Chapter 476: Stubbornness
After confirming that Koneko had become Haruto's cat, her strength had advanced rapidly, her bloodline had smoothly awakened and was under control without any loss of control, Kuroka felt extremely conflicted and never again brought up taking Koneko away.
Although she gave up on taking her little sister away, Kuroka didn't agree to Koneko's request to stay either.
She believed that the blood flowing through their veins was meant for battle, and joining an organization like the Khaos Brigade was their true destiny.
If they became too attached to the current peace, when their power ran out of control and they ended up killing their friends and family, it would be too late for regrets.
But Koneko truly hadn't lost control and had even mastered a bloodline power stronger than her own.
Torn inside, Kuroka returned to the Khaos Brigade with a mind full of thoughts and continued with the plan to capture Fenrir.
Of course, her smooth departure was also related to the cat-eared loli not stopping her.
No matter how Kuroka's mindset changed, after this meeting, Koneko had completely let go.
If Kuroka stayed, they would still have to find a way to clarify the incident from back then, which would be a bit of a hassle. Since she wanted to remain with Vali, let her be.
Thinking this, Haruto didn't pay further attention to the matter.
Three days later, while acting as a mascot in the student council room, Tsubaki found him.
"Haruto, the president asked me to find you."
The news of Sona's injury hadn't spread. Aside from those present that day, even Reya and the other Familiars didn't know.
When Tsubaki appeared, they asked curiously, "Vice President, where's the president? Why hasn't she come to class for several days?"
"Well, the president is still handling family matters. She's been quite busy these past few days."
After leaving the sight of the student council members, Haruto asked, "Why did you suddenly look for me? Has the president's condition worsened?"
"No, the president has fully recovered."
Tsubaki shook her head. "Healing magic, combined with the Phoenix Tears we collected later, completely restored her yesterday."
Haruto was somewhat puzzled. "Then..."
Tsubaki sighed. "You'll understand once you see the president."
The two used teleportation magic to arrive at the Sitri family's estate in the Underworld.
The buildings before them were no less impressive than those of the Gremory family. Entering the main villa at the center, the interior decoration, in terms of both luxury and the number and quality of servants, was of the highest standard.
Accompanied by Tsubaki, Haruto arrived at Sona's door.
Knock knock.
Tapping on the door, Tsubaki said respectfully, "President, Lady Serafall, I've brought him."
After receiving a response from inside, she bowed slightly and then withdrew.
Before leaving, she gave Haruto a meaningful look.
Haruto saw it but didn't understand.
By the way, isn't there the Soul Network? Couldn't they just private message him directly?
Before Haruto could dwell on his frustration for too long, just as Tsubaki left, the door opened.
Serafall, with her twin tails and a cute outfit that contrasted with her curvaceous figure, pulled him inside.
"Haruto-chan, you're finally here."
Serafall blinked her large eyes, speaking pitifully: "Can you help me persuade little Sona? She's been working so hard, hasn't she? The enemy was just too strong, how can we blame her?"
"Ah?"
Haruto was momentarily stunned, and only after careful inquiry did he understand the situation.
Simply put, Sona's mentality had deteriorated after the battle against Loki.
Among the seven girls, she was the weakest and had held everyone back, eventually becoming the breakthrough point that forced Haruto to forcibly intervene, nearly triggering Ragnarok.
Even if Haruto hadn't intervened, Serafall would have fought fiercely with Loki, resulting in the same outcome.
Haruto was confident he could defeat Loki in one strike, but neither Sona nor anyone else believed so.
Had that strike missed, the Three Realms would likely be in chaos by now.
Thus, despite Haruto's attempts to comfort her, Sona remained curled up on the bedside, hugging her knees with her face buried deeply, showing no reaction.
Before Haruto arrived, Serafall had already spent a long time comforting her. Sona understood all the reasoning, but she was stuck in her own thoughts.
Haruto tried to persuade her a few times but quickly gave up.
It's not worrying when someone can't see reason—it's worse when they know everything but still fixate on their worries.
When this happens to someone as rational and calm as Sona, it becomes almost unsolvable.
"Serafall..."
"If you don't mind, you can call me 'big sister' like Sona does."
Though inwardly anxious, Serafall knew she couldn't add more pressure to Sona. She tried hard to maintain her usual cheerful demeanor.
"Alright, Sera-nee."
Haruto found it a bit odd to call her "big sister" directly, so adding her name felt more natural.
"I think the president is just feeling down because her strength is low—or rather, much lower than Rias and the others. Simple comfort won't help."
As soon as Haruto finished speaking, Sona, who had been motionless, visibly trembled.
Her fixation largely stemmed from the fact that everyone's strength used to be similar, but after not seeing each other for a while, even her own Queen, Tsubaki, had broken through to Satan-Class, completely surpassing her in power.
Before the Loki incident, without any battles, she hadn't felt it much, thinking she could catch up through diligent training.
But this event made her realize the extent of the gap between them.
To put it bluntly, if things continued this way, she wouldn't even qualify to stand alongside Rias and the others.
In reality, Sona's strength wasn't low at all.
