"I'm very upset with you, Uzumaki-san," Naruto glanced to the side, not meeting Sona's eyes as she sat across the desk from him, "Not only did you fail to properly inspect the Occult Research Club... but now, you'll have to leave the Student Council to join it?"
They were both sitting in the Student Council room, as the usual blockade of Sona's desk was between them. In the middle of the desk, there was a single paper, which was the form Naruto filled out in order to leave the Student Council.
"Ah, sorry, Sitri-san," Naruto blushes slightly as he spoke, and feeling embarrassed as he did, "But, Rias-sam-, ah, Rias-Buchou was very persuasive."
"I'm well aware of how 'persuasive' she was with you," Sona replied dryly, "I'm just more surprised that she actually managed to turn you into a devil."
"E-Eh? You know about that?" Naruto blinked, looking at the woman in surprise.
"Of course. I'm one as well, after all," Sona's lips curved up slightly at Naruto's surprised look. "I had first dibs on you, but from how powerful I can sense you are, I didn't have the pieces to reincarnate you. I told Rias she could attempt to turn you only if you agreed willingly, and it seems you have. I just don't know how she had enough pieces to convert you..."
"She used a mutation piece thing," Naruto shrugged unhelpfully, as he didn't understand the process that Rias had used to turn him into a devil after their last meeting, and he only picked up a few phrases from her quick explanation.
"Ah, that would make sense, but I wasn't aware she had another piece after using one on Gasper," Sona mused, her gaze becoming a bit accusing, even as the look wasn't directed at Naruto, "Her brother must've helped her out again… Then, what piece are you?"
"A rook, I think," Naruto answered a bit uncertainly, "That's the one that makes your body stronger, right?"
After having the strange-looking Rook chess piece shoved into his chest, Naruto had certainly noticed a difference. His body was already extremely tough to begin with, and he could tank powerful punches pretty easily, but that had only increased after being turned into a devil.
I was a bit worried at first, but it's... kind of normal?
Naruto still felt normal, at least, but he just seemed to have a stronger body than before, and his Chakra reserves felt a bit expanded as well. Of course, the biggest change was that he was now surrounded by four beautiful, sexy, dominant women, who made it very clear what they wanted from him, and how to get it. He'd certainly been "persuaded" into joining, as he'd been pleasured into submission by all four women, and he'd been too turned on to say no to them as they broke him.
"A rook... I see," Sona nodded, then she glanced back at the paper on the desk between them, "Well, I have to accept the request to leave the council. However, as the Student Council President, I'll need to file the paperwork properly."
Sona picked up the paper as she stood up, her movements slow as she walked over to a large filing cabinet in the corner of the room. She reached inside and rustled around for a moment, then turned back to him, the paper now in a folder, which she placed back on the desk. She then leaned forward as she sat down again, her glasses catching the light from the window and hiding her eyes. But Naruto could see the curve of her lips, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"However," she said, her voice being firm and authoritative in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. "The administrative process... it takes a day or so to be fully processed. Until then, Naruto-kun..."
She let the name hang in the air for a moment, then continued.
"...you are still a member of the Kuoh Academy Student Council. And as such," she paused, pushing her glasses up her nose with a single, elegant finger. "You will obey me. You will obey me as your President."
I feel like I'm in trouble right now...
"Rias may have won you over, but that doesn't mean you're useless to me. While you're still a member of the Student Council, I'll properly punish you for failing to investigate the club so many times," Sona said as she stood up, her sizeable breasts bouncing as she stepped around the desk and approached Naruto's sitting form, "You can be Rias' servant, but I won't let you forget who found you first. Having a powerful ally is useful, even if you're not directly mine. I'll have to ensure you'll still be a good boy for me as well, and come crawling whenever I call for you."
Sona finished her words by reaching down, giving Naruto an evil smile as she grabbed his chin, and then pointed his face to look up at her. She forced his gaze into hers, her eyes being alight with a commanding energy. In response to her words, Naruto could only nod shakily, his crotch twitching at the sudden dominant demeanor Sona took on. He had seen this energy before, in Rias, Akeno, Asia, and Koneko, but the way Sona spoke was more professional, and it only made him more turned on.
