Sona Takes The D, As In Pee Pee. Or Pé Pé For All You Intellectuals Out There. But It's Actually Not All Of Those At All. I Tricked You. Sona Doesn't Get The D, She Gets The Pen. The Marker Pen To Be Exact

"Why would I?" Sona asked, frowning slightly. "What would you do to it?"

That was a surprise. Well, he didn't plan this out. Like all the other threads, Issei just thought that people would just give out their arms for him to write his name on.

This was going to be hard, but he appreciated the challenge.

"Well, just so you know, I'm actually a certified doctor," Issei said, trying to bullshit her. "I need to run a blood transfer so if you would extend out your arm for me, that'd be great."

It didn't work, obviously. But it was a commendable effort on his part.

Sona raised an eyebrow at that. "Really? Where's your certification?" She asked sternly, or at least it would've felt stern if not for the fact that she and Rias were still topless and only in their underwear.

"Obviously at home," Issei said. "No doctor would just bring their certifications to school."

"He makes a good point," Rias said, agreeing with his sound logic. "You should give him your arm."

It appeared as if Rias was still under the effects of earlier. Since it was his room, all of his words should in theory be the truth and be followed.

But seeing as Sona was defying the effects of his power, it appeared as if there was some external factor to it.

Perhaps intelligence? That would explain Rias's more gung-ho attitude towards all this, but it was just a theory.

A CHYOA theory.

"Fine," Sona grumbled out. "Do not do anything weird with it."

She extended out her pale arm towards him, too embarrassed to look at him.

Grabbing his marker out of his pocket, Issei carefully wrote his name out on Sona's forearm, making sure that he spelled it correctly.

It would've been an absolute travesty if he spelled it wrong. For example, some poor schmuck named Issei Hyodou would've been very lucky indeed.

Anyways, Issei carefully wrote his name on the Student Council President's arm, watching with pleasure as Sona squirmed from the cold marker tip.

"All done," he said, revealing the finished product.

'兵藤 一誠' his name, written beautifully on her arm.

Sona Shitori, the Student Council President of Kuoh Academy, was his.

"You're mine, correct?" Issei asked, getting giddy over the thought of it.

She looked at the kanji on her arm, sighing slightly. "I guess."

"Now, I hope you're ready for what's coming, because I can't wait."

"Yay," Sona said, obviously not pleased with her current arrangement.

"Since I now own you, that means anything you do, you have to ask me for permission, correct?"

"Yes," Sona said.

"Cool cool." Issei laughed in his mind, a cool one, like the ones that supervillains did when they were planning something evil. In his case he was planning something that would ultimately enhance his first year at the school.

"Now, if you would unzip my pants that would be great," Issei ordered, getting very excited at the prospect of his virginity being taken. It was either her or Rias, and while Issei couldn't resist the redhead, Rias would be like the cherry on top of his sex-filled cake. "And before that, finish taking off your clothes."

Sona reluctantly sighed, following what he said.

His grin widened as Issei laid back in the president's chair. Perhaps life was becoming too easy for him.

It would be fun if something came to challenge him.