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Chapter 24: Gifts

The next morning, it surprised me to see Ruma in the shower. After stripping naked to join me in the water stream, she dropped to her knees, hugged my legs, and kissed my dick and balls like she hadn't seen them for weeks.

"Please, Kyon," she said between smooches. "I can't take this part-time stuff. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to live with you. I'll be your sex slave. I'll do anything it takes. I won't even care if you fuck Haruhi on the side."

"What did bring up Haruhi?"

"Everyone knows you two got something freaky going on. But I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore…" She licked my sausage. "… but him."

"You know I can't devote that much time to you," I said, "but I've got something that might help tide you over between showers." I retrieved one of the silicone dicks from a nearby locker, returned to the shower, and lowered it to her lips. "A special gift just for you."

I didn't know what to expect. Part of me—most of me, actually—expected her to laugh in my face. But that didn't happen.

Ruma blinked a few times and her eyes widened. "Hey… It's him." She took the dick into her hands. "It's exactly him, except that he's made of plastic."

"Silicone, actually. Give him a taste."

She licked the mold and put it in her mouth. Her face lit up. She closed her eyes and sucked the silicone version of me like it was real.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"He's fantastic." She rubbed her vagina. "Can I put him anywhere I want?"

It encouraged me to hear her refer to the mold as him.

"Of course. Go to town."

She spread her knees, raised her torso, and eased the dick mold deep inside herself. With a squeal of joy and a shiver that bounced her breasts, she said, "This is great."

"I need to get to homeroom. Will you be all right?"

Teary-eyed and sighing, Ruma replied, "Uh-huh." She clenched her eyes shut, rolled onto her side, lifted her legs, and moaned as steaming water drenched her body.

I went to my locker and changed. As I buttoned my shirt, Ruma made love to the mold.

This is going to work.

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Since I'd finished with Ruma early, I got to homeroom before Haruhi arrived. I wondered what to expect. Could anything pierce the sober veneer of this North High schoolgirl and leader of the SOS Brigade? After last night's craziness, would some of Minion-Haruhi's personality bleed through?

If you guessed the answer "Hell no" to those questions, you'd be right. Despite leaving Haruhi a giggling, blubbering, cum-covered mess the night before, the girl strolled into the classroom as if nothing happened. And, no, she hadn't tied her hair into a ponytail.

I knew the rules, so I didn't broach the subject. Instead, I said, "Good morning."

She met my eyes and replied, "Good morning to you too," before turning her attention to the cloudy sky outside the window. "They say it's going to rain today. I was really looking forward to playing tennis."

"For P.E.?"

"Of course. I'm not going to play tennis during World History."

I shrugged. "Oh, right."

Not even a hint of change. Still, something was different. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

I bent forward and glanced at her legs. Aha… Full-length stockings. Busted!

I tried my best to suppress a smile, and mostly managed it.

Haruhi tried her best to suppress a smile as well and mostly managed it too.

"I'm sorry…" I paused. "…about, you know, the weather messing up your tennis plans and all."

A genuine smile formed on her lips as she ran her fingers over her collarbone. "It's fine. A little rain never hurt anyone."

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Mikuru's titty fucks normally occupied my lunchtime slot, but I had a feeling today's meeting would be brief. I'd have more than enough time for a quick gymnasium detour.

"I'm glad you came," Angie said when I snuck toward her under the bleachers with my hand behind my back. "I honestly didn't think you'd show up."

I brought my hand forward and presented Angie with an elegant white gift box. "For you."

"What's this?" She shook the box.

"It's a life-sized mold of my dick."

"This is a joke, right?" She frowned and opened the container. I expected more grief when she looked inside and realized I wasn't kidding, but when she beheld the copy of my penis, her eyes lit up just like Ruma's had. "Holy cow. It's beautiful."

"Is it like you remembered it?"

"Exactly." She ran her fingertip along the top. "I remember how this vein dented my lip." She looked up. "What should I do with it?"

"Anything you want. It all yours, a gift from me."

"Should I suck on it like I sucked you on the roof?"

"Sure, why not?"

She put the head of the dick in her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip. "This is incredible," she said, garbling her words. A peep followed and goosebumps covered her skin.

"Are you okay?"

She pulled the dick out of her mouth. "I'm getting really wet."

"Why don't you head to the woman's locker room and play with it in a stall?"

"You wouldn't be offended if I took off without blowing you?"

"No. Not at all."

