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Chapter Five: Forget Me Not

"This is too much power for any one guy to have," I told Yuki after lunch in the clubroom. "I almost messed up the life of one of my nicest teachers." I explained how I close I got to using my powers on Miss Miyazawa. "What can I do to get out of this?"

"There's nothing I can do for you," Yuki said. "As long as Miss Suzumiya's beliefs sustain this universe and your power, your special talent will remain. Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you amputated your penis. I believe that will solve your problem."

I hopped back into the fig leaf pose. "I think I'll pass on that."

"Ceasing your daily rendezvous with Miss Stretta might mitigate the issue."

Her second suggestion seemed more severe than the first. "Would you consider stepping in to fill the void?"

"Of course."

As much as I liked that plan, I knew using Yuki as a Ruma-replacement would be wrong, and not just morally. If Haruhi found out, and she likely would, I'd be in a world of hurt. It was a miracle she hadn't found out about my current affair.

If only Ruma hadn't seen me in the shower.

Wait… That's it! I had the answer.

"Hey, Yuki. Since girls in the presence of my penis are willing to do anything I ask, can I get them to forget that they'd ever seen it?"

"I don't know."

I moved my fingers to my zipper. "Mind if I test?"

"I would be a poor test subject because copies of my neural net are continually backed up. Any discrepancies would be resynchronized."

"Bummer." I didn't feel comfortable experimenting on Ruma. The girl already had serious issues, and asking her to forget we'd ever had sex might exacerbate them. As my mind searched for a solution, my eyes fell upon the swimsuit hanging from the clothes rack. "I think I should test the girl who's responsible for all this."

"Haruhi Suzumiya?"

"No. That would be too dangerous, and it probably wouldn't work. I'm talking about the nude redhead whose kiss inspired the business Haruhi had to take care of."

Like clockwork, Mikuru Asahina walked through the door.

"Hi, Kyon. Hello, Miss Nagato." Mikuru reached for her maid uniform.

I stepped up to her. "Hey, do you remember the other day when I fell asleep in Haruhi's chair, and you rubbed my hair and kissed me?"

"You know about that?"

"Every detail."

Mikuru's cheeks flushed. "Oh, my."

"Somehow, it ended up in a dream."

"You dreamed about me kissing your cheek while I was—?"

"Yes, I did."

She giggled. "What else did we do?"

"Here, let me show you." I lowered my hands to my pants.

"Wait." Yuki dashed past us out of the room.

I locked the door before resuming the conversation.

Mikuru squealed when I unzipped my zipper—"Stop that, Kyon."—while her eyes remained glued to the action.

When I pulled out my dick, Mikuru's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "Oh, Kyon. It's beautiful." She rushed forward and dropped to her knees. "May I? Please?"

"Go to town."

She sucked me into her mouth.

As she joyfully bobbed her head on my manhood, I asked, "How would you describe what are you doing right now?"

In a garbled voice, she replied, "I'm milking the absolute most beautiful penis in the world for all its delicious cream." Then she returned her focus to my dick.

I enjoyed the hell out of her blowjob. Though her efforts weren't as practiced as Ruma's, or technically perfect as Yuki's, Mikuru's oral sincerity moved me. It didn't take long before I came gushing into her mouth. She swallowed it all down with pleased moans. Very little spilled. She wiped her chin and licked her fingers. Then she licked my dick clean till it sparkled like new. After kissing my balls, she sat on her ankles and gazed lovingly at my softening member.

Time to experiment.

"Experience has taught me that you're currently in a super-high state of suggestibility. Essentially, you'll do anything I ask."

The kneeling beauty nodded. "I get that."

"So I'm going to ask this, not because I'm a jerk or anything. I'm just testing."

"Go on."

"Yes or no. If I asked, would you tell me all the stuff you always say is classified?"

Mikuru frowned. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I would. But I hope you won't ask me, because it could get me into really big trouble. Plus it could mess up the space-time continuum."

"Don't worry. I won't." I put my finger to my chin. "Okay, I'd like to do another sort of test. Would it be okay if I molested you?"

"You mean like the Computer Club President, but on purpose?"

"Exactly."

"You bet." With a wide smile, Mikuru rose, leaned forward, and arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward me. "Go to town."

"Can you unwrap them first?"

"Sure." Mikuru unbuttoned a few blouse buttons and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts extended sexily through the opening she created.

I fondled her amazing globes. "You'll still do anything I say, right?"

"Of course."

"I want you to forget everything that just happened."

"How far back?"

"From the moment you walked in."

"You want me to forget about my blowing you and you molesting me?" She glanced down at my busy hands.

"That is correct."

"Isn't that like asking me to walk on my thumbs or jump ten feet high?"

"What do you mean?"

"Some things aren't humanly impossible. For example, could you forget the blowjob I just gave you?"

"Not in a million years."

"So what makes you think I can?"

"I don't know. It's just a test." I released Mikuru's breasts and lifted my dangling penis. "I'm trying to figure out how powerful this guy is."

"Your guy is the eighth wonder of the world. I'd more easily forget my name."

"Do me a favor and try to forget it," I said. "As a favor to me. Just try."

Mikuru expelled a heavy sigh. "Okay, I'll try, but there's no guarantee." She closed her bra and buttoned her blouse.

I put myself away and zipped up my pants. "Thanks. That's all I can ask. Just wait outside."

Mikuru walked to the door, repeating, "Forget, forget, forget." She stepped out into the hallway, continuing the chant. "Forget, forget, forget."

I closed the door, waited five minutes, and shouted, "Come in, please, Mikuru."

She stepped back into the club room. "Oh… hi, Kyon."

"Hi, Mikuru. How has your day been?"

"It's been fine."

"I'm curious," I said. "Did anything strange or unusual happen recently?"

"How recently?"

"Say… in the last fifteen minutes."

"No, not really. Why do you ask?"

"It worked, it worked, it worked." I started hopping up and down. "This is great. This is great."

"You can rest assured that the memory of my blowing you and you molesting me has been completely purged from my brain. I don't remember any of it. Not a bit."

I stopped hopping. "Liar."

"Is that not allowed?"

I groaned. "No, of course not."

"No fair. It's the only way I can make you happy." She frowned. "Are you mad at me now? Are you going to make your penis off limits?"

"No, I could never hold a grudge against you, and no." I took out my dick, sat in my chair, and spread my legs. "You can suck it any time you'd like."

A wide smile lit up her face, and she dove onto her knees.

Once she finished round two, I once again put myself away. Yuki walked into the room as Mikuru left.

"It didn't work," I told her.

"I'm not surprised."

I patted my package. "So, I'm stuck with this thing."

"For as long as Miss Suzumiya chooses to sustain this law."

"Then I guess that's how it is." I pondered Haruhi's new universal law for a few moments. "It's all up to Haruhi. I can't escape it."

"It would seem so."

"Then I've got no choice. The only way to rid myself of this affliction is to convince Haruhi that my dick isn't irresistible anymore."

I spent the rest of the week devising the perfect plan.