Bargaining

Rias’ heart hammered, a wild beat rattling her chest. Her skin prickled where Issei’s lips had roamed, her breasts slick and sore from his relentless sucking. Each breath stuttered out, heavy and uneven, the air clogging her throat. Desperation surged, and she **** the words past her lips, their bitterness sharp on her tongue.

“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice quaking with raw need.

Issei paused, his mouth lifting from her skin with a wet smack. Confusion flickered across his face, muddying the lust in his glassy eyes. He blinked, thrown off, as if her sudden offer had jolted him out of his haze. Rias’ gut twisted. Had he forgotten the deal he’d **** on her? The realization chilled her—if he couldn’t keep track of his own cruel game, her escape might be a mirage.

Clinging to that faint hope it wasn't, she pressed on. “I’ll find girls for your harem,” she said, steadying her trembling voice. “Then you’ll let me go, right?” The question hung fragile between them, and she hated how small it made her feel.

Below, Sona choked out a rough, guttural sound. Rias’ eyes darted down. Her friend’s face was flushed, lips stretched taut around Issei’s thick cock, cheeks hollowing as she struggled. Was it shock at Rias’ words or just the strain? The ambiguity gnawed at her, a fresh wound.

Issei’s expression hardened, annoyance creasing his brow. Her **** bid—offering up her world—seemed to grate on him, a pesky distraction from his pleasure. “Next time,” he sneered, voice dripping with arrogance, “don’t interrupt me over something so trivial.” Before she could snap back, he surged forward, his lips crashing into hers. The kiss was bruising, possessive, his tongue forcing its way in—hot, slick, suffocating. It left her dizzy, gasping.

He pulled back, her lips throbbing in his wake. “You’re lucky you’re hot,” he said, his gaze crawling over her, thick with want. “Or I’d punish you.” The kiss already felt like a penalty, but his hands returned to her breasts, kneading her tender flesh, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened, sharp and sensitive. She swallowed a gasp, defiance flaring.

Freedom dangled just out of reach—she couldn’t let it slip. “How can I find girls if you won’t let me go?” she demanded, urgency sharpening her tone. “I know stunning ones, Issei. Gorgeous. Give me time—I’ll bring you better than me.” She threw his own words back, hoping to snag his ego.

His eyes narrowed, irritation sparking. He pressed a finger to her lips—firm, silencing. Shush. It crushed her protest. She stared, breathless.

“That’s your side gig,” he said, a cruel glint in his eyes. “I won’t fuck you every minute—I’ve got to sleep sometime.” His chuckle was cold, raising goosebumps on her arms.

“Besides,” he added, venom lacing his voice, “new toys are coming. Akeno, Koneko, Murayama, Katase—all mine. You might get a break while I break them.” Each name stabbed her—friends, innocents—twisting guilt and fear into a tight knot. “Figure it out if you want,” he shrugged. “But now—”

He ripped his cock from Sona’s mouth with a harsh tug. She yelped, a wet, startled cry, eyes wide. Issei didn’t flinch. Staring Rias down, he swung his glistening shaft, smacking Sona’s face—once, twice, three times. Thick cum erupted with each strike, painting Sona’s cheeks in sticky streaks, the excess splattering the tiles.

“—you’re my prize,” he growled, ownership thick in his tone, “and I’ve got plans. Clean her up.”

Rias’ mind stumbled over the order. “How?” she whispered, voice faltering.

“With your tongue,” he said. “Lick it off. Kiss her—share it.”

Rias glanced at Sona—her friend’s face shone with cum and shame, eyes dim. Swallowing hard, Rias stood, a flicker of relief at leaving Issei’s grasp. She turned back, catching the red blink of his phone camera. He was filming. Her stomach clenched.

She leaned in, Sona’s warmth radiating, the musky scent of Issei’s cum hitting her. Her tongue flicked out, tentative, brushing Sona’s cheek. It was salty, bitter, clinging to her lips. She licked until Sona’s skin gleamed faintly clean, then hesitated. Her lips met Sona’s in a shaky kiss, tongues touching, the taste sliding between them—sharp, slick. Rias recoiled, heat flooding her face.

Issei’s smirk was pure malice. “Good,” he purred, mocking. “Next game: compete. Lick my cum off the floor. Loser gives me their virginity.”

Rias’ stomach dropped. The tiles gleamed with wet puddles, cold and degrading. Licking them was vile, but losing—surrendering her body—was worse. She glanced up at Issei, his eagerness palpable. Fear sank in, heavy and frigid.

She looked again. Most puddles were gone. Sona was already down, face to the floor, ass up, skirt flipped to reveal her panties, licking frantically. Rias recalled her earlier relief—it was Sona who’d suffered Issei’s cock, not her. And hadn’t she just promised to sacrifice others, right in Sona’s hearing? Sona’s choice mirrored her own: better you than me.

Rias dove for the floor, clawing for a remaining puddle. But she knew—too late. Far too late.

Thirty seconds later, she mirrored Sona’s pose: hands and knees, face low, skirt hiked to show her black lace panties. The tile’s chill bit into her skin, mocking the fire in her cheeks. The air teased her bare thighs, amplifying her exposure.

