter what, may as well ask for the sky, right?" The redheaded succubus explained, crossing an arm under her breasts and using that arm's hand to support her other arm's elbow, gesturing as if to say 'what a bother.'
"..." James lifted a finger, thought about it, and lowered his hand to think about it.
"Is there a problem?"
"Wait, so..." He rubbed at the sides of his head, trying to get rid of the migraine that was beginning to throb behind his eyes. "You appear, fulfill any wish, and then ask for adequate compensation?"
"Pretty much?"
"That's a terrible business model. What if someone tries to take advantage of you!?"
"Uhm, I appreciate your worry, but the summoning fails if the summoner harbors ill-intent."
"I see."
'Alright, so the summoning worked because I had no ill intent towards her, but now that I know the truth behind my family's ruin... Wait, doesn't that means this is a one-in-a-million chance for revenge?'
"Would you like to take a seat? You have been standing from the moment you came in. My family prides itself in catering to its guests."
"Thank you very much, but until you explain your wish, I can't really leave this circle, so..."
"Understood. In that case, let me think for a moment so you can come out and move around... I have a few more questions, though."
"Please go ahead."
"What's stopping me from asking for your family's hotel chain, for example?"
The redheaded succubus smiled, her posture relaxed.
"The Contract itself."
"Beg your pardon?"
"Contract magic is an ancient, completely neutral party. A living, intelligent spell that works on the principle of equivalent exchange, with absolute and immutable law. You can't propose a deal you have no means to pay, or no intention to honor."
"Alright, and if I wished for something small like, say 'clean this room' instead?"
"The Contract would make sure I'd charge you the proper tariff for a domestic worker after the room is clean."
"The contract enforces itself?"
"It is magic, don't worry about it. But yes, it would be an automatic and unavoidable process."
"How so, unavoidable?"
James looked at the redheaded devil with some worry, fearing she was talking about a monkey's paw or even a Final Destination kind of thing.
"As the summoned, the Contract will make sure I grant yur wish to the best of my ability. Then, it'll ensure fair payment to the best of your ability. Neither of us gets a say on it, and neither of us can alter the deal. Like this, the Contract makes sure all transactions are fair and final."
'I only have your word for it, tho.' James stood up, straightening his back as he began to pace around the room. "So I can ask for anything, then?"
"As long as it is within my power. I can't make you king of the world, though I doubt you'd be able to pay for the world, so the Contract wouldn't trigger even if I could."
"And once you've done your part, I will be forced to pay appropriate compensation."
"That is correct."
'I am pretty sure they should have stuck to taking souls. If you know you are going to end as the toy of whatever devil you called forth, you'd want to be polite and fair in your request. Truly, what a terrible business model. Ah, but they can't be summoned if you're planning to cheat them, right?'
"I assume you can't bring my mother back to life?"
"Sadly, I cannot."
"Cure my father's cancer?"
"Deeply sorry but... no."
"You mentioned good luck. What if I ask you to choose lottery numbers for me? What do you think the price for that would be?"
"Luck is luck. It is not fate. There's a fair chance you'd get good numbers, but I can't promise you the grand prize, so I think the price would be based on how long I've been here overall."
"So you'd basically be paid by the hour? That's a little amusing."
'So I can't save my family business, nor ask for hers. A pity. Have to sell before going bankrupt and make sure the buyer wants to work the building as a hotel. Looking after my employees' future at the end is the least I can do.'
"Is there any rule that says one wish per summoning?"
"...not really, no. Have you thought of something?"
"Yes, you see..."
~ A business transaction later ~
The Gremory's copy of the sale goes away, and Rias smiles at her summoner across the desk. After a somewhat complicated explanation, she agreed to purchase the rest of his family hotels at a premium price, and the contract paid her a 5% fee as the in-between, which James had to admit, was a smaller cut than that of most realtors.
"Alright, with that done, you mentioned another wish?" Rias asked, sipping from her champagne flute in a good mood, happy to close a deal to everyone's satisfaction.
"I am surprised by how brief the negotiation was..."
