"You're lying! You're slandering the President!" Saji screamed.
Ethan lost his patience. A wave of divine pressure erupted from him. The surrounding students turned pale, their voices dying in their throats. Saji nearly fell over from the sheer weight of the aura.
Sona Sitri and Tsubaki Shinra arrived just as Issei Hyoudou reached the scene. Issei, trembling from his soul's instinctive fear of Ethan, tried to pull Saji away. "Saji, let's go! Come on!"
Ethan prepared to walk past them, but Saji snapped. "Don't you dare look down on me!"
He shook off Issei. "Issei, watch. I'm not who I used to be!"
A black-and-purple bracer, shaped like a dragon-serpent, manifested on Saji's left hand. He fired a beam of dark light directly at the back of Ethan's head.
"Watch out—!" Issei cried.
Ethan didn't even turn around. He reached back and caught the "lightning-fast" beam in his bare hand like it was a piece of rope. He turned around, pulling Saji off his feet.
"What was this Sacred Gear called again? Absorption Line? I wonder if the Dragon King inside is awake..." Ethan mused, playing with the glowing tether.
Saji sat on the ground, paralyzed with terror. He had tested his power; it was faster than a bullet and could pierce steel. Yet Ethan was holding it like a toy.
"Sacred Gear: Vritra's Promotion," Sona Sitri said, walking up beside Ethan. She pushed up her glasses. "I didn't think there was another high-level Gear holder in this school."
Sona looked at Ethan. "How do you want to handle this? Vritra, the Black Dragon King, is inside him. Memory erasure will be tricky."
"Can't just kill him," Ethan said. Saji looked like he was about to faint.
"Kill him? No. But I have a better punishment," Ethan smirked.
Ethan didn't need rituals anymore. He reached out and forcefully began to pull the Sacred Gear from Saji's soul. Saji screamed as the agonizing extraction began. Vritra, the Dragon King, tried to roar in defiance, but Ethan manifested the Boosted Gear and slapped the dark dragon back into silence with a single surge of power.
Within minutes, the Sacred Gear was gone. Sona used her magic to rewrite the memories of the crowd. To them, Saji had simply made a fool of himself and fled like a dog.
In the Student Council room, Saji lay unconscious. Ethan had Sona rewrite his memories to include vivid, "sweet" scenes of Sona and Ethan on dates, ensuring the kid would never dare approach her again.
Once Saji was dumped outside, Ethan pulled Sona into his arms.
"Don't... Tsubaki and the others will be here soon," she whispered, her face flushing.
"Let them come. They can join in," Ethan grinned, his hands wandering under her uniform skirt to squeeze her firm, elastic buttocks.
"No... not here... finish the work first... then we can go home... ahh..."
Ethan's hand slid up under her shirt, pushing her bra up to cup her soft, white breasts. "It's Friday, Sona. The work can wait."
He pushed her back onto the large office desk, scattering documents everywhere. Sona's uniform was disheveled, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her heaving chest. Ethan spread her long, shapely legs, flipping up her skirt to reveal her cotton panties, which were already soaked through.
He pulled the lace fabric aside, revealing her "Linear White Tiger" garden—pale, hairless, and dripping with nectar. Sona let out a needy moan as Ethan flicked her swollen pearl.
"Ethan... ah... I can't... I'm going to... right here...!" She arched her back, her juices spraying as she reached a frantic peak.
While she was still dazed from the orgasm, Ethan flipped her over, lifting her beautiful backside.
"Madam President, a woman has more than one garden to satisfy a man. We tried the others last time... but we haven't tried this 'pink daisy' yet."
Sona's eyes went wide with shyness, but she didn't pull away. The thought of her servants walking in and seeing her in such a shameful position only made her internal muscles tighten further.
Ethan didn't give her a chance to retreat. Using her own juices as lubricant, he aligned his thick rod with her puckered pink entrance and thrust.
"AHHH! It hurts! I'm going to die... Ethan... stop...!"
Her rear entrance was incredibly narrow and tight. Ethan gasped, "Sona... hold on... it'll feel better soon. You're so tight... it feels amazing... so tight!"
"Ethan... no... it hurts... it's going to tear... next time... please, next time...!" Sona begged, her voice a mix of pain and rising heat.
Ethan knew that like her first time, if he stopped now, the next attempt would be even harder. He could feel her body adapting, and despite her cries, her muscles were beginning to milk him with an agonizingly delicious grip.