"Get on your knees, Uzumaki-kun," she commanded.
Her tone was sharp, laced with an authority that Naruto didn't dare to question. He hesitated for a split second, his mind screaming at him to resist, to remember that he was a hero and a man who had faced down even a goddess. But his body betrayed him, with a familiar, aching heat spreading through his groin as he was surrounded by yet another beautiful, dominant woman.
He slid from the chair, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. He kept his head bowed, not daring to meet her gaze as he knelt before her, the posture of submission feeling both humiliating and strangely right. His cock was already straining against his pants, and Sona didn't miss that fact.
"Good," Sona said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. She turned away from him and walked over to her desk. She grabbed the chair behind the desk, sliding it over to give her more room, and then she turned around and sat down, leaning back in the chair as her legs were extended out towards Naruto. She gave him a pointed look.
"You'll be my footstool," she said, her words clipped and professional as if she was stating a fact, "For the rest of the day, that is your only function. Do you understand?"
Naruto's throat felt tight. He was Uzumaki Naruto, a hero. But the thought of being her footstool, of being used and degraded in such a mundane, yet dominant way, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him. He could only nod again, his gaze fixed on the floor.
"I asked you a question, Uzumaki-kun." Sona's voice was a whip crack. "Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, Sitri-san," he stammered, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate.
"Good boy," she praised, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "Now, take off my shoes."
Naruto's eyes went wide. He hadn't expected this. But he obeyed, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for the pristine, clean sneakers on her feet. They were simple, elegant, and immaculately clean, a stark contrast to the dirty sneaker he had licked for Koneko. He carefully untied the laces, his fingers fumbling with the delicate knots, then slid the shoe from her right foot, before slowly pulling off her sock as well. Her foot was small and delicate, with perfectly manicured toes, the skin a smooth, creamy white. He set the shoe and sock aside reverently, then repeated the process with her left foot.
Now, both of her bare feet were resting on the floor in front of him. They were beautiful, and he had the sudden, overwhelming urge to touch them, kiss them, and worship them. But he didn't move yet, as Sona wiggled her toes with a small movement that drew his attention.
"You're still staring," she noted, her tone dry. "I didn't give you permission to stare. I gave you an order. You are my footstool."
With that, she lifted her right foot and brought it down onto his shoulder. The pressure was light and almost non-existent, but it felt like a lead weight in this situation. Her other foot soon followed, resting on his other shoulder. He was now on all fours, her feet perched on his back like a conqueror standing on a fallen city. He could feel the smooth skin of her soles against his uniform, and it was humiliating,
"This is your purpose, Uzumaki-kun," she said, one of her feet moving to his head, and then pressing downwards to force his head lower as it pressed into the floor in a perfect bow, "To be useful. To serve. You failed in your duties to the council, so you will serve me in this way. You will be my furniture until your paperwork is processed. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, Sitri-san," he choked out, the words muffled by the floor.
She shifted her weight, her feet pressing down a little harder with a clear, unspoken command to stay put. He could feel the pressure in his shoulders, which was a dull ache that was a constant reminder of his submission. His cock was a throbbing, aching mess, straining against the fabric of his pants, but he knew he wouldn't get any relief yet.
"Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with a condescending tone, "Uzumaki Naruto, being reduced to being a footstool for a girl. I can sense how strong you are, and yet you're letting yourself be stepped on like this? You're pathetic."
She lifted one foot, then brought it down on the back of his head, pressing his face into the floor. The move was so sudden and dominant that it sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He groaned, the sound muffled by the floor, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Did I say you could move?" she asked, her foot grinding against his head. "Stay still."
He obeyed, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the cool floor against his cheek, the pressure of her foot on the back of his head, and the throbbing in his groin that was becoming almost unbearable. He was completely at her mercy, as he became a pathetic, whimpering mess, and he felt just as aroused as when he was with the Occult Research Club. His body had learned to accept this position, as being submissive to a dominant woman was second-nature now.
