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Irresistible

by Dizog

Chapter One: Taking Care of Business

The SOS Brigade club room space heater died on one of the rainiest, coldest, ugliest days of the year. Haruhi did her best to revive it. Kneeling in front of the metal contraption, she messed with the knobs, fiddled with the power cord, and knocked the thing on the side a few times to wake it up, but nothing helped.

"This won't do." She rose to her feet. "The SOS Brigade will not conduct its business in a club room in a fridge. We need heat."

"We may be able to get that thing fixed," I said. "I bet it's still under warranty. Most appliances are covered for a year at least, aren't they?" I said this hopefully, since we got the thing for free in the first place, and I doubted it came with much customer support.

"There's only one way to find out." She unplugged the heater and set it on the table in front of me.

"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked.

"Bring it back to where you got it."

I beheld a bank of windows getting pelted with rain. "You can't be serious."

"You'll be fine."

I groaned, buttoned up my coat, grabbed the heater by its handle, and walked toward the door.

"Wait, Kyon." Mikuru stopped me. "This will keep you warm on the outside." She wrapped a scarf around my neck. Then she handed me a thermos filled with 24 ounces of her wonderful steaming tea. "And this will keep you warm on the inside."

How incredibly considerate. "Thank you, Miss Asahina."

"Get your ass moving," Haruhi shouted. "You don't have all day."

It took me forty-five minutes, two train rides, and a walk through the rain to get to the city's shopping district. Miss Asahina's scarf and tea made the trip bearable.

When I entered the hardware store, the owner greeted me with a smile. "How is your excitable leader doing?"

"Miss Suzumiya is as energetic as ever." I set the space heater on his counter.

He examined it. "You blew a fuse. It happens all the time." He replaced the fuse free of charge. "Please send my regards to your leader." He offered me a farewell bow.

"Thank you very much." I bowed in return. "Yes, I will."

Wearing drenched clothes, I made the uncomfortable trip home with my bursting tea-filled bladder threatening to make a mess. Forty-five minutes later, I deposited the heater in an empty club room and dashed to the bathroom to relieve myself.

Feeling much better, I strolled back to the clubroom and ditched my wet scarf, coat, socks, and shoes. I plugged in the heater, turned it to 'high,' and slid it under the table. The hot air rising past my body felt awesome, but the clubroom felt empty. Judging from the clothes rack, Haruhi and the gang were out taking pictures for the web site again. Both Mikuru's school uniform and maid outfit hung from hangers, but her nurse and maid outfits were missing, plus — Damn — her one-piece blue Speedo swimsuit was missing too. Mikuru looked amazing in that thing.

Got to hand it to Haruhi. Always making the best of a situation.

I rested my head in the pillow of my arms. As the space heater dried me, I became more conscious of my hard wooden chair. The brand new armchair complementing the commander's desk looked inviting. Haruhi's new throne sported leather upholstery, firm comfy seat pads, and cushioned armrests. Unlike my stiff little seat, hers reclined forty-five degrees if you pulled the right lever.

The chair called out to me. I unplugged the heater, faced it toward the commander's chair, and lowered the seat to its bottom setting. Then I spread my legs around the heat source and reclined back in luxury. Soothing warm air blew up past my pants legs, skimmed my chest, and tickled my face. I dropped my arms on the armrests and closed my eyes.

Despite my state of exhaustion, I vowed not to fall asleep this time. Last time I did that, Mikuru took advantage of me by changing from her cosplay outfit into her school uniform while I snoozed nearby. That would not happen again, especially now that she'd been wearing a swimsuit. She'd have to strip fully naked to get into her school uniform and I wasn't going to miss it.

As I meditated on this scenario, the most bizarre and wonderful images appeared on the movie screen of my mind. I imagined a bank of fog filling the clubroom. The fog dissipated when Mikuru Asahina entered, wearing an ugly overcoat. Stripping off this coat revealed her skin-tight blue Speedo. She whispered, "Hey, Kyon," and waved her arms at me. Confident that I was deep asleep, she stripped off the swimsuit revealing the most beautiful female body I'd ever seen.

In my fantasy, Mikuru tip-toed over to me, ran her fingers through my hair, and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're such a tease," I imagined Haruhi whispering from her perch on my chair. "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to scream and wake him."

With joyful bouncing breasts, Mikuru skipped back to the wardrobe, pulled on her school uniform, and dashed out the door.

Haruhi rose from my seat and strolled toward the window. "Lazy bum." When she came around her desk, her eyes bulged in shock.

Mikuru's naked kiss had elicited a healthy male response — which may or may not have been a problem. I could have managed a tent forming in my slacks. Unfortunately, in my rush to relieve my bladder and get back to the room, I'd forgotten to zip up my zipper. My penis had popped through an unzipped slit and stood at full attention in Haruhi's view.

As Haruhi studied my dick, a sweet smile formed on her lips. "Oh Kyon," she whispered, "you can be such an idiot." When she stroked my shaft with her fingertips, I didn't stir.

After a moment of contemplation, she rushed back to the door and locked it. She returned to her desk, pulled back the heater, and knelt where the device had resided between my legs. Haruhi licked the sides of my shaft and kissed it before gently sucking it back to her throat. Up and down, in and out, she savored my dick as if it were her favorite flavor of Popsicle. Two minutes later, with groans of immeasurable pleasure, I climaxed into her mouth.

Her eyes widened as I filled her cheeks with love cream. Her mouth soon overflowed. Excess cum dripped on the chair seat and splashed onto the floor.

As the semen tide slowed, a rush of warmth and contentment washed over me. What an incredible dream.

I opened my eyes — and was shocked to see Haruhi Suzumiya kneeling in front of me with my dick in her mouth.

She gazed up at me with chipmunk cheeks and deep serious eyes, but her mouth didn't release me. In shock, I spurted one final time. With her lips maintaining their vacuum grip, Haruhi swallowed everything down. Then, in a garbled voice around the dick still resting on her tongue, she asked, "Are you done?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Haruhi pulled off and licked her lips. "Good." She rose to her feet and wiped her sleeve over the corners of her mouth.

I put my softening manhood away and zipped up. "What just happened?"

"What does it look like?"

"It looks like you sucked me off."

With a stern expression, Haruhi put her hands on her hips. "Well, you didn't give me much choice, did you? You're sitting in my chair with your enormous penis popping out. What did you expect me to do? I had to take care of business."

"I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to zip my zipper… and then I crashed in your chair… and then I had this crazy dream—"

"About Mikuru." She cut me off. "I figured that's what happened."

"Did she really strip off her swimsuit while I was in the room?"

"She did."

"And she rubbed my head and kissed my cheek while totally, one-hundred-percent naked?"

"She can be such a bonehead at times."

"But I was sleeping."

"And you were snoring, too." She sighed. "With one eye partially open, obviously."

"Then you—"

"I had to do something. Suppose someone walked in and saw you like that?"

I considered mentioning that she'd locked the door, or that she could have simply woken me, but thought better of it. Instead, I offered a grateful smile. "Thanks, Haruhi. That was sweet of you."

She shook her finger. "Don't get any crazy ideas. My actions carry no romantic significance whatsoever. It's just that some girls in this school might find a sight like that irresistible, and I had to defuse the situation before some unsuspecting victim strayed in. Any conscientious leader would have done the same."

"You missed a drop." I pointed to her cheek.

She transferred the drop to her thumb and licked the thumb clean. Blushing bright red, she pulled a key out of her pocket, smacked it on the desk, and pointed to the floor. "Clean up this mess before locking up, and return the key to me in homeroom." She snatched her book bag off the table and rushed out the door.