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Chapter Six: Accidents Can Happen

After wolfing down a quick lunch, I darted to the clubroom for a meeting. Yuki and Mikuru were already sitting at the table when I stepped in. "I've devised the perfect plan," I said as I took a seat opposite them.

Mikuru raised her hand.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Mikuru. You have a question already?"

"Yes, I do. Can I please suck your dick?"

Since showing Mikuru my irresistible penis, she asked me daily for permission to suck it. To my surprise, she'd become as voracious as Ruma. I had stupidly assumed she'd be able to control her desires like Yuki had, but I quickly recognized my error. Yuki's humanoid interface nature equipped her with far better self-control than Mikuru.

I groaned. "Can I tell you my plan first?"

Mikuru licked her lips. "Can it wait?"

Yuki rose from her seat. "Should I leave the room?"

"No," I said. "Both of you stay. I need to explain my plan." I turned to the horny redhead. "Afterward, you can blow me."

She glanced at the clock. "How long is this going to take?"

"Not long."

"Can I come over to your side of the table and stroke you while you tell us your plan?"

"No. You're going to have to be patient and keep your hands in your lap. Now give me your full attention, or I'll cut you down to one B.J. per week."

"Understood." Mikuru put her hands in her lap and sat up straight. "I'm all ears."

I waited a few seconds.

She remained still.

I continued. "During the club meeting today, at an opportune time, I'll be stepping out."

"Why?" Mikuru asked.

"I don't know yet. I'll think up a reason. While I'm out, I'll pull the fire alarm. You two, Koizumi, and Haruhi will leave the room and head outside with everyone else. While you're all mulling around the quad area waiting for the all-clear signal, I'll sneak back into the club room."

I waited to make sure they got the concept.

"That's your plan?" Mikuru asked.

"No," I replied. "That's just phase one. Once I have the club room to myself, I'm going to sit at the commander's desk, turn on Haruhi's computer, and pull out my dick."

Mikuru's face lit up. "Can you demonstrate?"

"No," I snapped. "If I did, you two would be on your knees in an instant."

"I suppose that's true." She frowned. Under her breath, she added, "Darn, so close."

Yuki subtly nodded her agreement.

"Eventually, they'll let you back into the building," I said. "But I need the three of you to make excuses to delay your return so Haruhi comes back alone."

"Pull the fire alarm near the end of the day," Mikuru said. "We'll make sure to bring our stuff outside so we can all go directly home. Since Miss Suzumiya holds the key, she'll go back to lock up and turn off my tea warmer."

"That's an excellent idea, Mikuru. Thank you."

"Did it earn me bonus points?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Woo-hoo!" Mikuru yelped. "Okay, you're sitting at her desk with your dick out, and she enters the room. Then what?"

"I'm going to navigate to the folder to which she uploaded the camera data from your swimsuit photoshoot, and I'm going to pretend to jerk myself off to those pictures." I winked. "I'm sure that'll work."

"I'm flattered," Mikuru said. "But how is that going to make your dick… resistible?"

"When Haruhi walks in and sees me wanking to pictures of you in your Speedo, she's going to get jealous — so jealous, in fact, her lofty opinion of my dick will suffer."

Yuki tilted her head. "That may not be the wisest course of action."

"Dittos on that," said Mikuru. "You might end up suffering as well."

"I'm sure there'll be some risks, but I have a feeling she'll let me slide once I explain myself."

"How do you plan to explain away your masturbating to sexy pictures of me at her desk?"

"I'll tell her, since your naked kiss after that photoshoot got me hard in the first place, I was naturally curious about what happened before that. And one thing led to another."

"Sounds to me like you're trying to recreate a past win. Do you think she'll suck you off again?"

"Not this time," I said. "Last time she sucked me off because I exposed myself accidentally. This time, the exposure will be solely my fault — and it should inspire just the right amount of jealousy to break the spell."

"Do you really think she'll make the connection?"

"How can it miss?" When the girls returned skeptical frowns, I leaned forward on my elbows. "Look, on some level, Haruhi wants my dick, even though she might not accept this fact consciously. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the position I'm in. This is going to work."

"I still think it's risky."

"Do either of you have a better idea?"

The girls looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Is that it?" Mikuru asked.

"Yes, it is. Can I count on you to get Koizumi to play along?"

"I'll let him know the plan." Mikuru glanced at the clock. "We still have ten minutes."

I walked around the table and turned toward the girls. "You may want to step outside, Yuki." As I reached for my zipper, Mikuru dropped to her knees at my feet.

"May I stay?" Yuki asked.

"Seriously?"

"I don't mind," Mikuru said.

Yuki knelt next to her as I lowered my zipper. "Fine with me."

The girls' mouths watered with anticipation, and they gasped with awe when my dick hit daylight. They immediately started blowing me using the tag-team method. While one girl's mouth enveloped the end of my dick, the other licked my balls and shaft. They went at it for about six minutes, switching every thirty seconds, kind of like musical chairs. When the music finally stopped and I couldn't hold out another second, I sprayed my seed into the winning girl's mouth; who turned out to be Yuki this time; which seemed only fair since Mikuru had blown me so many times already.

After they licked me clean and thanked me for the honor of blowing me, they kissed my dick goodbye. I zipped up and sprinted to class via an alternate route. Fortunately, Ruma didn't find me in the hall. I made it to my seat a second before the bell rang.