Defeat crushed her, thick and ****. She’d been a fool to try. Her loss was clear from the start—she should’ve stood tall, held some shred of pride. Now, she was just a humbled slut.

“Pity,” Issei purred, his voice smooth and taunting. “If you’d tried harder—and actually meant what you said about those girls—you might’ve dodged this. I might never have taken your virginity.” Each word dripped with fake sorrow, twisting the shame tighter in her gut.

Rias shifted to rise, but Issei’s hand cut through the air. “Stay,” he ordered, sharp and final. He dropped to his knees behind her, his palm sliding over the lace of her panties, tracing the swell of her ass with a slow, possessive touch. His fingers were warm, firm, and the contact sent a shiver racing up her spine.

“Hold this,” he tossed the phone to Sona. “Good footage, and you’ll get the rest of today off. Decided on my offer? Freedom’s up for grabs.”

Sona’s voice wavered. “I… haven’t.”

“Think now. Take it, and you’re ahead. Your bar’s lower than hers.” He patted Rias’ ass, a casual smack that made her skin sting and her pride wither.

While they talked, Rias stayed frozen, face mashed against the tile. Her breath fogged the smooth surface, clouding her view with each shallow exhale. Dread twisted in her belly, tight and cold, laced with a sick anticipation she couldn’t shake. She knew what came next. The wait was agony, but it didn’t last—whether that was a blessing or a curse, she couldn’t tell.

Rias felt the slow tug of her panties as Issei pulled them down, the black lace snagging on her thighs for a fleeting second before crumpling at her knees. Cool air kissed her bare skin, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from her lungs in a quick, jagged hitch. Her pulse thrummed hard, heat flushing her cheeks as vulnerability sank in. Then came the blunt, searing press of him—thick, heavy, unyielding—nudging against her entrance, a promise of what was to come.

“Next time, don’t hesitate,” Issei rasped, blaming her. “Move fast when I order. You’d have avoided this. Your fault.”

The words stung, igniting a fire in her chest. Rias wanted to snap back, to scream that he was wrong—that he was the one forcing this, **** her, stripping her bare in every way. But before the words could claw their way out, he pushed into her, slow and merciless. The air shoved out of her in a rush, replaced by a gasp she couldn’t stifle. His cock stretched her, burned her, a sharp, relentless intrusion that split her open. Her body gave way, soft and unwilling, while her mind howled in protest, trapped and unheard.

The sensation consumed her—hot, jagged, overwhelming. Each inch of him sawed deeper, the friction a blazing ache that pulsed through her core. Her walls clenched around him, involuntary and tight, as if trying to push him out even as he sank further in. Her thighs trembled, the cool tile biting into her knees, a cruel contrast to the heat building inside her. She could feel every ridge, every throb of him, claiming her with slow, deliberate thrusts.

**** to escape the flood of sensation, Rias turned her head, eyes darting to Sona. She searched her friend’s face for something—sympathy, a flicker of shared pain—anything to anchor her. But Sona’s gaze was a void, cold and empty, her hands steady as she held the phone, filming every second of Rias’ shame. The red blink of the camera stabbed at her, immortalizing her ruin. A spark of resentment flared in Rias’ chest, sharp and bitter. If their roles were reversed, Rias wouldn’t look so dead inside. Issei hadn’t ordered them to be heartless—nothing stopped Sona from offering a kind glance, a silent thread of comfort. Rias knew she’d have tried, if it were Sona losing her virginity to this beast.

Her mind churned, dark and reckless. What if it were Sona’s sister, Serafall, sprawled here instead? Serafall—exotic, stunning, powerful—was exactly the kind of prize Issei would snatch up without a second thought, trading Rias in an instant. The idea slithered through her, tempting her to bargain, to throw Serafall to him like meat to a wolf. But she crushed it fast, the thought dissolving under the weight of her pride. She was ****, yes, but not that far gone. Not yet.

Issei’s hands found her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her back to meet him. The rhythm quickened, each thrust harder, deeper, the slap of skin on skin ringing in her ears. Her breasts swayed beneath her, heavy and tender from his earlier groping, nipples grazing the cold floor with every jolt. The burn inside her shifted, twisting into something thicker, a pulsing ache she couldn’t name and didn’t want to. Her body betrayed her, growing slick, easing his way as he drove into her again and again.

A sound slipped out—a soft, broken moan—and Rias bit her lip hard, tasting copper as she fought to silence herself. But it was no use. Her breath came in short, ragged pants, matching the wet, rhythmic slide of him inside her. His grip tightened, bruising her hips, and she felt him swell, the pressure building as his pace turned frantic. Her fingers scrabbled at the tiles, nails scraping uselessly, searching for something to hold onto.

With a low, guttural groan, Issei buried himself deep, his release crashing into her. Warmth flooded her, thick and invasive, spilling through her core. She shuddered, revulsion tangling with a shiver she couldn’t suppress. He lingered there, heavy and still, his breaths hot against her back, before finally pulling out. The emptiness left her raw, a trickle of him sliding down her thigh, sticky and warm against her skin.

Rias slumped forward, her body quaking, the cold floor pressing into her cheek. She wanted to curl up, to vanish, but she knew he wouldn’t let her. The weight of his gaze pinned her there, exposed and broken, as the reality of her defeat sank deeper into her bones.