"You know," she said, her foot still pressing down on his head, "I am quite disappointed in you. I had such high hopes for you. I thought you would be a valuable asset to my peerage. But you chose Rias. I'll show you why you should've tried harder to resist them, Uzumaki-san."
She lifted her foot from his head, and Naruto felt a sudden sense of loss at the absence of her touch. He could hear the rustle of fabric as she stood up, and he risked a glance up. She was standing over him, her hands going to the hem of her shirt.
"Let's see if you made the right choice," she said, smirking down at him.
She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a plain, white bra that did little to hide the fact that she had a very impressive chest. They were large and full, straining against the fabric, and Naruto's eyes went wide. He had always seen Sona as the prim and proper student council president, but now, seeing her like this, he realized that she was just as much of a woman as Rias and Akeno. She didn't have the insanely sexy body that either of those two women did, but she had a different type of appeal.
She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her feet, and now she was standing in front of him in just her bra and a pair of simple, white panties. Her body was incredible, with a narrow waist, wide hips, and long, toned legs. She was every bit as sexy as the other women he had encountered, but in a more refined, elegant way.
She stepped forward, her bare foot coming to rest on his chest. She slowly dragged her boot up, then hooked her toes under his chin and forced his head up, her eyes boring into his.
"Look at me," she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. "Look at what you gave up."
His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her flawless skin. His cock throbbed, straining against the fabric of his pants, and a low groan escaped his lips.
"You chose them over me," she said, her foot pressing down a little harder. "You let them turn you into a devil. You let them use you, degrade you, and make you their pet. And for what? For a few moments of pleasure?"
She leaned down, her face inches from his. Her blue eyes were cold, but he could see a flicker of something else in their depths. Was it desire? Or was it just the thrill of control?
"You're weak, Naruto-kun," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You're a pathetic, horny dog, and you'll never be anything more."
The words were a slap in the face, but they also sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. He was a hero, a man who had faced down gods and monsters, but here he was, on his knees, being verbally abused by a beautiful, half-naked woman. And he was loving every second of it.
"You're still hard," she noted, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You really are a perv, aren't you? Get undressed. Now."
Naruto's hands flew to the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it over his head, revealing his lean, muscular chest. He fumbled with the button of his pants, his fingers shaking so badly that he could barely get it undone. The zipper followed, and he pushed his pants and boxers down in one go, his cock springing free, standing at attention, with a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He was now completely naked, kneeling before her, his body on full display.
Sona looked down at him, a predatory look in her eyes. She took a step back, her foot coming to rest on the very tip of his cock. The pressure was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make him gasp. His hips bucked involuntarily with a desperate, instinctual search for more.
"Stay still," she commanded, her foot pressing down a little harder. "I didn't say you could move."
He gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the cool, smooth skin of her sole against the sensitive head of his cock, but there was barely any pressure as Sona used a light touch that was driving him insane. He wanted to thrust, to fuck, to take control, but he couldn't. He was completely and utterly at her mercy.
"You're a disappointment, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice a cold, cutting whisper. "I had such high hopes for you. But you're just a horny, weak-willed dog, aren't you? A loser who will do anything a pretty girl tells him."
She lifted her foot, and for a split second, Naruto thought she was going to give him some relief. But then, she brought it down again, this time with a quick, sharp stomp. The impact wasn't enough to cause him any real pain, but it sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through him that made him cry out. His hips bucked wildly, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from begging for more.
"You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You like being treated like the pathetic worm you are. You like being stepped on, used, and degraded. Because that's all you're good for."
She stomped again, and again, and again. Each impact was a shot of pleasure that coursed through him. His mind went blank, and the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of her foot on his cock.
"Please," he choked out, the word tearing from his throat, "Please, Sitri-sama."
"Please, what?" she asked, her foot stilling. "You need to be more specific, Naruto-kun. What do you want?"
"Please... more," he begged, the words a strangled gasp.
