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"What are you waiting for? I don't have all the time in the world." That was a lie, he had all the time in the world since this was an erotica and thus the rules of time and space work differently.

And also, could he possibly own time if he wrote his name on a clock?

Maybe, but that was a concern for another time.

Now, he would enjoy this.

Sona was in the process of stripping completely, and she did that with speed and efficiency. He should have specified earlier to do it with a hint of 'sexiness', but one cannot look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Are you satisfied?" Sona said, covering her budding breasts with her right arm. She had taken off her skirt also, revealing to the world her virgin pussy, also hidden by her other hand.

She squirmed under his perverted gaze, her blush reddening the longer he stared at her. Issei practically ogled her entire body, as she tried to hide her body from his eyes.

"I'm satisfied all right, but I think you forgot the second thing I ordered you to do." Issei pointed to his hardening boner.

Sona sighed. "Do I have to?"

"I own you, correct?" he said. "And therefore you have to follow my every command."

"That is correct," Rias said from across the room, still in her underwear. "You have to follow him, Sona."

"Fine," she grumbled out. "When I get out of this." Sona shot him a glare that was full of malice and as icy as it was threatening to his entire being. "I will kill you for what you're making me do."

While that threat did lower his boner a bit, a quick glance at her nude form replenished it tenfold.

"Don't worry, Sona. You're never going to," Issei said. "Now, come and deal with my boner, over here."

With ****, Sona slowly walked over to the table just moments prior, was hers. But now it was his, and only his.

She got on her knees, right in front of his growing boner. Tentatively, Sona unzipped the zipper on his pants and was not ready for his hard dick to slap her face.

"Oww!" He yelled out as Sona grabbed his dick with a strength he didn't expect of her. "Sorry sorry. Please let go off my dick, I need it."

"Fine," Sona said, letting go of his dick. There were slight red marks on the base of his dick, but they were gone after a few seconds.

"Now, I want you to give me a handjob," Issei ordered the Student Council President. "Do you know what a handjob is?"

"I have confiscated several pornographic magazines," Sona said, grabbing his dick lightly this time. "I know what a handjob is."

"Good," Issei said, leaning back in the reclining chair as he enjoyed the slow handjob. Sona's hand was meticulous as she hovered it up and down, paying great attention to the veins along his shaft.

It was as if she'd done this before, but knowing Sona, it was probably her own intuition. Like a master, Sona jerked off his penis like no one ever has, since, you know, it was his first time.

"I didn't know you were so good at this," Issei said, enjoying the feeling of a warm hand stroking his very hard dick. It went up and down at a steady rhythm, and every few minutes Sona would place a tiny kiss on his glands.

"Why? Is it so hard?" Sona asked, kissing the tip of his penis with her lips. "Even babies can do something as easy as this."

"First off, this site does not tolerate underage sex. And secondly, you're amazing," Issei said to which she blushed.

Sona stayed silent, looking off somewhere else. Her right hand was still right at work with giving him the best handjob he'd had in his life, but Issei could feel a slight pressure deep inside his balls.

Which meant one thing.

One thing only.

The one thing all males try to stall for the longest time during sex.

Ejaculation.

"Stop, Shitori," Issei ordered, trying to not cum from her ministrations. "I don't want to cum yet."

"I don't understand males," Sona grumbled out, hand off of his cock. She stood up, staring at him with her violet bespectacled eyes. "What now?"

"Maybe bend over the table," Issei offered, wanting to see her plump ass.

Sona sighed, fixing the glasses on the bridge of her nose. With ****, Sona bent over the table she once owned and looked at him over her shoudler.

Her ass was right in front of his face, in all of it's glory.

"This is getting good," Issei said.