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Chapter Seventeen: Overdose

At last, I was free of the curse. After spending all day Saturday fucking the Mop Club's Number One Minion, my dick had returned to normal. All the power it once held had dissipated into the ether.

Yeah. In my dreams!

I knew better. My three previous sperm-spewing sessions with this universe's oblivious goddess taught me well. After spending an inordinate amount of time violating Haruhi's orifices and injecting inhuman amounts of semen into them, I figured my dick now glowed with radioactive heat. In fact, when I got home I sneaked into the bathroom and turned off the lights to see if it emitted any radiation in the visible spectrum. To my surprise, it didn't.

I knew tests were in order, but I couldn't work up the nerve or energy to call Yuki or Mikuru. The day's events had drained me. When my head hit the pillow, the lights went out.

I'd find out soon enough whether or not anything changed since I'd scheduled my weekly torture-fest with Tsuruya on Sunday at 10:00 AM. As I rode the train to our rendezvous, I thought about clerk Kobi and the instructions he'd been given regarding special guest John Smith.

Would Kobi tell Miss Jones about Miss Miller and the inordinate amount of time this smoking-hot brunette and I spent together in the Honeymoon Suite? Would he comment on the unnatural volume of the messes we made? Would he show the building's owner security camera footage of the Mop Club's president, its Number One Minion, and their mascot (an unused cotton-stranded mop) navigating the halls?

Or, perhaps, would Tsuruya find out what Haruhi and I ordered for lunch and dinner? Would she see the bill for my minion's shiny new collar?

I knew the answers to all these questions. Tsuruya had no interest in any of that stuff. She knew I had other girls in my harem and she didn't care. She felt secure knowing our unique relationship transcended those others.

Still, when I opened the door to the S&M room and saw Tsuruya sitting in the corner on a stool, naked but for a black leather collar, her arms hugging her chest, her legs crossed, her foot tapping the floor nervously, I found it difficult to work up the will to torture her. Normally, I transmuted the anxiety and guilt I'd felt throughout the week into the anger required to fulfill my sadistic role. Today, I felt different.

I stepped before her, smiled, and playfully pinched her nipples. "Top of the morning, pretty lady."

Tsuruya shook her head. "Is this going to be one of those days again, Boss?" She glanced at the door. "Is someone bringing flowers?"

"Not today." I curled my index finger through the metal loop of her collar, pulled her to the center of the floor, and bound her spread-eagle, face-down with the leather cuffs and ropes made available for that purpose. Then I fastened a custom leather blindfold with a triangular cutout for the nose over her eyes and thoughtfully greased up her anus.

She tensed when I rubbed her shapely bare bottom.

"I want you to tell me if this feels any different." I unsheathed my radioactive dick and plunged it deep into her ass.

Tsuruya screamed and shuddered as if she'd stuck her finger in a light socket, instantly orgasming multiple times. The shaking continued as I humped her. Once I finished emptying myself into the girl's colon, I pulled out and sat cross-legged opposite her head.

Her cheek rested on the hardwood floor, her open mouth drooled, and her lungs heaved for air. "Holy shit, Boss. What did you do to me? That was incredible."

"Take a look." I removed the blindfold.

After craning her neck forward while slowly blinking her eyes, she focused on my appendage. "Oh, my god. What did you do to him?"

"What do you mean?"

Instead of replying, Tsuruya opened wide and stuck her tongue out toward my shaft like a parched desert traveler seeking water — even though it was more than a foot out of reach. She tugged mightily against her restraints and tried to slide toward me. "Please, Boss."

I sighed. "That's what I figured." I scooted forward and laid my dick on her tongue. She came twice from pleasuring me orally before I sprayed another sizable load of cream into her mouth and belly.

Her first word after I pulled my dick back was, "More," which I dutifully gave her.

By the end of our session, Tsuruya lost consciousness from climaxing so often and with so much intensity. With help from Kobi and a member of the hotel staff, I was able to transfer her to a standard room so she could sleep it off.

My session with Tsuruya begged the question, could I maintain a normal sexual relationship with another girl while regularly fucking Haruhi Suzumiya? Not that I considered my relationships with Ruma, Mikuru, Yuki, and Tsuruya "normal" by any measure. But I had to be honest with myself. Haruhi had transferred her essence to my pole. This essentially made me a pimp who kept his harem hooked by dispensing the drug produced by his magical penis.