"As you wish," she said with a shrug, her tone indifferent, as if she were merely granting a simple request. Then, she stomped him again, and again. She stomped him, over and over again, her small foot pressing down on the head of his cock, then the shaft, then the balls. The pleasure was blinding, a white-hot flash that consumed him from the inside out. He was a writhing, whimpering mess as he fell forward from the pain and pleasure. His arms wrapped around Sona's leg, following it as she raised it up, and then stomped on him again.
"I'm not done yet," she said as he wrapped around her leg like a pathetic animal. She didn't push him away, but simply stomped down again, and this time, the pleasure was too much. His body convulsed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. He came hard, spraying his seed all over her foot and the floor beneath him. His vision swam, and the world narrowed to the single, overwhelming sensation of release. He slumped against her leg, panting and spent, as his body was trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Sona looked down at him, her expression unreadable. She lifted her foot, examining the mess he had made on her pristine, pale skin. A look of disgust crossed her face.
"Disgusting," she muttered. "You've made a mess. Lick it up."
Naruto's eyes went wide. He had expected a lot of things, but not this. The thought of licking his own cum off her foot was humiliating, but the command also sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. He hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told him that he shouldn't. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at the sticky fluid on her foot. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but the act of submission was intoxicating.
"Good boy," Sona grinned at him approvingly, "Now, my other foot."
He obeyed, his tongue moving over her other foot, and he was ashamed as he cleaned it with a desperate, pathetic eagerness. He was completely and utterly at her mercy, being a pathetic, whimpering mess, but he felt amazing even as he was degraded. When he was done, she pulled her foot away.
"Get up," she commanded. "And bend over the desk."
He scrambled to obey, his body aching. He stumbled over to the desk, his hands bracing against the cool wood as he bent over, presenting his ass to her. He was completely vulnerable, completely exposed, and completely at her mercy.
She moved behind him, her movements slow and deliberate. He could hear the rustle of her clothing as she reached for something on her desk. He risked a glance back and saw her pick up the folder that she had put his resignation form in. His eyes went wide, but he didn't dare move.
"You've been a bad boy, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "You failed the council. You failed me. And for that, you need to be punished."
She lifted the folder, then brought it down hard on his ass. The impact was a sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the quiet room. Naruto grunted, his body tensing up at the sudden pain, but the humiliation only made him throb more.
SMACK!
Another slap came, this one on the other cheek. He flinched, a low groan escaping his lips as the burning sensation spread across his skin. He could feel the heat rising in his face, which was a mixture of pain and arousal.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Sona continued, slamming the surprisingly hard and sturdy folder into his rear over and over again. Each impact was a fresh wave of pain, as his ass was on fire. But despite the pain, his cock was still hard, a desperate, aching plea for more.
"Look at you," she taunted, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Bent over my desk, getting spanked like a naughty schoolboy. You're supposed to be some powerful man, but look at you now. You're nothing but a horny, weak-willed dog who can't even control his own cock."
Her words were a dagger to his pride, but they also sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. The folder paused, and for a moment, he thought she was done. But then, he felt a cool, light touch on the sensitive skin of his balls. She had slid the thin folder beneath him, and was now using the edge to tease him.
"Even your pathetic balls are getting off on this," she muttered, her tone dripping with condescension. She lifted the folder, then brought it down again, this time slapping him squarely on the testicles.
"GAH!"
The pain was sharp and blinding, a completely different sensation from the spanking he had been receiving. His knees buckled, and he almost collapsed, but he managed to hold himself up, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"I knew you'd like that," she purred, a triumphant look in her eyes. She did it again, and again. Each slap on his balls sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through him that made him cry out. His mind was a haze of pure sensation, and he could feel another orgasm building, a desperate, aching need for release.
"Please, Sitri-sama," he begged, the words a strangled gasp. "Please, let me cum."
"Again?" she asked, her tone laced with mock surprise. "You really are a pathetic perv, aren't you? You just came, and you're already begging for more? You're insatiable."