"Well, the Contract ensures fairness. I couldn't disobey, and neither could you."
"I see..." James closes his eyes and begins to think. A lifetime of experience in legalese and business contracts at work as he ruminates on his next wish, studying it from different angles and looking for the best way to word it out. "My family was in this business for close to a hundred and twenty years, you know? It really hurts that we had no chance to fight you off." He said, more than a little bitter. "In fact, I was at my wits end trying to think of a way to apologize to my family for bringing the business down..."
"It wasn't your fault."
"Oh, I know that now."
With a sudden 'poof!', Rias clothes explode into loose threads before flowing towards her neck, ankles, and wrists, where the threads weave themselves solid again, becoming a collar and a matching set of snug wrist and ankle cuffs of bronze and steel, each with a dangling ring large enough to pass a lemon through.
"W-what is the meaning of this!?"
Rias cries out and knocks her chair over in her rush to stand up.
"What do you think happened to the guests and employees on those hotels that were hit with 'bad luck'? How will you compensate their families? Do you even care, you goddamn devil!? Don't say a word, I know you don't. In fact, don't even move!"
"Yo-!?" The redhead begins to speak but finds out that she can't. In fact, she can't even breathe.
"A man's fortune is another man's misfortune. That's a fact, but it is hardly on purpose. You're a special case tho, aren't you? Pay for the lives you ruined, pay for the lives you ended, goddamn devil!"
James Smith gave a sigh of relief. He refilled his drink, and began to sip on it while looking at the girl... no, the succubus in front of him. 'She's not a human,' he reminded himself. 'Not a person. A literal demon and her family's prosperity is built on the misfortune of everybody else!'
A devil, not a girl. Even as her eyes grew moist with tears and showed signs of fear, he reminded himself that he's sitting across an actual devil. 'You really can't judge a book by its cover, uh?' He wasn't kidnapping a girl, he'd captured a devil, one that had tried to ruin his life.
'Yes, that's right. This is fair. Even her contract agrees.'
The succubus' eyes began to tremble as James looked her over without a single hint of lust.
If anything, his eyes are appraising and cold, as if he's looking at a new set of curtains or a brand-new rug. She couldn't breathe. You move to breathe, and he told her not to move.
James goes through two more glasses before he notices, and by then she's blue, her eyes beginning to roll upwards as lines of tears run down her cheeks.
"Breathe." He says, and her body begins to do so, her skin going back to normal as she comes back from the edge of asphyxiation. "I didn't expect the contract to be so thorough." He confesses. "Here's another order. You're not allowed to hurt others or yourself. Specially yourself. That's my job now."
She shoots him an indignant glare, still confused about the situation. What kind of contract had this man come up with that gave him so much power over her? How was this fair!?
James H. Smith is a well-respected businessman and family man. known to be fair and calm. He does have a vengeful streak, however, and for ill or good, rarely forgets a debt.
"I suppose you want to ask what's going on." He says, and sees her nod. "In short, I made a wish, and your contract agreed. You said it yourself, you wouldn't answer a summoning with ill-intent, but have you ever thought of why? If the contract ensures fair and equitable deals, it should be safe, right, so even then, shouldn't it be safe? Wrong."
James stood up and began walking around his desk. Rias immediately freaked out, imagining he was about to bend her over and use her body. She wanted to cry, but no tears would come out.
"I had no ill intent when I summoned you, and we finished our first deal just fine. Then you agreed to a second deal, and that was as far as you got. You can speak by the way, but only in a respectful and intimate way. No need to wake up everyone in the house."
"What... what did you wish for? H-how did you get the contract to agree?" Her mind was racing a mile a second as she tried to come up with a way out of this.
"I have no need to tell you. The contract is already in effect, I already paid, and you must deliver." James said, finishing the loop around her and back to his seat.
Rias let out a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding. At least he hadn't raped her.
Yet.
James pulled his seat away from the desk and lifted its arm rests before rolling up his sleeves and taking a seat.
"Now come lay down on my lap. We'll begin our new relationship with a good 'ol spanking."
