Issei's Taste of Greatness

The Saturday morning sun streamed into the room as Issei Hyoudou thought about everything that happened to him lately. He was just an ordinary pervert boy who was mostly ignored by the numerous girls at his school, including Scandinavian heartthrob Rias Gremory, who was so beautiful that it looked like she stepped right out of a Norse myth. For some reason, it was his second night in a row where he had a nightmare about being assassinated at the park fountain. It felt so real, it was hard to shake the memory of his agony. In fact, he noticed that the blanket on his side of the bed seemed lighter due to his rolling around. When Issei took it off, though, he noticed a strange nip in the air.

"What the fuck!?" he cried. "I'm naked!"

As he sat on the bed in shock, he noticed a rather curious thing-his clothes seemed to have piled up under the blanket on the other side of the bed, forming a bizarrely large lump. When he started to lift the blanket, though, he was shocked-it wasn't his clothes at all!

Under the duvet lay a woman, her skin like polished porcelain and her hair a cascading river of crimson silk. Rias Gremory, the untouchable idol of Kuoh Academy, was curled up beside him, completely nude and fast asleep. The shock hit Issei like a physical blow; he froze, his heart hammering against his ribs, staring at the soft rise and fall of her chest. He tried to process how the most beautiful girl in school had somehow migrated from her mansion to his bedroom, stripped of everything, and decided to take a nap.

Before Issei could catch his breath, as if Rias noticed the slight chill or the movement of the blanket, she opened her eyes. Oddly enough, when she saw Issei looking at her, she did not spring upward, nor even move to cover her exposed chest. While she was still half-awake, before she put her business face on, she gave him a warm, tender smile.

"Rias..." Issei uttered. "What are you doing here?"

Rias raised her head upward. "I just saved you. Your clothes were a filthy mess."

"It...wasn't a dream?" Issei replied.

"I thought you'd say that!" Rias answered, leaving her body uncovered as if it were routine. "No, it wasn't a dream. Let me explain. I am a devil. Also, you forged a pact with me when you used your card to summon me two nights ago, so you're my servant."

"What!?" Issei said.

"Don't panic," Rias replied. "I don't want to make you my punching bag. The job I have for you is more, shall we say, interesting. You like women, right, Issei? I take it the way your eyes are gravitationally drawn to my chest is not out of mere academic curiosity. I've heard your hunger for sex is vast. My associates and I are ready to satisfy it."

Issei wanted to respond, but the offer made his breath hitch, and he was at a loss for words. Rias' gaze turned slightly downward, knowing the boy's handsome dick was doing the talking for him, and her lips curled into a smile. She leaned toward him as her hand reached for his cock, which she began to stroke with a slow, focused devotion. He felt her breath upon him. "I take it you're ready to start. Perhaps...you'd like to rest your head on something more pleasant than a pillow while you think on it."

The offer made Issei pause. He knew what his perverted mind was hoping she was referring to, but his time at Kuoh Academy had been plagued by girls looking at him like they wanted a restraining order. Even so, Rias, still fully undressed, was giving him a pleasant smile, and her hand was still working his shaft. "Perhaps I should ask her," he thought to himself.

"Isn't this a scene?" Rias continued. "I didn't think one of the biggest pervs of the academy would need a written invitation to enjoy my chest."

Issei didn’t need another invitation. He surrendered to the pull of gravity, leaning forward and sinking his face into the plush, warm depths of Rias’s bosom. The sensation was overwhelming; her skin was impossibly soft, and the sheer scale of her curves made him feel as though he were being swallowed by a cloud of crimson silk and porcelain. A low, contented moan escaped his throat, his breath warming her skin as he hugged her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

In that tender moment, Rias felt the urge to caress Issei's head, but she settled for putting her hand on it instead, pressing his face against her. "That's better, isn't it?" she said. "I'd like to offer more than just words. Perhaps you'd like your first liaison right now. Consider it a training exercise."

Even with his face in her bosom, Rias could hear his breath hitch at the offer. "You want to fuck me!!?"

"Certainly," she replied. She tried to make it sound like business, but her enthusiasm was audible.