Chapter TWENTY-TWO "Development"

Scene (Issei's bedroom, more so, Issei's bed)

We now see our main protagonist, sandwiched in between a very tall and naked Tsubaki (to his left) and an equally naked, Sona (to his right). Issei is laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling while both girls each had a leg over his lower half. The blankets were pushed to the side, revealing a very sensual display. Minutes before, after the girls shedded their clothing, they both crawled on each side of the bed.

Issei just backed into the center headboard of the bed, as there was no escape from this. At the same time, Tsubaki is grabbing Issei's shirt, while Sona is grabbing at his pants. With incredible strength, the brown haired boy's clothes were quite literally ripped off of him, shredded, as if he was attacked by a pack of lionesses. We now pan back out to an Issei, waist deep in devil's.

Turning his head to Sona, Issei speaks up. "President, I mean, Sona, why are you doing this?" Sona looks up at Issei with a blush so red that it could rival Rias Gremory's hair color. "You really have to ask that?" Tsubaki raises her head, (which was resting on Issei's shoulder). "Say, Sona Sama, didn't you promise something would happen, if our little kakyuusei, if he chose to continue with that very stupid decision, regarding that date with that certain someone?"

Sona then stops blushing, and she reverts back to her stoic form. Adjusting her glasses, Sona then nods, very slowly. Issei now, remembering that nightmare, which was only a reminder of what actually happened that one time. Shuddering, the boy could only wish that his bed covers were close by, so that he could hide under them. As if Tsubaki understood what the nodding meant, she immediately forces Issei in a reverse spoon position, forcing the boy's face in her (not so large chest), while holding both of said boys' arms, behind his back, using some sort of martial arts hold. As Issei is unable to make a sound, let alone see anything, aside from a size 34B chest, slowly engulfing his peripherals, he then feels a cold feeling, something is being attached to his neck.

After being released, Issei jumps up, leaning back against the headboard. Feeling his neck with both hands, he feels spikes, and what feels like leather. Knowing full well what this was, he moves his hands toward the back of the collar, where he feels a latch. Trying to undo the latch, in panic, he then feels a slightly painful electrical shock. "Ouch, what the fuck?!" Issei screams out, only to have Sona's hand placed on his mouth. "Shhh. You need to learn how to take your punishments with some dignity, my little delinquent kun…", Sona whispers in Issei's right ear. Issei stiffens up. "Don't worry, I will take the collar off, eventually. Before I do though, I think we need to have a nice, very nice, very, very nice, clear and understanding conversation. Wouldn't you agree, Tsubaki?" Looking over his shoulder at the mentioned queen, Issei sees her with her eyes both closed while nodding. "Issei, lay down, we have much to talk about", Sona orders.

After Issei complies, both girls do the same thing, laying back down, in the same positions as before. "I am Sona Sitri. I am next in line to run the House of Sitri. I am a high-class devil. I have a powerful and loyal peerage that help me reinforce order within my territory, which I share with Rias Gremory. Some of this you already know at this point. I have known about you, Issei, since before you first entered Kuoh Accedemy. My sister, Sirzechs and your uncle, are actually pretty close friends. I didn't know everything, well, I hardly knew anything about you, but, when I saw you, for the first time, something happened. You probably don't remember, as I am sure you were going through allot. I think it was about 3 weeks before you started living in Japan, my sister and I were visited by Azazel and Penemue. You were also there, standing behind the secretary of the fallen angels, like she was your mom or something. You were so dead looking, I mean, not gross and bloated, but, your eyes had nothing in them. You actually looked like some of those old devils I met, the old ones that survived so many wars, the ones that would start to cry after telling stories of battles, comrades lost, the atrocities, you looked just like a war-veteran, or maybe an ex POW. Issei, I am a very calculating person, I can read the room like no other, I can see body language, I can see, pain. You, you were hurting, so much. I only heard bits and parts of what my sister and your aunt and uncle were saying, as I was told to offer you some tea from my sister. But I did hear a few things, rather clearly. Something about you not having a mother, while at the same time, being ancient in age. I also heard about something kidnapping you.

That was enough for me to make my decision. Issei, do you remember later that day, after we both sat down and I offered you a cup of tea?" Issei thinks hard, and it hits him. "Yeah, you asked me if the tea was good, then you asked if I had played any games before?" Sona nods. "Correct, Hyoto, ten points. I then pulled out a chess board. Then I asked…" Issei interrupts, "White or black?" Sona looks pleased and nods.

"Another 5 points, good job Hyoto. You chose black, so I set the board." Remembering everything like it was yesterday, Issei nods. "Then, you beat me. I thought perhaps I was distracted because of the circumstances of your life, so I gracefully asked for another game." Issei then shrugs. "Well, demanding that we play another game, I don't think most people would agree that would be something in the polite or graceful category", Issei chuckles. Sona adjusting her glasses again, Issei stops giggling and shudders a bit. "Yes, well, you beat me again, while I was giving it my all." Issei nods while a bit of sweat drops from his forehead. "Issei, we, in the Sitri house, have a tradition, well, this tradition is kind of new, considering it only pertains to me. To make a very drawn out story a bit shorter, lets just say that my parents and my sister agreed that if a male was able to beat me, (me being an undefeatable chess master, at the time), well, if I were beaten, then that person would be bound to me via marriage." Sona now blushes, while on the other side of the bed, a romantic sigh could be heard from Tsubaki. Issei is frozen in place, shocked and a bit terrified. "M, ma, marr, marriage?", Issei shouts. While still blushing, Sona closes her eyes and nods back and forth. "You WILL take responsibility, Hyoto Issei!", Sona declares.