She stopped, pulling the folder away and leaving him trembling on the edge of release. He whimpered, a desperate, pathetic sound, but she ignored him. She walked around the desk, her movements slow and deliberate, and then sat down in her chair. She pointed to the floor in front of her.
"On your knees," she commanded. "And don't even think about touching yourself. I'm not done with you yet."
He stumbled backward, his legs weak and shaky. He sank to his knees in front of her, his cock still rock-hard and aching. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a desperate plea for release. She leaned back in her chair, a smug, triumphant look on her face.
"You really are a weak-willed dog, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You're nothing but a horny, pathetic mutt who can't control himself."
She lifted her foot, and for a moment, he thought she was going to stomp on him again. But instead, she brought it down gently on his shoulder.
"I'll be the one to decide when you get to cum," she said, her foot pressing down on his shoulder. "And right now, I don't think you've earned it. You failed in your duties, and you failed me. You're a disappointment, Naruto-kun."
She ground her heel into his shoulder, with a slow, deliberate movement that sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him. He could feel the pressure in his joint, which was a dull ache that was a constant reminder of his submission.
"But... I'll admit that I'm not as thick as Rias or Akeno," she said, a hint of something other than condescension in her tone. He looked up, surprised by her words, as she was actually admitting her own perceived shortcomings. "But I'm certainly more of a woman than that flat-chested Rook, or that new Bishop of hers. Don't you agree?"
Before he could answer, she stood up and turned around. She showcased her ass to him, revealing the simple, white panties that hugged her hips and the surprisingly full, shapely curve of her ass. It wasn't the massive, jiggling globe that Akeno possessed, nor the thick, bubbly rear of Koneko, but it was firm, perfectly shaped, and undeniably enticing. She slowly pulled down her panties and then stepped back so her ass was directly in Naruto's face.
"I said, don't you agree?" she repeated, her tone sharp. She backed up, pressing her ass against his face.
"Mphf!" he mumbled, the word lost in the soft flesh of her rear. He nodded frantically, his nose digging into the crevice of her ass, and he inhaled the clean, faintly sweet scent of her skin.
"Good boy," she praised, grinding her ass against his face in a slow, deliberate circle. He could feel the muscles in her cheeks clenching and relaxing, a rhythmic squeezing that made his head spin. His cock throbbed with a desperate, aching need, and he wanted desperately to touch it. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on her desk, which pushed her ass harder against his face. The pressure was incredible, a warm, fleshy prison that was both suffocating and strangely comforting. He was trapped, and he knew it.
"Rias and Akeno may have curves that make men lose their minds," Sona conceded, but her voice took on a smug tone, "But they're all about cheap thrills. They flaunt their bodies like whores, using their tits and asses to bend weak-willed men to their will. They go around flaunting their bodies because they don't have the brains to get what they want in any other way."
She shifted her weight, her right cheek pressing firmly against his nose. He could feel the smooth, firm skin and the tantalizing warmth of her body.
"But me," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, seductive hum. "I offer something more. I offer control. I offer purpose. I offer the chance to serve someone truly superior, someone who can appreciate your potential, even if you are a pathetic, horny dog."
She lifted her foot, bringing it down gently on the tip of his cock. The pressure was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make him gasp. His hips bucked involuntarily with a desperate need for more, and he frantically humped against her sole.
"While they might be able to abuse your body, I can abuse your mind," Sona smirked down at the man who was humping her foot desperately, "I want to hear you say it. First, tell me what you are. Tell me what kind of pathetic dog you are."
He hesitated for a moment, but her foot pressed down a little harder, a clear, unspoken command. The words came out in a choked, desperate rush.
"I'm... I'm a mutt, Sitri-sama," he stammered, the heat in his face burning with shame. "I'm a pathetic, horny mutt."
"Good boy," she praised, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. "Now, for your real punishment."
She slowly pulled her foot away from his throbbing cock, leaving it twitching in the cold air. The sudden absence of her touch was a form of torture in itself, a desperate, aching void that made him whimper. She lifted her other foot, her toes hovering just above the sensitive head, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, but she refused to let them make contact.
