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Chapter Ten - Reversal of Fortune

After attending my morning Journalism class, I came home to a shocking view. First of all, let me explain about school. Being married to an internationally known model who made millions, I didn't need to work. But I didn't want to hang around the house all day like a slug while Haruhi did her Reverse-Style appearances and photo shoots.

So I started taking classes downtown for Writing, Video Production, and Journalism. I completed most of my classwork remotely at home, but three times a week I went in for live classes. Normally, when I came home, I had the apartment to myself. I usually spent the time tanking up on calories, so Haruhi got enough nutrition for her penis-sourced lunch. It also kept me from passing out.

Today, when I got home, Haruhi was waiting for me on the couch. I knew something was wrong when I saw how crazily she'd dressed. The clothes she stole from my dresser hid her entire body, all of it. A pair of my sweatpants covered her below the waist while a sweatjacket covered her top. Additionally, a pair of my white tube socks covered her feet, white cotton gloves covered her hands, and the sweatjacket's hood covered her head.

"What's up?" I asked, trying not to seem too shocked at the view.

When Haruhi turned to face me, her cheeks were red, as if she'd been crying.

"I got fired," she told me. "It's so unfair."

I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her. "What happened?"

"You remember a couple days ago when we went out for Mexican?"

"Sure," I replied. Of course, I remembered it. Our wise Mexican chef gave me a ton of things to think about. "That was a very memorable evening."

"I know, right?" Her eyes widened. "I wore a sombrero and I got in a fight."

I rubbed my healing chin. "During which you kicked a bunch of asses."

She nodded. "Remember how we tried to run away from my fans?"

"Tried? I thought we did a pretty good job of ditching them."

"Not good enough. A few managed to follow us at a distance, with their phones out recording."

"Let me guess. Somebody recorded the ass whipping you dealt out to those guys and posted it."

"Every single minute."

"That's good, right? If they recorded every single minute, everybody knows they attacked us first and we, well you, fought back in self defense." I chuckled. "I imagine it's a pretty impressive video."

Her face lit up. "Oh, yeah. The video is awesome. I look amazing taking them out." She shadow-fought. "Jabs. Uppercuts. Side-kicks. They didn't lay a finger on me."

"But you sure got them. So what's the problem?"

Haruhi sighed. "Turns out one of those guys, the guy who sucker punched you—"

"The one you put in a hospital with a concussion, broken bones, and a ruptured spleen?"

"Yeah, that douche bag. Well, turns out he had some pretty substantial family connections. To make a long story short, my agent called today to tell me the Reverse-Style store doesn't want me representing their product anymore."

I rose and clenched my fists. "That's so wrong. All your actions were in self defense. You had every right to protect yourself. If you'd have been a normal girl who couldn't defend herself, they probably would have raped you and beat both of us to a pulp. They can't fire you for that."

"They can, and they did. I spoke to my agent and there's nothing we can do about it. It's in the contract."

I sat down. "So that's why you're wearing my sweats?"

"Yep. And you know what? They're really comfortable. I never realized how cold it was in here." She patted my leg. "Mind if I suck your dick?"

"Can it wait? I just got out of classes and haven't had anything to eat yet. If you blow me now, I might pass out."

She strolled to the kitchen and pulled an apron on over my clothes. "Let me make you something tasty. How about some curry chicken with fried rice and vegetables?"

I took a seat at the kitchen counter. "That would be fantastic."

Haruhi raided the fridge and pulled out the wok. "It feels strange to be home so early. I've been so busy with my spokeswoman career, I've forgotten about the people in my life."

"I haven't felt slighted in the least," I told her.

She counted her fingers. "That's because I suck you off each morning to wake you up, I usually suck you off for lunch, I suck you off for dinner, then at bedtime for my nightcap."

"Your dessert, topped off with chocolate."

"That's right. We see each other lots. But we've been so caught up in our own little worlds, I've been forgetting about the people who made our lives special."

I sat back in my high chair and pondered her words. What she said was totally accurate, but it wasn't her style to talk like that. Not that Haruhi didn't care about people. I'm sure she did. But personal relationships weren't a top priority. I brought to mind what Pablo, our Mexican chef, had said. If you regularly ingest your husband's life force, it's going to change you. I couldn't picture Haruhi turning into another Kyon. No way. But I did sense her hard edges softening.

"It's been six months since we all got married," Haruhi continued, "and we haven't gotten together or anything."

"You're talking about the SOS Brigade?"

"Of course."

"You're right," I said. "I spoke to Taniguchi a few times a few months back and told him to say 'Hi' to Yuki, but that's about it."

Haruhi turned on the burner. "Yuki and I never really talked. Koizumi and Mikuru have been nearly impossible to reach since she dropped off the face of the earth."

"I kind of miss them, too."

