The occult club room glowed with crimson light as Rias Gremory leaned against her desk, her crimson hair cascading like fire. Issei entered, heart racing, but she met him with a smirk. "Late again, pawn? Or were you fantasizing about your president?" she teased, her voice sharp and playful. "Careful, Rias," he shot back, "one day that devilish wit of yours will get you in trouble." She stepped closer, eyes gleaming. "Trouble? Darling, I'm the trouble you crave."
Tension crackled as she traced his chest, their banter turning heated. "You think you can handle a Gremory?" she purred. "I've seen your stares—hungry, horny." Issei grinned, "And I've seen how your ass sways when you want attention." Rias laughed, strong and unyielding, pushing him down. "Then prove it, or I'll make you beg."
Clothes fell away in a rush of sweat and panting breaths. Rias straddled him, her pussy already wet and dripping as she gripped his hard cock. "Mmm, so eager," she murmured, lowering for a teasing blowjob that left him groaning. "Witty with your mouth, but let's see your skills elsewhere." Issei thrust up, hands on her ass, their dialogue spiking: "Your turn to pant, president." She rode him fiercely, not submissive, dictating the pace.
The climax hit hard—Rias came first with a witty quip, "Don't cum yet, or I'll punish you next chapter," before he exploded inside her, cum mixing with her dripping heat. Sweating and satisfied, they collapsed in a tangle, her strength evident in every command.
Rias whispered against his ear, her fingers promising more devils to tame.
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