Sona adjusted her glasses as she looked at the board. She knew Altair was a better player than her, and that fascinated her. But the idea of losing was a little bitter; after all, she was confident in her abilities, and defeat always stung her ego.
However, the best way to learn is to be defeated. You never learn anything better than by getting beaten up for making a mistake.
"Have your wounds healed well, Altair?" she asked confidently as she thought her next move.
"They have, Sona," Altair moved his bishop to a position where it attacked Sona's queen. "Once I woke up, the healing accelerated," he explained.
"Mhm!" Sona nodded, moving a knight to cover her queen. "It was an incredible fight, albeit disastrous. I had no idea you could become so powerful," she recalled when they first met in Kuoh.
He had an aura of confidence and self-assurance, a magnetic charm. But he didn't have much power to back it up, at least not compared to the devils. His power didn't even reach that of a low-class devil. Seeing him now, where some ranked him just one step below the level of a Maou, was magnificent. Although Sona knew he wasn't at that level yet, he instead used some of the other people's magic to cause so much destruction.
Seeing Altair's potential, even Sona's father had urged his daughter to invite him to dinner. She refused, still not entirely forgiving the humiliation her father had caused Altair.
"It was a surprise even to me," Altair said with sincerity palpable in every word. "I knew I would return much stronger than when I left, but I didn't expect this much." His mana had increased about 14 times, which could have been almost as much if not for the debuff.
"I was glad," Sona smiled a little as she spoke. She was immensely glad to have been in his way.
"Check," she said as she moved her pieces.
Altair remained silent, his gaze narrowing as he looked at the board. Sona watched expectantly, believing she had the advantage.
"It's checkmate in eight," Altair responded to the threat by moving his knight.
Sona looked at the board. The possible future moves. She didn't think she had miscalculated; she didn't think she had overlooked something like that. She couldn't find the sequence that would inevitably lead to her defeat, but she moved anyway. Altair responded instantly. After two more moves, she could see it.
"Congratulations," she said as she dropped the king. "You won, again," she said with a sigh.
"I almost tied our victories," Altair said, and heard Sona snort in annoyance.
"Take away all the times you let me win. How many wins would I have against you?" she asked. Altair remained silent, simply smiling. Sona knew the answer in an instant: zero. "Anyway... you said you wanted me to do something for you. What was it?" She changed the subject when she didn't get a verbal answer.
"Ahhh, yes," Altair said as he took something out of his inventory.
"Is this a joke?" Sona frowned. She didn't find it funny. "I'm not going to—"
"You don't know how to lose? How immature!" Altair said to her face, feigning disappointment.
Sona sighed. She looked at the garment Altair was holding; it was a magical girl costume. Very similar to the one her older sister used to wear. In her head, she threw imaginary knives at her perverted boyfriend. In real life, she stripped naked in front of him. Altair stared at her as he handed her the clothes.
"Do you need help?" he asked, a kind and accommodating man.
"Turn around!" she asked, even though he had already seen her naked countless times. She felt shy.
He obeyed, turned around, and summoned a huge mirror with which he could see Sona's naked figure in great detail.
She sprayed a jet of water, breaking the mirror. Due to a slight miscalculation, she ended up soaking Altair, which earned her a flat look from him. Altair turned away, and to Sona's delight, he did not try to sneak another peek at her.
The costume Sona was putting on was quite similar to one her sister had tried to make her wear.
'There's no way, right?' She wondered if Altair had turned to her sister to get that costume. Would he have told him the truth about what he planned to do to her once she had it on? Sona wasn't dumb enough to believe that Altair simply wanted a cosplay session.
"You can turn around now," he said.
Sona couldn't help but blush as she was examined. The costume was an almost exact copy of the one her sister wore. It was light blue. It had a top; her stomach and shoulders were exposed. Black arm sleeves covered her arms. Her skirt was short; one slight movement and she would end up showing everything to Altair. A black leather belt was around her waist.
She watched Altair's eyes go to her legs, covered in black-and-blue striped tights. She held the magic scepter, an accessory Altair had given her, in front of her to protect herself from his perverted intentions.
"Well... I can understand your sister's obsession with seeing you wear those clothes," he commented. Then he took out his cell phone and began taking pictures of her from different angles.
"We didn't say anything about the photos!" she scolded him, trying to cover herself.
"What isn't forbidden..." Altair began.
"I forbid it right now," Sona interrupted him.
"Okay," Altair put away his W-phone after typing something on it.
Sona calmed down and took a breath to control her embarrassment. In all the commotion, she forgot to ask him to delete the photos he had already taken, or at least ask him not to share them with anyone.
"Can I change now?" she asked with a bit of hope. Hope that everything would start over, she missed him.
"You can walk towards me, love," Altair said softly. Sona found him adorable and ended up fulfilling his request, moving towards him with determined steps.
She still didn't dare to look him straight in the eye. Even when his hand went to her legs, she just remained silent. "Good girl," he said, to her embarrassment.
"Don't touch me, pervert," she reproached him, yet her hands only gripped the cane more tightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Altair said, then removed his hand from her.
Sona almost regretted it and told him to continue touching her. But it wasn't necessary. Altair took the king piece from the chessboard and used it to continue caressing her. Sona was about to tell him to stop when she realized this chess set had been a gift from her mother many years ago. But somehow, feeling that piece close to her private parts made her stop. She felt like a bad person. But of course, good people don't enjoy themselves as much.
"Mhm!" She began to feel a warmth building up between her legs. The figure was made of finely polished marble; it was cold and contrasted with her body temperature. "Mom..." she muttered randomly. Altair gave her an inquiring look, but she ignored him, turning away.
She felt the piece catch on her underwear and move it. She was surprised not to feel Altair's hands touching her; he seemed to have taken her words seriously.
"Are you okay, Sona?" Altair asked her just as the piece entered her pussy. She opened her mouth, a soft sigh escaping her lips. What they were doing was so wrong that it felt pretty damn good.
"I'm perfect," she told him.
"With that outfit, I could never deny your words," Altair complimented her. She smiled, enjoying the toy inside her, which was moving deeper and deeper.
"Your fingers," she said, a little confused.
"What?"
"Why can't I feel your fingers?" she asked. The piece was completely inside her, spinning and vibrating, moving on its own, almost as if it were "magic." She looked at her boyfriend. His hand was in plain sight, although his fingers were pointing at her crotch.
"You told me not to touch you," Altair made a fake pout.
"I didn't want to..." she denied, but a peak of pleasure interrupted her. Her body became more sensitive, the piece inside vibrating, touching her G-spot.
"You didn't want to? Then what do you want?" Altair asked her.
"You know," she took Altair's hand.
"Ah... I don't want to misinterpret anything," Altair refused.
"Touch me," she asked, moving his hand.
Altair deflected and moved his hand to the girl's belly.
"Here?" he asked. Sona was convinced he was just doing it to annoy her.
"Touch my pussy!" she said, grabbing his hand more forcefully and directing it to her crotch.
"Waaah! So-tan is so perverted," Serafall entered the room, her outfit identical to Sona's, only changing the color from light blue to pink. Also, instead of a magic girl's wand, she had a massive dildo in her hand.