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Chapter Nineteen: Technology

The week's SOS Brigade meetings were uneventful. Haruhi fulfilled her role as brigade leader at her standard level of competence and energy. In fact, she remained her normal self throughout the entire week, not only in club meetings but also during school time. Aside from her quick acknowledgment of our upcoming Saturday morning meeting, she didn't hint that anything at all had changed in the course of her universe. Considering what we'd done the previous Saturday, this was surreal.

Though I tried my best to match her stoicism, I didn't fare as well. I'd considered Haruhi an extremely beautiful girl since the first day I met her, and I made that assessment while she had her clothes on. Now that I was intimately familiar with every square inch of what lurked beneath that North High uniform, I couldn't keep my eyes in their sockets. My imagination kept pretending that her clothes no longer existed. This reaction might seem odd since I regularly banged four other hotties, but viewing their nude forms didn't match the rush of viewing my nude minion.

After Haruhi officially closed the Friday meeting, I considered reminding her of the Mop Club meeting the next day, in several hours actually. But I knew I didn't have to. Like me, she wouldn't miss that meeting for the world. In fact, I assumed she'd arrive early.

Now that I was the president, she couldn't yell at me for not beating her to the park bench. I could even get away with being late. Hell, if I wanted to, I could make her pay for lunch. The power of the presidency was heady.

But I knew better than to squander that asset. I wanted her to know that I took my Mop Club President duties seriously. I wasn't going to wing it. I had a great day planned for my Minion. Using the knowledge I'd gleaned from our inaugural meeting, I arranged a great outing, and I was one hundred percent certain Haruhi was going to love it.

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I rested in my bed late Friday night with my fingers intertwined behind my head. A now-familiar bulge raised the sheets at the foot of the bed and moved toward me.

"Hello, Yuki."

She didn't reply. Instead, she deftly pulled my penis through the slit in my pajamas and took it into her mouth. As usual, Yuki's blowjob was phenomenal. I shuddered from the bliss induced by her lips.

As I reached for the polarizing glasses on my nightstand, Yuki slid up next to me. She curled into my side and looked at me with content chipmunk cheeks.

"Savoring the flavor?"

She nodded. I brushed a few strands of hair off her forehead with one hand and rubbed her shapely bare bottom with the other. "Thanks for the B.J.. That was wonderful."

Several swallows cleared her mouth. She wiggled her hips. "Do you want to use me?"

"Always," I replied. "But not right now. I need to save my energy." I patted her bum. "I was wondering if I could borrow your hologram generator for a few hours."

"For your Mop Club meeting with Haruhi Suzumiya?"

"Would that be a problem? Do I need to calibrate it to her body or anything?"

"No… and maybe." Yuki reached back, took a deep breath, and materialized.

I removed my glasses to see the unfiltered version of my alien friend.

"Here." She handed me the device.

The buttplug hologram generator was about as long as my index finger but a good bit thicker. It looked like a chrome-plated mini-torpedo. I sniffed the thing.

"It's self-sanitizing," Yuki said.

For those wondering, it smelled like a stainless steel fork freshly pulled out of a dishwasher.

"Let me guess," I said. "This goes up her ass."

"Yes. Once it recognizes a new host it will sample her DNA and recalibrate." She paused and bit her lip. "It comes with an accessory kit. Would you like me to retrieve it?"

"Could you?"

"Please." Yuki got on all fours on the top of my bed, turned her bum toward me, and spread her knees.

I got the message. "Will this hurt?"

"No."

Yuki moaned as I slowly pushed the torpedo deep into her butt. She disappeared from view moments after the plug's flared end seated in her anus.

"Ten minutes," said a disembodied voice.

The window in my bedroom opened and let in the breeze. Ten minutes later, a black case donning an engraved "Z" logo floated through the open window and the window closed. The indentation of Yuki's legs deformed my mattress. The case floated over them.

I put on my glasses. Kneeling on my bed in all her naked wonder, Yuki Nagato held the case in her lap.

I ran my fingertips over it. "What's the 'Z' stand for?"

"Zork Technologies, the manufacturer of the device."

She opened the case, revealing a myriad of accessories, some of which I recognized.

"The device alters the molecular characteristics of the skin of the carbon-based life form using it." She reached into the case and pulled out a metallic silver band. "Miss Suzumiya will need this."

I held the band in my fingers and noted its elastic quality. It reminded me of one of my sister's scrunchies. "For her hair?"

"Yes."

I reached into the case and grabbed what looked to be the user manual. The cover read Zork Technologies, Hologram Generator, Anal Edition. I leafed through its pages. "Wow, this thing's got everything you could think of… iPhone interface, sole reinforcement, temperature control…" I raised my eyebrows. "... orgasm enhancement." I chuckled. "I bet you like keeping that setting turned up."

"I do."

"This thing must use a ton of power. How long will the batteries last on a charge?"

"One Zork-month." She paused. "Two human years."

I rested my hand on Yuki's thigh. "Thanks. This is really cool."

"I didn't bring clothes."

I chuckled because someone as resourceful as Yuki could find a hundred different ways to get home unnoticed.

"I guess you'll have to spend the night with me then." I waved my finger. "But you have to spend it sleeping."

She frowned.

"Okay, you can do what you like, but I need to stay asleep. I really need to be rested for tomorrow."

"Understood."

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Yuki kept her word. I'm not sure how she did it. She may have emitted Theta waves or something, but I slept like a log — a log that dreamed he had a cute naked girl sucking on his penis all night.

She watched me from beneath the sheets as I got dressed.

"You can hang out here if you'd like," I told her. "My mom works double shifts on the weekends and there's nothing in my bedroom for my little sister."

She shot me an imperceptible smile from underneath the blanket. "I'll wait here for your return."

I hustled down the stairs with my sport bag slung over my shoulder. On my way out the door, I considered stopping in the garage for the mop. I hadn't used it yet and, at this point, I supposed it wasn't really meant to be used. It was really more of a mascot or a symbol.

Besides, when it came to symbolic mops, Yuki had given me a much better idea.