This is part four to chapter 6. Leave your Power Stones and I hope you enjoy.
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Slowly, as if he were waking from a trance, Issei's head raised up to meet the girl's gaze.
A chill crawled down his spine.
That's new.
A small smirk danced across her pink lips, her domineering look fixating upon him. Rising to her feet, Sona paced around the desk with methodical steps that enraptured his ears, harmonizing with his quickening heartbeat.
The stringent, uptight president appeared much more provocative and commanded even more attention. As she drew near, Issei felt himself freeze up, as if his cushy chair had turned him into a block of ice. Encroaching enough to reach out and touch him, his eyes snapped shut, the anticipation of the unknown taking control.
After a moment without physical contact, Issei could hear her footsteps trail away from behind him. His eyelids were bold to creep open, but he didn't dare look behind him.
Click.
His blood ran cold.
...Wasn't that the door?
Her footsteps picked up again, the sound coming closer. His eyes shut again, listening intently as she neared with each mind-numbing step. She stopped directly behind him and he felt his back stiffen up against his chair, hands anxiously clenching at his knees.
Movement crawled across the plush chair, revealing to be dainty, feminine fingers that snaked their way across the red fabric and onto his shoulders. Issei jolted in her touch, the increasing strength in his palms threatening to fracture his own kneecaps from the tension within.
A soft, seductive breath entered through his right earlobe as the girl leaned over the chair, hovering just over his shoulder and delicately brushing his cheek with her own. "I said... you've been a bad boy, haven't you, Issei~?"
Watching as the boy nearly melted in his chair, Sona pulled away with a growing smirk. While he may have changed more than she ever could have expected in a single week, he was still a pervert filled with teenage hormones longing to be set free. His greatest desires hadn't changed and he was easily susceptible to lecherous temptation.
Just as she was counting on. It may be a dangerous game and beyond dirty, but Rias had been the one to throw down the gauntlet. She made too many passive moves and didn't use the time she had to her full advantage. Biding her time was not going to win her this war. In fact, it would be her downfall.
If you want something, you have to reach out and take it shamelessly and remorselessly.
It was time to make Rias regret her actions.
Stepping around the younger boy glued to his chair, Sona stood in front of him and gracefully leaned back against her large desk, casually resting her hands against it. His eyes were sealed shut as his hands and legs trembled with strained excitement and fear. Her smirk grew into a grin of superiority, a sadistic pull in her chest as she asserted herself over him.
"Look at me," She commanded.
Issei jumped at her tone, sharp yet goading as if she were playing with him. Not wanting to find out what could happen if he disobeyed, his eyelids twitched several times as he forced them open, taking in her oppressive gaze and shrinking away in his seat.
"Have you been a bad boy?" Her teeth shown arrogantly as she pulled herself up to rest on her desk. In one bold move, Sona steadily opened her legs, revealing a pair of white cotton panties hidden underneath the secret lair of her velvet skirt. Feeling as if he were transcending time itself, Issei stared down the pale valley directly at the trove of pure treasure beckoning him. His lower half strained instantaneously and a pained whimper left him.
Just what the hell was happening?!
"Answer me," Sona ordered, her legs spreading wider as she leaned further back, allowing him a better view of the underside. The cotton appeared to stretch against her pert thighs, as if waiting to be torn off.
"Y-yes!" Issei yelled out, giving in to her seduction. Breathing excessively from his flared nostrils, his arms flew wide open, finally ready to embrace his senpai.
Who cares about why?! Let's just do it! Pound town, for the win!
Her legs immediately clamped shut and the wind was swiftly taken from Issei's sails. "E-eh?"
Staring back up to meet her eyes, Issei swallowed as Sona appeared much more displeased, no longer smiling as her arms crossed under her small chest. "How disappointing... I desire a good boy, and all I am left with is you..." She muttered to herself, frowning in contempt. "Just what am I going to do with you...?"
Shriveling in his chair, Issei realized where this was going. He'd seen one too many pornos before not to have the foreknowledge. He wasn't getting rewarded. He was getting-
"Punishment... if you can't fix your behavior, I will."
'I'm fucked!' Issei screeched internally.
Inching her right leg up, Issei's gaze was nailed between her legs hoping to catch another glimpse. It was only until toes clothed in silky white socks lifted up his chin did he realize that Sona had slipped her school shoe off. Her foot guided his eyes back up to meet her dangerous, predatory orbs as her wicked grin reappeared. His mind was torn in half yet again, unable to keep up with her capricious energy.
'Is she gonna fight me, or fuck me?!' He felt tongue-tied, nearly swallowing it as his mouth failed to reproduce enough saliva. 'Golly-gee, fuck me mean!'
