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Chapter 22: Riddles

Ruma didn't make it to our morning shower rendezvous, which was fine with me and totally expected. Tsuruya didn't make it to school either.

Haruhi Suzumiya did.

"How was your weekend?" I casually asked the girl sitting in the desk behind me. "Did you do anything interesting?"

"Not really," she replied without missing a beat. "I did some homework and read a book. You?"

"Pretty much the same," I replied, trying to be just as casual. "I think I watched some anime. I don't remember much else. You know how it is."

Haruhi looked out the window and didn't answer. After a short pause, her eyes met mine. "Have you ever walked into a room with the intent of looking for something but you totally forget what you came in to look for?"

"Sure," I said. "That's happened to me."

"Then, about ten minutes later, you remember again?"

I wasn't sure what she was trying to tell me, but I played along. "Happens all the time."

The class bell rang and we gave our attention to our homeroom teacher Mr. Okabe.

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Angie Nigahara also showed up on Monday. She'd served her two weeks in detention. The psychiatrists said she wasn't a suicide risk anymore and allowed her to return to school. She accosted me in the hallway between classes.

"Hey, Kyon. How's it going?"

"Good to see you," I said. "Are you feeling better?"

She pulled me to the side and whispered, "Can I please suck your dick again?"

Angie hadn't experienced my dick since I started the Mop Club, so her desire to have me wasn't as intense. "Can it wait a few days? You know how crazy school is."

She frowned. "But that's so long. You promised."

"I did?"

"Well, sort of."

"You've waited two weeks. Can you hang on just a little bit more?"

"I suppose." She looked down at her shoes. "By the way, thank you for saving my life again."

I gave her a hug. "No problem."

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My midday meeting with Mikuru didn't last long. As usual, I wolfed down my lunch and trotted up to the club room to find a gorgeous nude redhead on her knees, cupping her magnificent globes in anticipation. When her breasts enveloped my dick, it was as if she'd wrapped them around a high-intensity electric power line. She held on valiantly as she rubbed and sucked my guy toward climax.

During the process, she often pulled off and emoted, "Oh, my," or "Oh, boy," as orgasms wracked her frame. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to come into her mouth and all over her body.

Spent, she lay back on the ground with her knees up and ankles spread. "It should be illegal for titty-sex to feel that good," she gasped.

I reached down and patted her knee. "Don't worry. I understand. Let's skip tomorrow."

She nodded. "Thank you."

Since our afternoon session ended so quickly, I walked to the cafeteria to hang out with my friends. In the corner, sitting alone at a table, I spied Haruhi studying a book. I considered joining her for a moment, but it wasn't something I often did. Besides, I'd already wolfed down my lunch before my meeting with Mikuru and I know Haruhi preferred to eat alone.

She looked different in a wonderful way but I couldn't place why. Then it struck me. Her hair ribbon. She'd moved it from the standard spot atop her head where it framed her gorgeous face and she'd used it to bind her hair into a ponytail. She hadn't done something like that since our first weeks of class when she tied her hair off differently each day. It was very odd.

I walked up to her. "I like it," I said. "I mean, it looks nice. The ponytail."

Haruhi glanced up from the book. "Did you lose something?"

Even for Haruhi that was a more rude response than normal. I replied, "No."

She returned her gaze to the book and I walked off.

Very odd.

I sat down with my friends Kunikida and Taniguchi and we shot the breeze until the bell rang.

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Yuki Nagato didn't make it to my Art Class meeting although she did attend the SOS Brigade Club meeting afterward. When I sat at my spot at the table and turned to look at her, she glanced back and read my mind. In a move that I would have considered out of character not that long ago, she wiggled her bottom and winked.

Her response told me she had a butt-plug firmly lodged up her ass with its hologram generating feature disengaged. She felt fine sexually and didn't require my services.

I shifted my gaze to our brigade leader who surfed the web at her commander's desk. Haruhi's hair ribbon had moved back to its regular spot. Her ponytail had vanished.

Mikuru was absent.

"Miss Asahina told me earlier that she wasn't feeling very good," Koizumi informed us.

