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Ryoko Asakura

I tossed and turned all night. Haruhi and Mikuru had blown me in the craziest tag-team fellatio session in history and I couldn't stop thinking about it. My dick still tingled from the experience.

Could it be true? Did I possess the dick Haruhi Suzumiya was searching for? The one she considered perfection? I didn't consider myself the best judge of those things. I've always had my dick and never thought that much of it. Mikuru said she thought it was nice, but it wasn't irresistible or anything.

Yet the facts lined up. Somehow, Mikuru's TPDD did exactly what she feared it would. It sent me to the past, to the time and place I pictured. And I should have been stuck there. But somehow Haruhi sent me back; there really was something very special about that girl.

The following morning, I sat in front of the SOS Brigade leader in homeroom, intending to press her for answers. "Hey, Haruhi, can you tell me a little more about that vision you had when you drew that dick on the athletic field?"

She lowered her forehead near mine. "Listen closely, Kyon. I am not blowing you. What happened there is nobody's business. If you ask me about it again, I'm going to kick you out of the club."

"If you kicked me out of the club, it would be legal for you to blow me, right?"

"It would. But I wouldn't blow you just out of spite. So stop pissing me off. Besides, I got you Mikuru."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Mikuru sucked me off last night."

A wide smile lit up Haruhi's face. "What did I tell you? You just had to be patient. How was it? Did she use her breasts?"

"No. She blew me conventionally using just her mouth. She was really sweet about it. All apologetic. For her first time, it was really nice." I tapped an incisor. "No teeth nicks."

"See. You don't need me."

"Look… about your vision that night."

Haruhi broke eye contact and looked out the window. "I have no problem with Yuki blowing you too. Would you like that?"

"Yuki too?" I recalled the bookworm going down on Koizumi and pictured myself in his place. My loins stirred. "For real?"

"Sure. You guys can switch back and forth all you want. Consider both girls toys for you to play with."

"Suppose Yuki doesn't want to blow me? The girl has a mind of her own, you know."

"Yuki's the type that needs a reason."

"Like christening a room?"

"Exactly. Give her a good reason, and she'll do anything for you."

Another thought struck me. "Hey. If Yuki and Mikuru are toys, what does that make me and Koizumi?"

"You're my bodyguards and workhorses."

I considered complaining about being compared to an animal, but having both those girls as my toys was a really good deal. So I tried broaching the subject again. "Look… about that night—"

"Shut up about that!" Haruhi shouted. My classmates turned their heads.

"But—"

She clenched her fist. "One more word and, so help me gods, I'll break your face."

Ryoko Asakura walked over. "Are you two having a lover's spat?"

Haruhi's lips formed a straight line. "Nope. Everything is fine. You can go now."

Ryoko ignored Haruhi and shot me a thousand-watt smile. "Did she hurt your feelings, Kyon? Because if she did, I'd be glad to provide some one-on-one counseling." She licked her lips and winked.

Haruhi gritted her teeth, her cheeks turned red, and steam rose from her head. "That won't be necessary. Now leave us alone."

Ryoko shrugged and walked away.

"She's such a friendly girl," I said.

"Your membership in the SOS Brigade means you're exclusive. If she lays one hand on your dick…"

I held up my palm. "I can assure you I have no interest in getting sucked off by that girl." I didn't mention the other things I'd like her to do to me.

Haruhi crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmpff."

The class bell rang and everyone dispersed. When I rose, a note slid out of my lap onto the floor. I picked it up and read it.

Stay. I'd like to talk to you.

I glanced at Haruhi. She'd already collected her bag and headed toward the door so the note didn't come from her. Who could it have come from?

When the classroom had fully emptied, I sat at my desk—and Ryoko Asakura stood at the blackboard. She locked the door and turned off the lights.

"I know about the club she's forming," Ryoko said as she approached.

"I'm pretty sure it's already formed," I replied.

"And she knows you're the one she's searching for. Maybe not consciously, but on a subconscious level she knows."

"How do you know about that?"

"Everyone knows about the athletic field incident, and I hear you guys talk. It's not all that hard to put two and two together." I put up no resistance when she knelt before me, lowered my zipper, and pulled out my dick. She licked and kissed it.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because what she's doing is lewd and improper, and frankly, she pisses me off with that I'm-in-charge attitude." Ryoko sucked me into her mouth.

I watched with wonder as one of the hottest and most popular girls in the school bobbed up and down on me. Her technique was amazing. Not passionate like Haruhi but technically perfect, a lot like Nagato. It only took a minute before I spurted powerfully into her mouth.

She grasped my shaft, squeezed it, and licked its tip, wrenching out every last drop. "There."

"Thanks," I said. "But how is blowing me going to help you?"

She giggled. "I only blew you to see what the fuss was about." Her free hand produced a hunting knife. "Now I'm going to slice it off."

"Wait," I said. "What possible benefit is there to cutting off my dick?"

"When Haruhi realizes she'll never be able to suck the perfect dick, she'll be forced to disband her perverted club." She raised the knife for the strike.

I kicked her in the chest, knocking her down, and ran to the door. Before I could reach it, the wall turned into an energy field. She rose, brushed off her skirt, and walked toward me, knife in hand.

"What the hell is going on?" I dodged to the back of the class.

"I'm in complete control of this data space."

Suddenly, I froze. My body refused to move. My dick hung there helplessly. "What the fuck?"