Keep in mind, she hasn't even reached adulthood yet.
Once she comes of age and participates in Rating Games, reaching the top five would be guaranteed, and the top ten would be easily achievable.
But people fear comparison.
In the battle against Loki, all seven girls were around the same age, yet her strength lagged significantly.
Rossweisse hadn't reached Satan-Class either, but due to her combat prowess and knowledge of Loki's abilities, she performed much better.
As for the Valkyrie—if she weren't strong in battle, she wouldn't deserve the title.
More importantly, compared to her own sister Serafall, she seemed even more inadequate.
Serafall's strength might not match Sirzechs, but she was still among the top in the Underworld; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to claim the position of Satan Leviathan.
As a younger sister, Sona Sitri wasn't actually much younger than Serafall, but the gap in their abilities seemed quite significant when compared.
Like Sona, Rias wouldn't have been next in line to inherit her family if her older siblings hadn't been so powerful that they went off to become Satans instead.
Serafall noticed Sona's reaction clearly, which left her at a loss about what to do.
She thought her younger sister was already remarkable, both in terms of strength and other aspects.
Even if Sona was somewhat weaker, Serafall could still protect her.
But such words were clearly inappropriate to say at this moment.
Watching Sona trapped in her negative spiral, Serafall said with a low spirit, "Sona... you should rest well. I'll come see you again tomorrow night."
Although she didn't handle much administrative work, she was ultimately a Satan and couldn't stay with the family indefinitely.
After Serafall left, Haruto also intended to take his leave.
The sky was growing dark, and although they had a master-servant relationship, it wasn't proper for a young man and woman to be alone together in a room.
Well, mainly because Haruto was afraid he might not be able to control himself.
"Then I'll take my leave too, President..."
Slap!
Before Haruto could finish speaking, he found that Sona had already moved beside him and grabbed his wrist firmly.
"President?"
Looking at the black-haired, bespectacled girl's red-rimmed eyes and her delicate appearance with tightly pressed lips, Haruto's heartbeat quickened slightly.
Could it really be what he was thinking?
After discovering that the root of Sona's distress was her insufficient strength, he had vaguely begun to suspect this possibility.
But with Serafall present, and feeling like it would be taking advantage of the situation, he hadn't brought it up.
After staring at Haruto for a while, Sona, who was kneeling on the bed, slowly released her grip.
"Haruto, I'm also your master, right?"
"Right..."
Staring at Sona's slender figure wrapped in her nightgown, Haruto struggled to restrain himself from peeking down her collar.
Sona was emotionally unstable right now—misinterpreting her signals would be problematic.
Of course, if it really was what he thought, everything would become simple.
She didn't leave Haruto agonizing for long. Sona wasn't the type to hesitate once she'd made a decision.
If Rias could do it, if Tsubaki could do it, and so many others could do it—why couldn't she?
Though she didn't believe her relationship with Haruto had reached that level yet, feelings could be cultivated over time.
But if she didn't seize this opportunity now, not only would her dream of establishing a school where even low-class demons could advance be jeopardized—she'd be left in the dust by everyone around her.
"Haruto, I command you now as your master..."
Sona regained her usual composure, kneeling on the bed as her beautiful eyes stared intently at Haruto through her glasses.
"Cultivate with me now. Help me enhance my power."
Seeing the raven-haired beauty whose swollen red eyes hadn't fully recovered, Haruto smiled gently.
No more words were needed now—only a definite reply.
"As you command, President."
As the words fell, magical light flickered around Haruto's hand. The door instantly locked itself, and the partially drawn curtains automatically closed completely.
The bedroom filled with a girl's sweet fragrance suddenly became an entirely isolated space. Feeling the abruptly quiet and intimate atmosphere, Sona—who had no experience with men—instinctively grew tense.
Her pale, silky toes curled tightly beneath her pajama pants, and her beautiful eyes unconsciously shifted away, no longer daring to meet Haruto's gaze.
Seeing the always calm and rational president displaying such adorable mannerisms made Haruto's heart itch with a desire to tease her.
But considering Sona's current mental state, he ultimately suppressed the impulse.
There would be plenty of opportunities to play interesting games with his dear president later—right now, they needed to focus on the matter at hand.
Haruto revealed a warm smile as he slowly approached the raven-haired beauty on the bed.
She continued to turn her head away, as if doing so could diminish her shyness.
Though Sona wasn't taking initiative, her demeanor was already tantamount to seduction.
Faced with the girl's tempting appearance, Haruto found he had no willpower left to restrain his desires.
Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he climbed onto the bed and pressed Sona beneath him.
His hot, firm erection brushed against Sona's thin nightgown and her exposed fragrant shoulders.
Through the loose collar of her nightgown, the girl's small yet perky white breasts were revealed—quivering gently with Haruto's movements like smooth milk pudding.
No matter when one looked, they were astonishingly beautiful enough to overwhelm the senses.
Haruto reached to remove Sona's pink nightgown and pajama pants. The shy president still hadn't opened her eyes, but her slender arms and straight, long legs cooperatively lifted and parted.