"Wh- ah is, I-!?" Rias began to complain but then felt a shiver running down her spine as her body betrayed her, standing up and walking around the large desk to lay down on James' lap as if it was no big deal. She even lifted her ass and began wiggling it in expectation. "I... a-as soon as this is over, I'll kill you! Why am I doing as you say!?"
'By the time the contract expires, I'll be long dead.' Thought James, a hand cupping Rias' chin and neck while the other laid down on her perfect ass.
"I am glad to see your true colors, devil." He said. "It soothes any doubts I had."
SMACK!
"O-ow! Y-you brute! How can you do th-!" She complained. Sure, he was a grown man, but surely a normal human wasn't meant to hit that hard!
SMACK!
"Eeeek! Why can't I stand uuuuu!?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow ow ow! S-stop, please, it hurts!" She begged, yet James continued to spank her ass with a steady hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Uuuh~ p-please stop...!" She whimpered, her upbringing having done precious little to prepare her for such a thing.
"Ask for more." Was James' simple command.
"Please spank me some morewhatthefuck!?" Her eyes went as wide as saucers upon hearing her own voice.
"Lower your tone. Keep your words polite, and your tone intimate at all times."
SMACK!
"In fact, from now on you're to word your every phrase so it ends with a polite 'sir' and/or a 'mister Smith', am I understood?"
"Why in satan's name would I do that, Sir!?" She replied in a much more subdued fashion. "Just how strong is this stupid contract? When does it expire, Sir?"
SMACK!
"The volume is better, but be more polite than that." He said after slapping her ass hard enough to push her against the side of his legs.
"O-ow... y-yes, I'm sorry mister Smith, Sir." She replied, surrendering just that tiny little bit of her own free will, just in time for the Contract to seize on it and make her new way of speech into a permanent one.
"You'll thank me and ask for more every time. Try and be as earnest as you can."
SMACK!
"O-ow!" She whimpered, then let out a low, surprisingly needy moan. "T-thank you Sir. May I have another, pwlease?" She said, eyes wide open as the words just rolled out of her treacherous mouth.
"You sound like a brat. Make an effort and sell me on what a needy slut you are."
SMACK!
"A-aah~♥" She lowered her head, raising her shoulders and hips, pushing her body against his lap and presenting her ass for his next blow. "T-thank you Sir. Please, please hit me again, as hard as you can~♥"
James felt his cock twitch and had to admit she was a natural. Then again, he wasn't surprised. Tricking and seducing good men should be as natural as breathing for her kind.
SMACK!
"Uuhnn~♥ Thank you Sir. May I have another, please Mister Smi~ith ♪?"
SMACK!
"Ah~♥ That's so gooo~od!" She cooed, all the while crying out 'No it isn't, it fucking hurts!' inside her mind. "Harder. Faster. Plea~ase~♥"
As they got into a rhythm, the contract seized on the smallest crack in Rias' mind, ramming itself against it like a stake through a vampire's heart to make sure she continued this trend and did her absolute best for her contractor's sake.
SMACK!
"Hhhn~♥ Thank you Sir. May I have another, please?"
SMACK!
"Ah~ S-so goo~od. Again, please!" Her voice was sultry and low, her head leaning back as she subconsciously adjusted her posture to add to the overall effect of her words.
"Hn. As expected from a devil slut." James voice was steady and calm, his hand rubbing and squeezing at Rias' warm red ass. "Yes, these are your true colors."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Again and again, James' right hand caused Rias butt cheeks to jiggle and sway in an almost hypnotic way. Far from continuing with her efforts to resist, she was now moaning, wiggling her ass, and egging him on to go harder every time, wiggling her ass and thanking him after every single blow.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"A-ah~♥ Mister Smith, you're so gud, ai think ahm about to cuuhmm~♥ More, please, spank me harder, spank me moahre!" She cried, and it took her a moment to realize her words were true.
'When did that happen, when did that start!?'
She had been about to fall irreparably under the Contract's might, saved by the very skin of her teeth as she just barely managed to harden her heart.