"I should have done this from the start." She waved her knife and approached. "Slicey, slicey."

She dropped to her knees before me and was about to slice when. WHAM. A blur knocked her to the opposite side of the room where she bounced off the wall. Yuki Nagato crouched down before me.

"Stay back," Yuki said.

"Okay." Since I could move again, I hobbled to the back of the class, dick in hand.

For the next five minutes, Ryoko Asakura and Yuki Nagato fought the battle of the century. Ryoko turned school desks and chairs into spears with which she impaled Yuki. Yuki, mostly on the defensive, protected herself with energy shields and acrobatics. Eventually, those weren't enough as Ryoko broke through Yuki's defenses and pummeled her tiny opponent.

She grabbed Yuki by the ankle and wielded the smaller girl's body like a mallet, destroying desks, chairs, and chalkboards; shedding clothing with each strike. Shreds of Yuki's uniform were scattered all over the classroom; her bra and panties lay torn in different corners, her socks and shoes hung from the overhead lights, and her glasses lay crushed to pieces on the translucent floor near my feet.

After breaking nearly every bone in Yuki's body twice, Ryoko stood victorious over a heap of bones and flesh. Blood oozed from every pore of the bookworm's mangled form. Cracked bones pierced the skin.

"It's over," Yuki gasped. Her fractured noodly arms fell spread to the sides.

"You know you never stood a chance. This is my data space, after all. Plus, I'm way bigger and stronger than you. I guess it's time to finish it." She raised her foot and was about to stomp on Yuki's face when Ryoko's toes magically dematerialized. She shook what was left of her foot. "Hey, what's going on?"

"It took me longer than expected to hack into your operating system," Yuki said.

Ryoko marveled at her disintegrating hands. "No, way. I can't believe this. You totally rope-a-doped me. Damn. What a bummer." Now but a torso rising toward the sky, she glanced down at me. "Well, Kyon, I guess you get to keep your dick for a little while longer."

When Ryoko's head was all that remained of my former classmate, I shouted, "Thanks for the blow job. For what it's worth, you give awesome head."

Her eyes lit up before they disappeared. "Thank you, Kyon. Goodbye."

Yuki and I had the classroom all to ourselves. I placed my hand under her head. "Are you all right? I mean, shit, you look terrible. I'll get some help."

"No. My physical injuries are not critical. This space needs to be corrected before I do anything else. Corrupt data must be removed and the classroom rebuilt."

A whirlwind swept through the classroom, restoring the desks, chairs, lamps, and fixtures to their normal state. Then Yuki's body restored itself to its regular state as well. Still lying flat on her back, she moved her hands to her eyes and looked pleased when she found her glasses seated on her nose. "I was afraid I was going to forget about these."

"Your glasses look fine." I waved my hand over the rest of her body. "But what about your clothes? You're completely naked." I blinked a couple of times and reexamined her body. "I mean, really, really naked. Wow." Yuki's body had changed. Her breasts were much larger and her hips and thighs rounder. The extra weight looked phenomenal on her, sexily filling out her shorter frame.

"Oh." Yuki squeezed her full breasts, then raised a knee and rubbed her gorgeous round bottom. "I misapplied the data. My bad."

"Let me guess," I said. "You accidentally applied your clothes data to your body."

"Yes. I was so focused on rebuilding the glasses, I let some other details slip."

I flexed my hands. "May I examine you? You know, to make sure you're really okay?" When she furrowed her brow, I added, "I'm a concerned friend checking for broken bones. It's not like you haven't made mistakes."

She nodded. "Sure."

I straddled her and got to work. Yuki moaned as I explored every square inch of her upgraded figure, especially her flawless, shapely curves and sensitive private regions. Her body was perfect, hot off the assembly line, not a scratch, blemish, or mark anywhere.

Having completed my examination, I pinched her nipples and separated her breasts. "Actually, I think you look cuter without your clothes on. I don't really have a uniform fetish anyway."

"What's a uniform fetish?"

"It's nothing. Never mind. Just forget it." I released her breasts and got off of her.

"I see." Yuki knelt with her bum on her ankles and cupped her new globes. "I should resize these and restore my uniform."

"Don't you dare. Here." I took off my jacket and handed it to her. "Just wear this instead."

Yuki folded the jacket and set it on her lap. "Thank you. But I can't."

Suddenly, Haruhi's admonition came to mind. "Yuki's the type that needs a reason."

I sat cross-legged before her. "In light of recent events, having you maintain your current measurements is very important to me." I pointed to my head. "It's a psychological thing, like PTSD."

Her gaze shifted from my head to my dick, which jutted out of my pants in all its rigid glory. "I see."

"As for my jacket, how about I trade it to you for a blowjob?"

"That's not a fair trade."

"How about I rent my jacket to you for one blowjob per day?"

She considered my offer and nodded. "Those terms are acceptable." She pushed me down onto my back, scooted forward on all fours, and sucked my dick into her mouth.

As the bespectacled beauty rocketed me toward Nirvana, Taniguchi walked through the door. "What is up? I for-for-forgot my bag. Whaaaaa—" The sight of the gorgeous girl—on hands and knees, her shapely bare bum high in the air, her full round breasts dangling, her lips wrapped around my dick—clearly shocked him. "Take your time!" He turned and ran away.

Yuki lifted her mouth off of me. "Interesting human." Then she sucked me back into her mouth again.