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Chapter Eight: Jealousy

Having completed two rounds of accidental mind-blowing sex with Haruhi Suzumiya, my cock ached contentedly. Now I had to clean up the room.

That's no fun.

I considered searching campus for a cute female straggler who'd consider trading mopping chores for a view of the eighth wonder of the world.

A win-win for everyone.

A hot girl from the calligraphy club named Mizuho often stayed late. She'd be perfect for the job. Chances were good she'd mop up the Kahlua for me if I offered her the right incentive. In fact, she'd probably do the work naked and blow me afterward if I asked nicely.

Stop it, Kyon. The power is going to your head.

It took me about an hour to mop the creams off the club room floor. I had worse luck getting the sticky stuff off my uniform but did the best I could with a wet rag. Once I finished, I pulled out my dick and looked down. Despite recently filling Haruhi's wonderous love canal, it didn't look any different.

Did you expect it to glow or something?

Maybe. After all, my dick shot into Haruhi like a cruise missile that knew exactly where to go. On the other hand, I'd just been lying there. Haruhi's vagina did the homing. My dick merely acted like a magnet.

Why sex?

Good question. After all, she could have fallen forward with her mouth open or something similarly nuts. Who knows what kind of accidents Haruhi's universe could create?

Was sex her goal?

I considered a plausible scenario. After seeing my dick and sucking it, Haruhi developed an unquenchable desire to have regular sex with me. Yet she stubbornly refused to acknowledge any romantic feelings toward me because it wouldn't be proper. The universe worked out a way for her to attain her objective. Now that she'd attained her ultimate goal without having to admit she liked me, everything may have snapped back to normal.

There's a good chance you're not irresistible anymore.

There was only one way to find out — more testing. I considered visiting Ruma Stretta, but she had no knowledge of Haruhi's powers, and I wasn't about to share those secrets with anyone. Also, she may have gotten accustomed to my dick and learned to love it for real, apart from its irresistible power.

I considered visiting Yuki Nagato. She'd give me the answer in a second, along with a phenomenal blowjob.

You know what you really want, Kyon. Admit it.

As always, the truth bubbled to the surface. I couldn't get that sexy video of Mikuru out of my head. The fact that I'd transferred it to my phone before leaving school and watched it a dozen times may have been a contributing factor.

I went to Mikuru's place and knocked on her door.

"Hi, Kyon," she answered with a bright smile. "How did it go?"

"Things didn't turn out like I'd planned," I said. "You wouldn't believe what happened if I told you."

"Try me." She took my hand and led me into her plush, spacious apartment. We sat on the living room couch.

As I described our slipping and falling into sexual bliss after I viewed the photoshoot pictures — I didn't mention the video — Mikuru couldn't stop laughing. "That's incredible. If this accident had happened to anybody else but Miss Suzumiya, I wouldn't believe it, but with her, it's par for the course." She glanced down. "So the odds are pretty good she didn't change you."

"I don't know about that," I replied. "There's a good chance I'm back to normal if having sex with me was her ultimate goal."

"You don't know girls very well."

"That's why I'm here. Since you've been a test subject in the past, would you mind if I used you again?"

"You want to use me, huh?" She dropped to her knees between my legs. "I'd be honored."

I slid forward to the edge of the couch and gripped my zipper. "This might be a letdown."

Mikuru licked her lips. "Let me be the judge of that."

I pulled out my dick.

Mikuru blushed and turned her head away.

"No way," I said. "Am I cured?"

Mikuru groaned. "Sorry, Kyon, but that's all the willpower I could muster." She snapped her head back and took me into her mouth.

I intertwined my fingers behind my neck and reclined as the red-haired beauty gently sucked me off yet again. Once she finished, she hugged my legs and lovingly kissed my balls. Then she gazed up at me with a wet smile and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

"Your penis is so amazing. In fact, I think it's more beautiful than ever now."