'Oh Satan, if he spanks me now, I-!' She panicked, fully aware in that single second about how close she was to giving in.
And then it came.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She began to spasm, her words a blurry mess as she tried to thank him in between moans and gasps, her body shaking and trembling on his lap. The defenses of her heart collapsed, and the Contract took root to the point it was hard to say where she and it ended or began.
"Ooooh Yee~essss... thunkyuuu Sihr... p-plehss dun't sthuuup~♥!"
'Dangerous.' James thought. 'Damn, I think I hurt my hand.'
"Nuuuh, wai'd yhuu sthuuup!? Pliiss muuurh!" She begged, her speech so slurred as to be barely understood.
He began to shake his hand. It was sore and bright, though nowhere near as much as Rias' cherry red ass.
"You're dripping, slut. You're making a mess on my rug."
"Ahm suhhrry Siiihr, pliiish spannnk me mooar...!" She slurred out, a line of drool falling off her permanently open mouth.
"No, we're done."
"Duuhn?" She repeated, and a nearly insignificant part of her cheered up as hope reared up its beautiful, beautiful face.
"For now. Get off me. Stand up." He said, and whatever hope Rias had was nipped in the bud.
Her ass was on fire, her pussy was a hot mess, and her thighs were soaked in its juices. And yet, despite the trembling and the daze of her afterglow, her body did as told, and she rose from James' lap to stand by his side, a sensual mess in need of a good fuck under anybody's eyes.
"Straighten up, hands behind your head." He said, and was satisfied to see her obey instantly and without complaint. To be fair, her head was full of cotton and he was basically talking to their Contract right now, it growing stronger by the hour and the spank, stretching its roots into her heart and mind, eroding her resistance with the single-minded stubbornness and inevitability of a magically animated force against a vulnerable mortal mind.
And right now, Rias was barely there, at all.
"Better. Ankles at shoulder distance." She obeyed, her body moving on its own with little to no resistance otherwise. "You wanted to know our terms." He explained. "From now on, you'll strive be useful and convenient. That's it."
"Wuut?" She half-heard him, her mind and heart at the edge of something, something white.
"Until the contract ends, you'll do your best to do, whatever you're told to do. Simple, right?"
His words managed to pull her back, her mind beginning to register them even as her womb descended and the entrance to her pussy gasped in heated need, letting its juices drip down her thigh like a broken faucet.
"W-whaaa~ kind of payment...?" She slurred out.
"I told you, call me Mister Smith, or Sir. Be polite and keep your volume intimate at all times. We are contractor and contractee, and that means you work for me."
"...y-yes mister Smith, Sir." She replied, and surprised herself whe realized she meant it.
"Much better. Manners are important when talking to your boss, after all."
"What was..." She stops, the contract forcing her to formulate her question in as polite a manner as she could. "May I ask what exactly is expected of me? My duties to their fullest extent. I believe knowing such is vital to do my job, Mister Smith, Sir."
"Just do anything you're told, as best you can." He repeated himself. "An honest, one-hundred-percent effort every time, for the duration of our relationship. Any details beyond that... I'm keeping those for myself, and you're forbidden to ask again. Don't worry, the contract considered the terms a fair and equivalent exchange. Once we're done, you'll be sufficiently compensated, I'm sure."
In fact, the contract wasn't particularly complex. As a long time businessman, James knew that the simpler a contract was, the harder it was to find loopholes and cheat it out. As for its precise wording.
As the contracted, Rias Gremory's words, actions, and thoughts will, at all times and to the best of her ability, happen to the convenience and benefit of James Hammerer Smith and his lawfully recognized descendants.
In exchange, the aforementioned Rias Gremory will, upon completion of this contract, claim ownership of the sum total of every asset owned by the final descendant of James Hammerer Smith, monetary or otherwise.
Thus, the contracted (Rias Gremory) is encouraged to act to the benefit of the contractor's fortune (James Hammerer Smith and his descendants), for its sum total shall become hers after the completion in goodwill of this contract.