"You said it yourself, mutt," she purred, her ass still grinding against his face, "I'm not as... endowed as some of the others. But that doesn't mean I'm less of a woman. I want you to tell me who has a better ass. Me, or that big-titted little bimbo, Asia."
She wiggled her toes, a teasing, maddening dance that kept him on the very edge of sanity. He was trapped, smothered by the firm, warm flesh of her rear, and tormented by the promise of her foot. His mind was a haze of lust and humiliation, but he knew what he had to say.
"Y-You, Sitri-sama," he stammered, the words muffled by her ass. "Your ass is better than Asia's."
"Hmph. I'm not convinced," Sona said, her tone cold and dismissive. She brought her foot down, not stomping, but just barely brushing against the tip of his cock. The light, feathery contact was a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that made him buck his hips wildly, a desperate search for more. But she pulled away again, leaving him trembling and desperate. "Try again. Tell me why my ass is better. Tell me what a pathetic, small-rear whore she is compared to me."
The words were vile, a betrayal of the sweet, innocent girl who had manipulated him with her shy glances and tear-filled eyes. But the need for release was a primal, overwhelming force that drowned out everything else.
"Your... your ass is... It's perfect, Sitri-sama," he choked out, the words flowing out even as they felt wrong, "Asia's is... It's just... fat. It's... It's a cheap, bouncy blob. Your ass is... It's elegant. It's... It's a work of art. It's better. So much better."
A small, triumphant hum vibrated through her body, a clear sign of his success. She rewarded him, not with the firm pressure he craved, but with a slow, deliberate drag of her sole up the length of his shaft.
"Good mutt," she praised, her foot still tormenting him. "Now... tell me about that flat-chested little runt, Koneko."
Her toes wiggled again, a tantalizing dance millimeters from his desperate cock.
"Compare my ass to hers," she commanded, her voice a cold, sharp blade. "Tell me who is superior. Tell me why my ass is better than that stunted little girl's pathetic little bubble butt."
The image of Koneko flashed through his mind—the surprising thickness of her rear, the memory of it bouncing on his lap, of her standing on his face. The memory was potent, a hot, intense pleasure that warred with the immediate, overwhelming need to please Sona.
"Y-Your ass, Sitri-sama," he whimpered, the words tearing from his throat. "It's... It's better than hers. H-Her's is thick, but it's small, and muscular. It's like a boy's butt, and it's nothing compared to yours. Yours is feminine and perfect, Sitri-sama!"
"Hn. A boy's butt? That's a good way to describe that petite girl's body, right?" Sona mused, "A poor substitute for a real woman."
This time, her reward was a soft, gentle press of her sole against the head of his cock. The contact was brief, being just a fleeting touch of heaven that left him wanting more.
"Just two more," Sona continued, her ass grinding against his face in a slow, possessive circle. "Rias' peerage's Queen... that tall, busty bitch, Akeno. Tell me, mutt. Tell me who has the better ass."
Naruto groaned, as this was the ultimate test for him. Akeno. The memory of her massive, jiggling, dominant rear was seared into his mind. He could still feel the weight of it on his back, the way it had enveloped him in a prison of soft, heavy flesh. The betrayal felt monumental, like he was betraying a law of the world, but the desperate, aching throb of his cock was a louder, more demanding truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, the pressure of Sona's ass a smothering reality.
"Y-You, Sitri-sama," he choked out, the words tasting like ash in his mouth, "Yours is... better. Akeno's is huge, but it's... too big. I-It's obscene. It's like... like a pair of meat slabs. It's fat and bubbly, but it's too fat. It's ugly compared to yours, Sitri-sama! Yours is graceful and elegant!"
Sona let out a low, satisfied hum. Her response was a slow, deliberate squeeze of her toes around the very tip of his member, giving him a gentle, pulsating pressure that made his vision swim. The pleasure was overwhelming, and it felt even better as it was a reward for his disloyalty.
