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Introspection

The following morning, Haruhi woke up next to me in bed. Actually, it was midafternoon. Ryoko told me what she and Yuki had done to her would have put any normal human girl in a coma for months, but Haruhi simply slept it off.

After letting out a yawn, she pulled me close, and I held her in my arms.

"I had the most incredible dream," she said. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

I pulled back the blanket. "Take a look."

Haruhi's eyes bulged when she saw all the calligraphy on her skin. "It was real?" She hopped out of bed, ran to my full-length door mirror, and turned full circle. She gasped as she took in the multi-colored praise covering her body. "Aww. That's so sweet. Aww. Aww. Oh, my." She turned to me and lifted her breasts. "I don't think I'll ever want to take a shower."

"No need to worry about that. We used permanent markers so soap won't wash it off."

She gave me the evil eye. "No way." Then she ran to my bed and jumped on top of me. "By the way, I'll love you for all time too."

"How did you know I wrote that one?" I asked.

She turned her left wrist as if she were reading a watch and tapped the clock face set to midnight. The watchband formed from symbols read, "I'll love you for all time." She rubbed the ink ring encircling her wrist.

"First of all, it's your handwriting. And second, it's drawn where my wrist cuff should be."

"Should be? Does that mean you'd like to wear your cuffs and collar again?"

She straddled me and looked at her thighs and arms. "No. I think I'm going to take a break from bondage for a while. You've given me an awful lot to think about, and I need to process it."

"Up for breakfast," I said, "or lunch."

"Sure. Is your sister home? I want to show her this."

"It's Saturday, so yes, she's home."

Naked as the day she was born, except for the hair ribbon and ink, Haruhi jogged out the door.

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Haruhi spent the whole day proudly nude at my home. With my mom out working her usual double shifts, Haruhi cleaned and cooked and mopped for us. Later, she and my sister had fun cataloging the notes. Posing Haruhi like a Barbi doll, Sis cataloged every passage of praise in a notebook. She pointed at Haruhi's bum. "I really like this one. He drew a smiling heart."

Haruhi nodded. "I like that one too."

We all had dinner together, and Haruhi spent another night in my bed.

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On Sunday morning, she put on the outfit I'd placed in the rickshaw trunk and we took a stroll through the park.

As we walked along the path, hand in hand, people shot us funny looks. I guess it's not often you see a girl with multi-colored notes of gushing praise covering her arms and legs.

I glanced at her wrist. The watch and band I'd drawn still showed prominently. She noticed my looking at it and smiled. "You know, Kyon, being a target at one of your Booster Alumni events has really made me think."

"How so?"

She squeezed my hand. "Don't get me wrong. I had a lot of fun, but I'm concerned about what you're teaching these guys about women."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like this." She patted her chest. "I willingly gave up my freedom the moment I agreed to become a target for you."

"For me, and the rest of the guys."

"I suppose that's true. But that's not my point. When I showed up at the track, I was yours for the evening. I put my total trust in you."

"Do you feel it was misplaced?"

"No, of course not. I knew exactly what I was getting into." She paused. "Well, I had a pretty good idea. But I wonder, do these guys know where consent stops and rape begins? When a group of Booster Alums see a hot girl, what's to keep them from stripping off her clothes, tying her up, and using her against her will?"

"Would things work better if I didn't tie up any of the female volunteers?"

Haruhi considered my question. "No. Being helpless is most of the fun. There's no way in the world I'd tolerate what those guys did to me if I wasn't restrained. Being totally naked, exposed, and vulnerable around all those boys was a rush for me. And I'm sure it was a rush for Mikuru too. But that's us. I admit it helped that I already knew everyone—intimately. Still, getting brutally gang-banged by a horde of horny classmates isn't every girl's cup of tea."

"Why did you do it?"

"You know me. I'm quirky like that. I'll try anything once. Besides, it's not like you were asking me to do something I've never done before. Thanks to you, I've been fucked in just about every way I can imagine. As for the semi-public nature of the thing, I was pretty exposed during the sausage party and catering week. The only real difference was you tying me up. Which I didn't mind."

I laughed.

"Which I didn't mind once I got used to it," she corrected.

"Your notch count for the event easily went into triple digits. You often serviced two, sometimes three guys at a time."

"Sure, but sex is sex, and I just got a whole bunch of it—all at once." A tiny smile curled her lips. "A girl doesn't get to experience something like that every day." She paused. "But like I said, it's not for everyone." She stopped and turned to the side. "Hey, I want to show you a special place."

We walked along a dirt path through some shrubs to the edge of the river under the cover of several trees. Haruhi sat on a large boulder, removed her sandals, and dipped her bare feet into the flowing water.

"This is nice." I sat next to her.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the writing on her ink-covered legs. She seemed to sense it. After glancing around to verify we were alone, she removed her clothes and stood in the stream.

"Kind of amazing, isn't it?" She spun about with her arms extended. "How did you come up with this idea?"

"I don't know. I had an inspiration."

She returned to the boulder, wrapped her arms around my neck, and sat sideways on my lap. I put my arms around her waist.

"Hey, Kyon. What was going through your mind after you tied me to that golden vault horse and let all those guys have their way with me?" She shifted her hips. "Dozens of dicks, fucking my anus, vagina, and mouth, filling me to the brim with semen."

"I wondered if you were enjoying yourself. You seemed to be. Were you?"

"I came a lot if that's what you're asking. You can safely file me in the category of a girl that loves sex—every kind—so I had a great time… in a way. But afterward, I felt kind of empty. Being a cum dump is fun in the moment, but I didn't really feel like I connected with anybody. A few of the guys… I could tell they were totally in love with me. That guy I barked at turned out to be really sweet. He said fucking me was the highlight of his life. But most of them treated me like a cow."

I joked, "Are you implying they're into bestiality?"

"Have you heard about cowgirls?"

I shook my head.

"I saw it in this manga about genetically modified girl-bovines, if that's what you want to call them. They've got perfect human girl bodies and a cow's I.Q., as well as a cow's sweet, pleasing nature."

I cupped one of her breasts. "Your body is perfect too."

"But my breasts aren't nearly as big as theirs. Heck, these cowgirls make Mikuru look like a loli."

Suddenly, the surrealism of the scene struck me. Here I sat, by a stream, with a gorgeous, nude, ink-covered schoolgirl on my lap, talking semi-seriously about genetically modified cowgirls. I wondered if her experience the other night had somehow broken her. I continued playing along.

"Are their breasts good for milking?"

"That was the plan when scientists first created them. Nothing is healthier than human milk, after all. But nowadays, they're used for anything but."

"Genetically modified cum dumps."

"Exactly."

"What's your point?"

"The entire concept is kind of demeaning, isn't it? Even for manufactured beings." She turned to face me. "I don't want you to ask me to do anything like that anymore. I want to belong to you, and you only. I know that if you ask me to be a cum dump again, I'll probably do it. And I'll probably even enjoy myself. But now, in this moment of clarity, I want you to promise that you'll never ask me to be a public cum dump again." When she noticed me smiling at the addition of the word 'public,' her lips formed a sly smile. "Private is fine. You can do anything you want to me when we're alone."

"Like we are now?"

"Exactly."

I pulled her toward me and kissed her.