His palpable desire leaked further, strengthening the girl's confidence. She had her fingers intertwined with his strings now, able to move him however she liked. Time for the kill shot.
Trailing her foot from Issei's chin downward over his blazer, she watched him twitch and groan as it slid across his chest and found its resting place - atop his hard on. The boy's brown eyes widened almost cartoonishly as he nearly fell out of his chair, and Sona couldn't help the mellifluous giggle escaping her.
"You look desperate... is there something you desire?" Sona purred, her tone strong as always, hinting an erotic allure underneath.
"Ur-gh-grh-guhh-" He slurred, fighting his knotted tongue in a battle of mental fortitude. Her toes shifted, squeezing him through his pants and his eyes crossed momentarily. She had tamed the beast all too quickly, and he became lost in his immense perverted lust without any chance to escape. "Y-y-yesss!"
Tilting her head, Sona gave him an almost pitiable look. "Tell me what it is... or perhaps... is it something painful?"
Flexing her toes again and pushing down, Issei writhed in growing pleasure. "Y-Yessssss!"
"And this pain... you wish for me to relieve it?"
"Yesssssssss!"
Her foot retracted, leaving the boy feeling so blue it hurt his abdomen. His eyes watered from the pangs of arousal, wincing as the sensations left behind leaving him needy for more. He couldn't muster a word as her clothed foot poked his nose, her leg stretched out commandingly.
"Bad boys deserve to feel pain. Unless... you're a good boy?" Sona's sharp gaze returned, as if she were speculating which of the two to denote him as.
Catching her meaning, Issei gripped the wooden armrests of the chair so hard they cracked as he viciously nodded compliantly. "I'm a good boy!"
"Are you now?" She raised a challenging eyebrow. "I recall hearing otherwise..."
"I'm good! I'll be good! I swear!"
"I don't know... The Issei Hyoudou I know is a very bad boy..."
"He's good! He's really good!"
"Good boy's listen..." Sona pulled her leg back, purposefully lifting it high up to flash him as she crossed it suggestively over the other. "Does that mean you'll listen?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" He furiously nodded again, rattling his chair.
The moment the agreement left his mouth, her hand reached out and snatched his collar, pulling him out of his chair and close enough to taste her breath. Their noses touched as her lilac orbs delved deep into his umber abyss. "What do you want?"
"Y-you!"
"Who's the boss?"
"Y-youuu!"
With his complete submission, Sona's pink lips claimed his in one quick push. It was as forceful as it was delicate. Gentle, yet rough. It was so soft and sweet that fell limp into her, pushing the student council president backwards against the desk.
"Mnn..." A moan escaped the girl as her lips moved against his, lightly sucking on his upper lip while her arms came up to embrace his shoulders.
Rebooting fast enough to catch himself and not fall completely on top of her, Issei couldn't help staring wide back at Sona. Her eyes were closed, immersed in the kiss they shared and he took in her beautiful face intimately pressed into his own. It would have been a silly sight to any onlookers; a girl absorbed in the moment while the boy appeared bug-eyed.
His brain finally picked up on it, and Issei's eyes snapped closed so that he wouldn't offend her. His arms were on either side of her, feeling the girl wrap her lithe arms around his neck and gently pull him in. His raging friend below was pressed firmly against her pelvis, poking into her skirt and rubbing dangerously close to her sex.
This was it. This was where he lost it. The time and place was far from the millions of scenarios he had cooked up for himself, and his partner was quite possibly the last person he ever could've thought possible, yet here it was.
It was time to be a man. This was his moment.
Chuu.
Chuu.
Chuu.
Their lips smacked together some more, slow and softly. Issei's right hand slid over Sona's waist and down to her hip, caressing her as she moaned from his touch. Feeling her devilish body up fervently, his hand trailed lower to grasp her butt, a throaty gasp leaving her as he cupped the tight flesh. His larger frame leaned over her, pushing her back entirely as h-
"Owww-!" Jumping away from the girl, Issei clutched the back of his left hand, falling to his knees from the searing pain.
"W-what? What's wrong?" Snapping out of her stupor, Sona pushed her torso back up from the desk, sending him a worried look.
Behind his hand, Issei barely caught the glimpse of a green light fading away. He didn't know what this was about, but he knew who did it. "I-I gotta go!"
Sprinting out of the student council room, Issei hardly registered her call out for him as his fingers somehow found the lock and threw the door open. Barreling out the door, he narrowly avoided knocking a black-haired girl down who gasped in surprise at his sudden appearance as he fled down the hallway.
He left.