"And now, for the main event," Sona whispered, her voice dropping a bit as she glanced down at the man buried in her ass, "Your new master. The woman you chose over me, and the woman you couldn't resist. Rias Gremory. Tell me, my pathetic little mutt. Tell me how my perfect, elegant ass is superior to that red-headed whore's."
The words caught in his throat. Rias. The woman who had started it all, whose perfect, proportionate body was the very ideal of feminine beauty. To degrade her, to call her inferior, felt like the deepest, most unforgivable sin. But he was past the point of no return. He was a mutt, a creature of base desire, and he was begging for a treat from the hand that beat him.
"Rias... Rias-sama's... her ass... it's nothing," Naruto finally gritted out, "It's... it's big and round, but it's common. L-Like a whore who couldn't stop getting plastic surgery... while yours, Sitri-sama... yours is divine. It's what a real woman's ass should be. It's the perfect combination of size and shape. Her's is unsightly, and only fit for a whore!"
Silence followed. The world stood still, as the only sounds were his own ragged breaths and the frantic pounding of his own heart. He had done it. He had betrayed them all. He had thrown them all under the bus for the promise of release.
And then, she rewarded him.
Her foot didn't tease this time. It descended upon his cock with a firm, possessive pressure. Her sole flattened against the sensitive head, her heel grinding into the base. It wasn't a stomp, but a claim. A declaration of ownership. She began to rub her foot, moving up and down his length with a slow rhythm.
"Good boy," she praised, and Naruto preened under her words, "You see? All you needed was a firm hand. A real master."
Her ass clenched around his face, giving a final, possessive squeeze. The dual assault was too much. The pleasure from her foot, the humiliation of her words, the memory of his betrayals, and the suffocating warmth of her rear were all too much. It all coalesced into a mind-breaking orgasm.
He came with a strangled scream, the sound muffled by her fat rear around his face. His hips bucked wildly, his cock spurting jet after jet of hot, sticky cum all over her foot, her leg, and the floor beneath him. It was a mind-shattering orgasm, a release so intense it felt like it was tearing him apart. His body convulsed, his mind went blank, and he slumped forward, completely and utterly spent as it drained out of him.
Sona held him there for a long moment, her foot still resting on his now-limp cock, her ass still pressing against his face. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she pulled away. She stepped back, looking down at the mess he had made, and a look of disgust crossed her face. She grabbed a handful of tissues from her desk and wiped the cum from her foot and leg casually.
"Disgusting," she muttered, her voice cold and devoid of any of the earlier warmth. "You're even more pathetic than I thought."
She tossed the soiled tissues onto the floor next to him, then wrinkled her nose at him.
"Clean that up, and then you can leave. My job here is done. I'll file the paperwork tomorrow, and you'll no longer be a Student Council member."
She turned her back on him, walking over to her discarded clothes. As she started to pull them back on, she glanced over at Naruto, giving him a final smug grin.
"Even if my body can't compare to theirs, I know what makes a man tick, Uzumaki-san," She said, her tone reverting back to professional, "Whether you like it or not, and whether you truly believe it, you've put me over them in your mind. Now, when I call for you, you'll come running like a mutt, regardless of what Rias or any of them say."
Sona pulled up her panties and skirt, smirking as she walked past the still kneeling and spent Naruto, "You can be Rias' servant, but deep down, you'll always be mine, Uzumaki-san. Have a nice day."
As Sona left, Naruto kneeled there, panting as his mind reeled.
Damn... she's really scary, huh?
Despite not having the curves or sexual appeal that Rias, Akeno, Asia, or even Koneko had, Sona had something more. She had the intelligence to abuse Naruto as she saw fit and to have him exactly where she wanted him.
I'm extra glad I'm leaving now!
But, even as Naruto was free from the Student Council, Sona's shadow would continue to loom over him. He didn't know at that moment that he'd only get a short reprieve and would be meeting Sona and the rest of the Student Council sooner than he would've liked.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. I will be posting chapters every other day from now on.
I also posted 5 more chapters already on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar if anyone is interested.