"Oh, right. You've got Haruhi."

I shrugged.

"Thanks, Kyon. You're the best." She hugged me and ran off.

Unbelievable. Just like that, she'd forgotten all about my real life irresistible penis. I extracted myself from under the bleachers and jogged to the clubroom.

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When I opened the clubroom door (after my secret knock unlocked it), a gorgeous kneeling nude redhead awaited me.

She cupped her breasts and lifted them. "Hi, Kyon."

When I moved my hands to my zipper, she closed her eyes and tensed.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes." She looked down. "It's just that your guy has become so… formidable. It's like I'm putting my breasts around a curling iron and the hotter it gets, the more pleasure I feel."

I squinted. "You look older."

"I spent an extra day in my time plane. I needed more than one day off to recuperate from your last titty-fuck."

I reached into my bookbag and pulled out an elegant white box. "Before we get down to business, I have a gift for you."

Mikuru took the box with a wide smile. When she opened it, just like Angie and Ruma, her eyes widened. "Is this what I think it is?" She lifted the dick and balls out of the box and moved it around in her hands.

"It's a life-sized replica of my equipment."

She held the semi-rigid silicone shaft between her breasts and squealed. "This is amazing."

"Does it feel real?"

"No. Well, sort of. It feels a lot like the real thing but without the crazy intensity. It's like the curling iron is set on warm, not ultra-blazing, know what I mean?"

"I think I do."

She rolled onto her side and pulled up her legs. As I watched with wonder, she eased the fake dick into her vagina. "Oh man," she gasped. "It's a perfect fit."

"I'm going to head to the cafeteria and hang with my buds. Will you be okay?"

Mikuru's eyes rolled up into her eyelids before she closed them. As she sensually fucked herself, her head gently nodded. I left the moaning beauty on the floor with her gift.

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I trotted down the Arts Building steps at full speed. When I reached the ground floor, Tsuruya stood near the stairwell exit door, her back against the wall, a knee raised. Her gorgeous hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"Hi, Kyon," she said. I found her warm greeting disturbing.

"Hey," I replied. "Glad to see you back at school."

"Did you just finish playing with Mikuru?"

"I suppose." She looked at the floor and was about to speak when I held up my palm. "Before you say anything, there's something I want to give you." I reached into my book bag and handed her a white box.

She turned it in her hands. "What's this?"

"A special gift. I was thinking of you when I made it."

"Honestly?"

"No lie. Text me if you want to cancel our meeting this Sunday."

She gave me a confused look before nodding. "Okay." She lifted the lid.

I continued on my way.

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I sat down at my regular cafeteria table with my buds Taniguchi and Kunkida. Across the room, Haruhi sat alone at her usual spot. Her orange-yellow hair ribbon sexily bound her hair into a ponytail while tan stockings hugged her shapely legs.

As I chatted with my friends, I checked out Haruhi from a distance. Her ensemble looked incredibly hot. It didn't help that my brain kept picturing her in full-nude Mop mode.

She looked up and noticed me staring at her. Though our eyes only met for a moment, we communicated volumes.

You look fantastic, Minion, and I'm thinking of you.

I know you are, Mr. President, and I'm available for a meeting. She crossed her legs.

A subtle shake of my head. I appreciate your offer, but not today.

I understand, sir. Her legs uncrossed and her gaze returned to her book.

I continued conversing with my friends.

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Once again, I attended my Art Class alone. I had high hopes that my muse might join me one last time, but when I placed the polarizing lenses over my eyes, the space beneath my desk remained empty. After class let out, I took my time cleaning up my easel and brushes. Once everyone else had left the classroom, I put my lenses back on and was pleased to see Yuki Nagato standing at the door.

I waved for the invisible nude alien to join me.

She strolled in and stepped beside my chair. "You wanted to meet?"

"I wanted you to know something." I cupped her breasts. "I miss your awesome body, and your spectacular blowjobs."

"I will never deny you if you ask." She clasped her hands over her bum, arched her back, and thrust her breasts forward.

"And I'd never deny you either, but, as you know, things are changing. You're not addicted anymore." I rubbed her bare bottom. Her cheeks vibrated in my hand. "Damn, what do you have this thing set at?"

"Level five."

I shook my head. "Look, I want to work out a deal."

She tilted her head. Her expression asked, What do you have in mind?

"I want to trade you this…" I handed her a white box. "…for this." I tapped the buttplug hologram generator with my finger.