She stirred the veggies in the wok and tossed on some soy sauce. "Then it's settled. The SOS Brigade is going to start having regular meetings again. Obviously, we don't all go to the same school anymore, so we can't meet every day, but I think it would be cool if we all got together on weekends, don't you?"

"I think that's a great idea. I'd love to see everyone again."

Haruhi hopped up and down. "This is so exciting. I can't wait to see how much marriage has changed everyone."

Haruhi stirred the wok's contents like a hurricane. Before I knew it, I had a pile of super tasty food sitting in front of me.

"Eat standing up," Haruhi told me. "I want to suck your dick while you're eating."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

When I got off my seat and stood at the counter, Haruhi kneeled in front of me, pulled down my pants, and sucked my dick into her mouth.

"Real time food-to-semen conversion, huh? Do you think this will work?"

"Wye fink swo," she said around my dick. Her nodding chin generated a rush of pleasure.

"Take off my clothes in case we make a mess." She gave me a funny look. "Not the clothes I'm wearing. The clothes that belong to me that you're wearing."

Haruhi removed my dick from her mouth, ripped off the sweat pants, and sweat jacket, and returned to her pose wearing gloves and socks. She giggled when my dick twitched the sight of her perfect uncovered body.

"You don't own any underwear, do you?" I speared some broccoli with my fork and studied it.

"I don't need any." She bared her teeth and dug her incisors into my skin. "Stop messing around and eat your curry already, or else."

"Okay."

To my amazement, the process worked flawlessly. Moments after chewing a mouthful of food and swallowing it, I felt it slide through my digestive tract, convert to fluid, and spurt through my cock as tasty semen. Feeding Haruhi in real time felt like an insanely pleasurable combination of coming and urinating at the same time.

Haruhi's mouth felt incredible and her moans and smiling visage told me she enjoyed the process too.

When I finally said, "I'm done," she licked her lips and kissed my balls.

She hugged my legs and pressed my dick into her cheek. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

I nodded. "I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed that. But I hope we don't do that all the time. It's kind of draining. It doesn't feel like any of the food stayed with me."

"Okay, then we won't do it every time. We'll just add it to the list of cool things we found out by experimenting, like fucking my butt for chocolate. Which reminds me…" She rose to her feet, bent over the back of the couch, and spread her butt cheeks. I slowly eased my dick into her anus. Haruhi gasped. "Oh, damn, that feels so good."

I gently pumped her. "Really?"

"It feels like all the nerve endings in my ass got rerouted directly to my clitoris."

"That intense, huh?"

Haruhi reached her arms back. I grabbed her wrists and ramped up the thrusting. She tensed and screamed.

Then everything went black.

I woke a few minutes later, laying on top of the bed in Haruhi's arms.

I blinked my eyes open. "I overdid it, didn't I?"

She kissed my cheek. "You came in my ass, dummy. You're not supposed to do that."

I glanced down. "Did you clean me up?"

A smile lit up her face. "It tasted wonderful." She cupped my cheek with her gloved hand and kissed me. "Thanks for cheering me up, Kyon. You're the best husband in the world."

"You're not upset about getting fired anymore?"

"Nope. We've got a two-month reserve. That'll give me more than enough time to land another modeling job."

"Reverse-style?"

She rolled onto her back and raised her gloved hands and socked feet. "That's my niche."

"It's hard for me to imagine a better fit for you than the Reverse Style stores."

"The job is out there and waiting for me," she replied with a confident nod. "I'm going to get so popular, those guys are going to regret they fired me." The doorbell rang. "By the way, I ordered a couple of pizzas, just for you."

I lifted my weary head. "I can use the calories."

'Be right back." Haruhi trotted off to retrieve the food. As I watched her bare bottom disappear through the doorway, I wondered how hard the delivery guys fought each other for the right to deliver that order. She returned with two boxes and set them on the bed. "Guess what? The guy said I could have the pizzas for free if I let him squeeze my breasts."

"And you let him?"

"I'm unemployed, Kyon, so we've got to watch our spending."

I had a good laugh. "When do you want to have the first SOS Brigade meeting?" I folded up a slice and stuffed it in my mouth.

"There's no time like the present. Let's set it up for tonight." She picked up her phone. "I'll text everyone right now." She tapped on the phone screen. "Let's hope all these numbers still work." She looked up. "Do you have Taniguchi's number?"

"Sure," I said, with a modicum of surprise. Taniguchi and Haruhi had never been close, although they dated at one time, for five minutes. In the past, she considered him an annoyance. But now he was going to be an honorary member of the new SOS Brigade thanks to his marriage to Yuki. I texted her his number.

"Fantastic. We're meeting at 8:00 PM tonight." When she tapped send on the group text, my phone chimed.

"I'm looking forward to it."