I spent the club meeting playing chess with Koizumi.

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Ruma managed to make it to the shower Tuesday morning, but she looked pale and gaunt. She accepted regular sex, which was less intense for her than oral, and she stumbled off once we finished. I felt horrible for the girl. One of North High's most attractive sluts couldn't perform at her usual levels because I'd fried her pleasure centers.

Homeroom found me sitting in front of Haruhi again. Once again, the hair ribbon graced her head in its standard configuration. We didn't speak much as Haruhi looked out the window. I hadn't decided exactly what I wanted to do this coming weekend and I wanted to make a habit of giving the suggested Mop Club meeting time each Wednesday.

I considered asking her why she'd worn a ponytail the previous day, but deep down I knew it was something I needed to figure out on my own. I sensed that the Mop Club's official mop was sending me a message and it was my job to decipher it.

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Thanks to Mikuru's near-overdose the previous day, I had my lunch period off. Which sucked because my morning adventure with Ruma wasn't anything to write home about. It was becoming obvious that Haruhi wanted me to herself and the universe was helping her by wiping out the competition.

I recalled yesterday's image of my Minion sitting at her lunch table alone, her trademark ribbon ponytailing her hair. I deduced that this new behavior was somehow related to last Saturday's Mop Club meeting and my christening of Haruhi Suzumiya as the club's new mop.

As I ate my lunch with Taniguchi and Kunikida, Haruhi walked into the cafeteria. To my surprise, she'd once again pulled her hair into a ponytail, and as usual, it looked hot. Haruhi the Official Mop Club mop, wrapped in protective clothing between uses. I loved the imagery.

And I would have loved to tell her but the sting of yesterday's rebuke remained fresh in my mind. What had she said again? "Did you lose something?" What was that about?

My mind drifted to our homeroom conversation earlier that day. "Have you ever walked into a room with the intent of looking for something but you totally forget what you came in to look for? Then, about ten minutes later, you remember again."

Walking into a room and forgetting… for ten minutes… No fucking way…

I'd figured it out. "Guys," I said. "I need a sheet of paper and something to write with. Now."

Kunikida fished into his pockets and pulled out a piece of paper while Taniguchi managed to come up with a pencil.

I quickly filed through my memories and tore off a rectangular slice of the paper. I checked the clock, wrote 'Room 101, 12:25PM, 10 minute meeting,' and walked over to Haruhi's table.

Upon my arrival, she didn't look up. I dropped the note in the crease between the pages of her book and stepped back. She glanced at the note sideways, then at the clock, and she nodded.

I had three minutes to get to Room 101. I made it in forty seconds. As expected, the room was empty during lunch period as Okabe played handball.

Haruhi entered right on time.

I closed and locked the door. "The Mop Club is officially in session for a ten-minute meeting."

Instantly Haruhi's demeanor changed and a smile lit up her face. "Good afternoon, Mr. President." She rushed toward me, we held each other and kissed. When we parted, she moved to unbutton her blouse.

"Hang on," I said. "Since we're rushed for time, the club's official mop can remain partially wrapped."

Haruhi bent over a nearby school desk and flipped up her skirt. She wore no panties. "Whatever you say, Mr. President."

Wow.

I dropped my pants and went to town fucking Haruhi doggy-style. Since we were both horny as hell, we climaxed together less than five minutes later. As usual, Haruhi voiced her appreciation loudly.

"Say, Minion, is there any way you can lower your voice when you come?"

"I'll do what I can, Mr. President." She held my waist—"But it's hard for me to control."—and kissed me. "That was fun. Thanks."

My shoe tapped the ridge of the puddle spreading on the floor. "What should we do about this mess?"

She pointed at the clock. Ten minutes had elapsed.

"Damn," I sighed. "Meeting adjourned."

Haruhi took a deep breath, and her visage hardened. She cleared her throat, brushed off her skirt, and strolled into the hallway her regular North High coed self. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, the activities of the previous ten minutes had been expunged from her memory as if they'd never happened.

I did my best to clean up the mess with paper towels.