Having Mikuru in a state of peak susceptibility and minimal modesty, I felt moved to show her something. "Did you know about this?" I took out my phone and played the video of her in the shower. "This is really hot."

Mikuru shot me a sly smile. "Yes. I noticed the flashing red light on the camera when she pretended not to shoot this."

"So you knew?"

"Of course. And I'm flattered that you like it. Is this your way of asking me to dance naked for you in person?"

Busted.

"I suppose. Would you?"

"You still don't understand the power you have over me, do you? I'll do anything I can think of to win your favor."

"You'd dance naked for me just to get on my good side?"

"Absolutely." She rose and unbuttoned her blouse.

"But it doesn't seem fair."

"What do you mean?" She slipped off her shorts.

"There's really nothing special about my penis. It's actually normal except for the curse Haruhi put on it."

Mikuru removed her bra. "That's where you're wrong." After sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them to the side, the nude beauty proudly clasped her wrist behind her back. "You couldn't comprehend what your penis does for me."

"What does it do?"

"It's a combination of things that are hard to describe."

"Can you try?"

"Okay." Mikuru paused. "The feeling is like looking at a breathtaking sunset or a magnificent work of art — multiplied by ten. As for my desire to have it, it's like I've spent the week walking across a desert with an empty canteen and you're offering me a cool glass of water. Words can't adequately describe it." She sat next to me and took my hand. "I understand why you think it's not fair, and that you're cursed, but that's where you're wrong. You should think of it more like hitting the lotto jackpot, and now you've got lots of resources to help out your female friends."

"Would you be sitting next to me naked if it weren't for this power?"

Mikuru tilted her head. "I don't know. You never asked me to strip naked for you before. I might have." She pointed to the video playing on my phone. "I've been known to do crazy things now and then."

She rose, pulled me up, and led me to a bathroom that featured an impressive glass-walled walk-in shower. She turned the jets on full blast to let the steam rise.

"If it's okay with you," she said, "I'm going to dance for you first, and then, I was hoping you'd join me."

"I could definitely use a good rinse."

A pleased smile lit up her face. "Good."

"Why are you being so ridiculously sexy?"

"Girls are keenly aware of the competition out there, so we'll go above and beyond to get what we want." She stepped into the stream to soak herself, then turned and wiggled her bottom. "Would you please scrub my back?"

I had a hell of a fun time sexually using Mikuru Asahina, plus I got to take a sorely needed shower. My gorgeous hostess went out of her way to help me clean my penis to the best of her ability, using soap, her breasts, and her tongue.

Afterward, as we sat on the couch, dressed in cotton robes, sipping tea spiked with Kahlua poured from an uncracked bottle, I asked her another question. "Did you enjoy having sex with me, or would you rather suck me off?"

"Sex is okay. I mean, it's really wonderful. Don't get me wrong. But that's just orgasm-grade fun. Nothing beats the rush of drinking in the full beauty of your penis with my tongue, nose, and eyes, up close and personal." She giggled. "And the taste of your semen is out of this world." She took a sip of her tea. "This stuff tastes like sewer water in comparison."

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After leaving Mikuru's apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I truly loved the girl as a special friend, and I know she cared for me in the same way, but everything felt different now. Despite Mikuru's claims, she wasn't herself around me.

I'd won her attention, love, and admiration without doing any work — because of him.

To be honest, she wasn't in love with me at all. She was in love with my guy. Now, at last, I finally understood why all these girls referred to my penis as a separate individual. In a way, he really was. None of these hotties truly cared about me. They wanted to hang out with him.

This sudden realization made me extremely jealous.

Once again, the power of my penis had led to corruption. It corrupted me and messed up an extraordinary relationship with a special friend. The video of Mikuru's striptease in the shower sparked my fantasies, and I used my power to make my dreams come true. Under normal circumstances, I would have kept my fantasies to myself.

"Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely," Lord Byron once said. How much was I going to let this power corrupt me?

Turns out, I was just getting started.