In exchange for her everything, she'd gain the total accumulated wealth of potentially dozens of generations. The contract agreed this was a fair and equivalent exchange and entered effect post-haste. Especially considering that a human life is but a speck of dust against that of a devil. In fact, as far as the contract was concerned, it was heavily skewered in Rias' favor, and thus greatly empowered to enforce her part of in an effort to balance things out. Does it say anywhere that James was expected to explain the contract to Rias? No. And he has no plans to.
A simple and solid contract is hard to wiggle out of, but one whose wording you don't even know? Yeah, good luck with that.
"Now go stand against that wall. Yes, I think you'll look just right between the grandfather clock and the coats rack. Face to the wall." He watched her turn and move into position before continuing. "Cross your wrists at the small of your back, and stand on the balls of your feet. Good, heels as far up as you can." James said, and much to her horror, Rias found that she instantly obeyed.
...Rias Gremory's words, [actions] and thoughts will, [at all times] and [to the best of her ability], happen to the convenience and benefit of James Hammerer Smith...
"Now make sure to stay there, beautiful and quiet. Until further notice and unless I ask you a question, I expect you to be mute."
...Rias Gremory's [words], actions and thoughts will, [at all times] and [to the best of her ability], happen to the convenience and benefit of James Hammerer Smith...
Little more than a passenger on her own flesh, Rias panicked as the Contract forced her to follow James' words.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't raise a word of protest, let alone move, and leaving the spot he had directed her to was far beyond anything she could even consider, as second after second, she found it harder and harder to muster the will to try. The Contract kept demanding she focus her every effort on obeying James' words.
...Rias Gremory's [words], [actions] and [thoughts] will, [at all times] and [to the best of her ability], happen to the convenience and benefit of James Hammerer Smith...
She tensed a little as a chair slid over the rug so James could get up and leave the studio, not bothering to say a word. He locked the door behind him and left her to wait, nude, scared, and alone.
For three days.
Her ass was on fire. She wished she could rub it, or somehow soothe the pain away, but for that, she'd need her hands, and that meant disobeying James' words.
She noticed she could at least think about it, since he hadn't specified she should be in pain, but could do nothing about it, not really.
Could she?
She tensed her ass, squeezing her cheeks together, and the tiniest, most minute bit of relief showered her sore ass like a balm from the gods. She had to eventually relax and let it go, though. Then she squeezed again and thus began a cycle of tightening and release that caused her ruby-red butt to bounce and wiggle in the cool empty room.
As for how long it took for James to come back... In all fairness, meeting with the Gremory Group lawyers, and finishing the transfer of his family's last hotels and related assets was no easy task, but James went about it in a prompt and efficient manner, letting his anger simmer whenever he signed anything, further betraying his family's legacy to what he now realized was a supernatural opponent he had never had a chance against. He could feel his humour growing darker and hotter every day, and most especially whenever his family gave him confused and hurt looks.
He had no excuse beyond "It can't be helped." That was it, the sum total of why he was selling out. And each time, his children gave him a confused or, far more painful, disappointed look. And every time his beautiful wife pulled her shoulder away from his touch, he thought of the devil waiting in his studio and forced out a smile.
The future was his only solace. The knowledge that in exchange for everything he or his descendants would ever have, Rias was forced to give everything she is. His future for her present, for as long as it takes for his entire bloodline to pass away from natural cause. He had secured them long and healthy lives in exchange for things they wouldn't need once said lives were finished.
From Rias position, it was a chicken or egg problem, a circular logic trap. The contract, enforced by her own magic power, demanded the full commitment of her bloodline power of [Luck], to the benefit of James and his descendants. It would constantly grow her power, then use that power to gain deeper control over her words, actions and thoughts before allowing the use of said power only to the benefit of James and his descendants, thus ensuring the growing number and health of said descendants down to the last.
And the stronger her power gets, the more fortunate and healthier their lives would be, which inevitably would result in children, which would prompt the Contract to force her power to grow...
Rias didn't know it yet, but thousands of years from now, this Contract would make history and her situation would become a literal textbook example on why you should never agree to a Contract without first going through a summoning rite.