The prospect of focusing all my sexual energy exclusively on Haruhi didn't bother me. However, I had four, maybe five girls if I included Angie, who were addicted to my dick.

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Monday morning found me taking my regular morning shower with Ruma Stretta. Our get-together left her so exhausted from orgasming many multiple times, she could barely lift her firm tattooed butt off the tile floor. As was the case with Tsuruya, Ruma even came twice while blowing me, which didn't make sense in the normal world but made total sense in Haruhi's universe.

Mikuru's breasts couldn't handle my dick either. Her titty-fucks felt heavenly, but she had to skip out to another time plane temporarily until the sensitivity of her globes reduced to the point where she could cover them. Who knows how much time she spent masturbating by fondling herself?

By the end of the day, I knew letting Yuki blow me in art class was a horrible idea so I had a heart-to-heart talk with the girl. I explained what had happened this past weekend and the effect my dick had on the other girls.

Thanks to Yuki's human interface origins, I believed that I had managed to get through to her.

I made it through art class alone, but the quality of my painting suffered. When my teacher Miss Kakumatsu remarked that my work lacked its usual vibrancy, I considered asking her to take the place of the naked cutie that normally spent the class period sucking my dick. But I decided against it.

Later that evening, this same invisible cutie sneaked into my home and into bed with me. I didn't notice Yuki's soft familiar lips wrapped around my penis until I woke from gushing a load of semen down her throat. I'd be lying if I said I minded that wakeup call. Still, her irrational behavior weighed on me.

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As for Haruhi Suzumiya, her behavior was totally predictable. With the mop no longer in the club room but leaning up against the wall in my garage, her sighing ceased and our SOS Brigade meetings returned back to normal.

She'd made the nature of our alternating leadership roles crystal clear. Mop Club activities existed in their own hermetically sealed space apart from SOS Brigade and school activities, and I was not allowed to mention them. She'd only given me permission to mention two things: Mop Club meeting times and corresponding Mop Club meeting locations.

Unsurprisingly, this gave Haruhi complete control over the schedule, at least theoretically. If she didn't like a time or place I suggested, she could veto my proposal by claiming it conflicted with school or SOS Brigade time. Also, I assumed Mop Club meetings could not occur in school or in the club room. In other words, I couldn't schedule a quickie after an SOS Brigade meeting.

Though I planned to test my assumptions (and would later learn they missed the mark by a thousand miles), at this point I didn't want to rock the boat.

When I handed Haruhi a note in homeroom on Wednesday that read simply, "Saturday-8AM-Park bench," her nod of approval buoyed me. Then she crumpled up the paper, stuffed it in her bag, and looked out the window as if nothing special had happened.

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By the end of the week, the girls in my harem needed help. Extending the drug analogy, they were overdosing.

Tsuruya didn't make it back to school on Monday and she kept her distance from me throughout the week after coming back on Wednesday.

Constant exposure to my super-dick fried Ruma's brain and body. Her spotty class attendance got even worse as did her attitude. After getting physically drained each morning, she dragged herself through the halls of North High like a zombie. Her regulars who could always count on a quickie or a blowjob, got reduced to nothing, which in turn meant her lunch funds got reduced to nothing as well. The addiction left her powerless, yet I didn't have the heart to deny her.

Mikuru's time travel skills allowed her to recover, but over-stimulation took its toll. Because of all the days she spent away from the my time plane to recover, the girl literally aged before my eyes (admittedly, into her very hot older self, but still…)

Yuki's ability to plug into the Data Integration Thought Entity and the eternal nature of her existence helped her cope, but I worried when she spent less time reading and more time sneaking peeks at my pants. I couldn't justify having a constantly climaxing girl in my art class shaking my desk and softly moaning, so I went to bed an hour early each night to compensate for her nightly surprise wakeup blowjobs which were the bomb by the way, but I knew I wasn't doing her any favors.

I wanted a solution and I wanted it badly, and this made me glad. As Haruhi had said, "When you focus your desires on something long enough and with enough intensity, it's bound to appear in your real life." I had faith in this adage now and it didn't let me down.