"My dear President, because of you, I had someone looking for trouble with me today~"
"Nnh... wasn't that... already, already settled..." Sona Sitri whimpered. "I did... exactly what you told... told me to do..."
"But I don't think it's enough." Ethan leaned down and whispered in her ear, "To compensate me, Madam President, you'll just have to work a little harder for a while..."
"That was a host for one of the Five Great Dragon Kings. If I weren't strong enough, things would have been quite troublesome."
"Your charm is truly something else, Sona. Even the one chosen by the Black Evil Dragon King, Vritra, was enchanted by you. Not to mention, that Saji kid seems fairly well-known; even I hear news about him occasionally."
Ethan was talking pure nonsense. If Saji hadn't confronted him, he wouldn't have remembered the kid at all. While distracting her with his words, Ethan steadily pushed his way further inside.
Sona knew Ethan was gaslighting her, using "victim-blaming" tactics, but she was powerless to argue. Though Saji wasn't dead, his punishment was arguably more painful than death. Thus, Ethan's remaining "dissatisfaction" had to be borne by her.
The thick, hot rod firmly parted the tight, scorching flesh, exploring deeper inch by inch. Sona was limp, entirely at Ethan's mercy. As he colonized her pink daisy, Ethan didn't forget to tease her front garden with his fingers, smearing the nectar from her pussy onto her puckered rear.
This added lubrication and used the pleasure from her "main garden" to dull the pain in the rear. Gradually, Ethan buried his entire length deep into Sona's backside.
As he worked her over, the pain in her rear faded, replaced by an indescribable sensation. It was a strange, heavy pressure that felt entirely different from vaginal sex, forcing Sona to moan uncontrollably.
"Nnh... ah... mmm..."
She even began to instinctively arch her backside to meet his thrusts. Seeing she was finally enjoying it, Ethan gripped her slim waist and accelerated. The pressure and the numbing pleasure traveled from his tip straight through his whole body. He thrust with singular focus, wanting to hit her deepest depths.
Driven by the rhythm, Sona felt the urge to climax again. She instinctively reached down, sliding a finger into her own front passage, gasping, "Mmm... I'm coming... I'm coming again... it feels too good... faster...!"
After Sona's second peak, Ethan didn't prolong the torture. Though the rear was incredibly tight and offered a unique sensation, the time and place weren't right for a marathon. After injecting a scorching burst of life essence into the hot tunnel, Ethan held the disheveled Sona for a moment before cleaning up the "battlefield."
They moved fast, but given Ethan's stamina, a fair amount of time had passed. Surprisingly, no one had interrupted. Despite Sona's glares, Ethan tidied the scattered documents and opened the window to let in fresh air.
Using the "backdoor" for the first time left Sona's rear feeling fiery. She tried her best to clench, but she felt as though the slick life essence inside her would leak at any moment. The usually calm President was too embarrassed to make any sudden movements.
Just as they finished tidying up, a knock sounded.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Tsubasa Yura and Meguri Tomoe walked in. Their faces were flushed, and their eyes darted suspiciously between Ethan and Sona. Ethan guessed they had heard something; Sona, with her lingering blush, knew it for a fact.
Glaring at Ethan, Sona broke the awkward silence. "Where are the others? Modifying a few human memories shouldn't have taken this long."
Tsubasa, trying not to stare at the flushed marks on her President's face, replied, "Two second-year boys were on the roof with binoculars... it took some time to track them down."
"We almost missed them," Meguri added.
"I see. Good work," Sona said, forcing herself not to look at the desk where she had just been displayed in such a wanton state.
"Don't worry about the Sacred Gear host. Ethan and I settled it. The Gear has been extracted; he's just a normal human now." Sona stood up, clenching her buttocks tightly. Despite her panties and skirt, she felt a thick, warm fluid beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. Ethan's "output" was massive, and the rear couldn't absorb it like the womb.
Panic-stricken, Sona just wanted to get home and "clean up."
After Sona left, an eerie silence fell between Ethan, Tsubasa, and Meguri. The two girls, recalling the sounds they'd overheard, felt a wave of heat. They looked at Ethan's crotch. The President actually made those sounds... is it really that good?
Ethan, sensing their gaze, decided to strike while the iron was hot. "Tsubasa, Meguri... have you thought about what we discussed?"
He buttoned his shirt. "Tomorrow is a holiday. How about we go on a date?"
This time, the two girls didn't refuse. "Saturday with me..." Tsubasa said. "And Sunday with me," Meguri followed.
"Deal," Ethan smiled.
"But first," Meguri said, her face red but her voice firm, "you have to follow our requirements. Tsubasa likes it 'wild,' so just let your instincts loose. As for me... I like the 'cute and obedient' type..."
Tsubasa rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Ethan was naturally dominant, which suited her "wild" preference perfectly. Meguri's request was harder, but Ethan wasn't worried. With his soul strength and shapeshifting abilities, he could play the "obedient shota" easily.
That evening, Ethan didn't go home. He followed Tsubasa and Meguri back to their apartment. After dinner and a bath, the atmosphere turned intimate as night fell.
"So, where am I sleeping tonight?" Ethan asked, wearing only his boxers.
The girls, in thin nightgowns, were mesmerized by his physique. "I'll... I'll get a blanket," Tsubasa whispered. "You can have the sofa."
Ethan checked the clock. It was 10:00 PM. "Forget the blanket. It's Saturday in two hours." He winked at Tsubasa.
Meguri caught on instantly. "Right! It's almost Saturday. I'll go to sleep so I don't disturb you two." She scurried into her room and shut the door.
Tsubasa stood frozen, holding a cushion in front of her. "Then... wait two hours... I'm going to my room..."
She tried to flee, but Ethan caught her hand. Tsubasa, the tall gymnastics star and a "Rook" piece, was surprisingly delicate in private.
"I'll let go, but you have to stay and keep me company," Ethan said dominantly. "I'm not watching TV alone for two hours."
Tsubasa's heart throbbed. She didn't feel angry; she felt aroused.
"We can go to the room, but I'm coming too. I need to get familiar with the 'venue'."
"Okay..." she whispered.
Ethan led her into the bedroom. Though it wasn't midnight yet, he wasn't waiting. "Tsubasa, change into something sexier. And put on the stockings."
"But... it's not time yet..."
"Do it."
"Yes... Master." Tsubasa's voice trembled with excitement. She stripped and changed in front of him. She liked the "wild" style, which to her meant being dominated by a powerful "Master."
Soon, she was wearing only white stockings and high heels. She knelt on the floor, leaning her upper body onto the bed as instructed. Her firm, athletic buttocks were completely exposed to Ethan. Her "garden" was smooth, hairless, and already weeping a clear fluid.
Ethan stood behind her, his rod already fully erect.
"Master? ...Master?" Tsubasa whispered, her voice full of genuine submissiveness.
Ethan didn't enter her yet. He wanted to play with this "Gymnastics JK" first. A naked, stockinged, submissive virgin was too precious to rush.
He moved behind her and gripped her perfectly shaped, elastic butt cheeks.
"Ah! Master, that's..."
"You can moan, but don't you dare move," Ethan commanded.