With no clothing to conceal it, the girl's pale, perfect body—brimming with youthful vitality—shone under the light like the most dazzling gem, radiating breathtaking charm.
Facing Sona's slender yet curvaceous youthful body, Haruto could only offer such praise in his heart.
Yet even as he marveled inwardly, his heightened desires repeatedly reminded him that rather than simply kissing and caressing this exquisite face, what he truly craved was to forcefully conquer the young woman before him.
With a shimmer of deep blue magical light, the impatient Haruto instantly unleashed himself.
Haruto's hands gripped Sona's perfectly palm-sized breasts, watching as the round, lovely mounds gradually pressed together to form a long, slender cleavage. Only then, as if satisfied, did he slowly guide himself into that valley.
"Hah... hnngh!"
Heavy panting echoed through the room as Haruto trembled, breathing heavily as if struggling against intense stimulation.
With closed eyes, he seemed to be savoring a pleasure beyond ordinary comparison. As his panting subsided, vigorous thrusting commenced.
Swaying his hips, he wantonly used his physical strength to violate the alluring body beneath him. Sona's pale, delicate face gradually flushed pink, and soft gasps escaped her lips, continuously matching Haruto's rhythm without pause.
Feeling the delightful sensation of her smooth breasts enveloping him, Haruto panted while extending his other hand to caress Sona's tender garden.
Though she made no sound in response to this dual assault, Sona's body had already begun secreting transparent, slippery fluids in answer.
The soft virgin garden slowly enveloped Haruto's fingers, its interior far warmer than the outside, as if yearning for him while gently sheathing his digits with its delicate folds.
The tender flesh pulsed repeatedly, attempting to keep the fingers that could soothe her burning heat inside her body.
Haruto explored relentlessly, continuously searching for weaknesses within this soft garden.
With practiced skill, Haruto used his fingers to detect a particular spot along the inner wall. With just a light rub of his fingertip against that sensitive flesh, Sona immediately emitted a seductive moan.
Her garden tightened around his fingers, as if her entire body's desire had been catalyzed by this motion.
Fluids overflowed...
And abundantly so—to the point of resembling incontinence, soaking through the bedsheet fabric and coating the previously dry surface with a thick layer of viscous moisture.
Facing Sona who lay as quiet as if asleep, Haruto found it increasingly difficult to restrain his excitement, wantonely pouring his passion into her body.
Even his straddling position over Sona grew more violent, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
Pounding relentlessly, he pushed against the soft breast flesh, kneading those elastic peaks.
His hot, thick tip repeatedly probed the depths between those soft mounds. Confronted with the overwhelming tide of desire, Haruto gritted his teeth and began frantically thrusting against these adorable yet rounded peaks.
"Ngh... how terrifying... I'm supposed to be the one in control here, so why does it feel like I'm being devoured instead..."
Feeling Haruto's movements upon her, Sona unconsciously found herself thinking this.
The first time being intimate with the Student Council President, Haruto, who had no intention of holding back, gritted his teeth tightly as he thrust vigorously into Sona's chest, causing the plump, tender flesh to rub and scrape against his sensitive tip.
Compared to large breasts, this perfectly palm-sized pair that required forceful squeezing to use provided an even tighter and more stimulating sensation.
The intense pressure caused Haruto's member to throb violently, and he panted heavily through gritted teeth. He was already on the verge of losing control and reaching his climax.
"Mmm...!"
With one powerful thrust forward, Haruto's body suddenly trembled intensely as his overwhelming desire finally broke through his restraint and surged out.
A large amount of life essence instantly filled Sona's chest, the gleaming white liquid even overflowing from both sides.
Panting, he slowly withdrew his member and gazed at the white bridge formed by the life essence stretching from one peak to the other, trembling slightly with Sona's breaths. Paired with her flushed face, it looked even more seductive and arousing.
This was practically cheating...
As he caught his breath, Haruto could almost feel his lower body standing tall again without even needing a rest.
Embracing Sona beneath him from top to bottom, his member had already unknowingly aligned with the entrance to her garden, gently rubbing against it.
"Student Council President, I'm going to start helping you improve your strength now."
Though his mind was nearly consumed by desire, Haruto had not forgotten his mission.
Facing the excited, blushing face beneath him, he cast aside all distractions and thrust forward with force, driving straight in!
Haruto's member plunged deeply into Sona's warm, tight, and virginal garden. The moment he entered, an intense wave of excitement washed over him.
A powerful, clamping force, completely unlike her calm and rational exterior, surged around him, as if countless small mouths were greedily and frantically sucking on his member. This made Haruto gasp heavily, trying to calm the impulses within.
Yet in the next moment, seeing Sona's furrowed brows and resolute expression, Haruto gritted his teeth and pushed forward, piercing through the symbol of the girl's purity and thrusting deeper into the moist flower path.
"Ugh! It... it hurts so much... Is this the pain Rias and Tsubaki endured when they improved their strength?"
Trickles of pale red slowly dripped from Sona's smooth, tender garden, flowing down her fair thighs and staining the bed with red plum blossom marks.
Even though it was painful, she felt it was necessary.
To quickly improve one's strength, some price must ultimately be paid.