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Chapter Seven - The Offensive Route

A week had elapsed since Haruhi and I had blessed Yuki with some sketchy pre-date advice, but it felt like only yesterday. Another Wednesday had arrived and, since her world had changed so dramatically, it seemed fitting to give Yuki some post-date advice too. It was Yuki's custom on "Computer Club Wednesdays" to made a quick stop in the SOS Brigade clubroom to establish her roots. She hung her cardigan over her seat back and set her book bag on her chair.

I addressed the part-time Computer Club associate as she walked past me toward the door. "Be prepared, Yuki. Things are going to be different over there."

Haruhi, who'd been happily humming and working on the lyrics of her new song, stopped and peeked over her monitor. "That's a good point, Kyon. Yeah, those guys are going to be acting weird, so be ready."

Yuki seemed confused. "Why?"

Haruhi rose to her feet. "Because men are men."

"Aren't they always?"

"What she means," I said, "is that Koji has probably been bragging non-stop. Considering how your date, um, climaxed, everyone over there is going to view you differently."

Yuki's confused expression deepened.

"None of those nerds have ever scored with a real-life 3-D girl," Haruhi said. "Especially one as cute as you. You've made Koji their hero. Plus, as an associate member, you're the Computer Club's sex symbol now."

Yuki turned toward the nude redhead rinsing cups at the tea station. "Like Mikuru?"

"No, not like Mikuru," Haruhi said. "Well, not exactly. Everyone handles the role differently. They will view you as much more than a programmer, though."

"Haruhi's right," I said. "You've turned Koji into a superstar."

"With fellatio?" Yuki frowned. "Should I go?"

"It totally depends," Haruhi said. "If you have the guts to take the offensive route, then go. But don't go if you plan on playing defense."

Yuki's expression said, What? Mine did, too.

"Here's the thing," Haruhi said. "If you go in all weak, embarrassed, and shy, you won't last. The atmosphere is going to get all weird and uncomfortable and you won't have any fun over there anymore."

"And if I'm offensive?"

"If you take the offensive route, you'll be telling everyone, 'This is me. I'm Yuki-Fucking-Nagato and I sucked his dick. Deal with it.'"

I shook my head. "I don't see Nagato being quite that vocal."

"I didn't mean it literally. I meant it as a figure of speech. She's got to project that attitude." Haruhi scanned the room. "Hang on. I know what'll work." She ripped open the sports duffel bag, pulled out a set of volleyball kneepads, and handed them to Yuki. "When you feel things getting strange — and they will get strange — show them these. It'll clear the air." She demonstrated by holding them high with hand on hip. "These kneepads will tell those nerds, louder than words, that you're owning who you are and you're fine with it."

Yuki emptied her book bag, stacked its contents neatly on her chair, and placed the kneepads in the bag. Before leaving the room, she turned and said, "Thank you."

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As she strolled down the hall to the Computer Club room, Yuki did her best to process Haruhi's advice. Had Koji really shared the intimate details of their date? Having this knowledge, would his four club mates start acting strangely? Would she really become the Computer Club's sex symbol? Like Mikuru Asahina?

"Offense."

She patted the bag, stiffened her spine, and marched forward.

When she stepped into the room, all activity ceased and ten male eyes locked onto her.

After an awkward moment of silence, Koji stood and bowed. "Hi, Yuki."

The other guys stood and bowed. "Hello, Miss Nagato."

Yuki considered their behavior. It was strange. Very strange.

"Offense," she said to herself, recalling Haruhi's advice. She reached into her bag, pulled out the contents, and held them high. "I brought kneepads. Would anyone like fellatio?"

Everyone's mouth dropped open. The room fell into a crypt-like silence for about a minute.

Yuki stood her ground.

The Computer Club president stepped in front of his desk. "I believe I speak for everyone here when I say… Hell, yes!"

A small smile formed on Yuki's lips. "Okay." She turned to lock the door, then moved to the center of the room. The guys gawked in amazed silence as the Computer Club's associate member unbuttoned her blouse.

Koji filled the audio void with a cheer. "Go Yuki." Clap. "Go Yuki." Clap. Everyone immediately joined in.

Yuki slowed the pace of her striptease and poured on the sex, copying the moves of a pro she'd seen perform in one of her research videos. Her skirt, shoes, socks, and bra erotically disappeared into her bag.

The men maintained their chant as she finished her dance by sliding her panties off her wiggling bare bottom, down her legs, and off her feet. With all her clothing safely tucked away, the nude girl slipped on the pads, dropped to her knees, and asked, "Who's first?"

When nobody spoke up, Yuki pointed at the club president. When he hesitated, she curled her pointing finger into a hook, and motioned, "Come here." He obediently stepped into the batter's box.

Yuki lowered his zipper and pulled his dick into her mouth. Four underlings formed a circle around their leader while clapping the Yuki chant, and cheered when he exploded into her mouth with knee-wobbling force moments later.

Yuki was more than capable of processing his offering, but the president, likely experiencing his first real-life blowjob, couldn't handle the intensity of the experience. He pulled back and sprayed much of his load onto the kneeling girl.

She wiped her mouth clean and said, "Next."

The petite beauty continued her drive down the offensive route. At first, over-spray was a common occurrence, but by the end of the club period, everyone improved, including Yuki. She learned to refine her technique, customizing it for each member. This increased both the intensity of their orgasms and her sucking efficiency.

By the end of the club meeting, the Computer Club's associate had sucked off each Computer Club member multiple times — and they could barely stand.

For her encore, Yuki knelt before Koji, who was seated in his chair, spent from exhaustion. She gently and lovingly sucked him off one final time. After swallowing his offering, she rose, bent forward, and kissed his cheek. Then she stepped into the center of the room and bowed five times while turning.

"Thank you for letting me suck your penises. I had fun."

She picked up her clothes bag, unlocked the door, and checked the hallway. Confident the coast was clear, the nude girl jogged home to the SOS Brigade club room.

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When Yuki entered the SOS Brigade clubroom dressed only in kneepads, everyone's mouth dropped open. A layer of cum coated her body.

"Holy shit," Haruhi gasped. "What happened to you?"

"I took the offensive route," she replied.

I chuckled. "Looks like more got on you than in you."

"Come here." Mikuru took Yuki's hand. "Let me clean you up." She took a dish rag, wet it with soapy water, and wiped down the naked conqueror. (Since foreign cum didn't have the same value as that of an SOS Brigade member, Mikuru didn't feel compelled to lick her clean.) "You might still want to take a shower when you get home. This stuff seeps into the skin."

Haruhi took Mikuru's seat at the table and spun around to face Yuki. "I didn't actually mean for you to put those kneepads on… and to use them… but damn." Haruhi chuckled. "So what happened? You know the drill, girl. Spill the beans."

"The atmosphere felt awkward. As you predicted. So I relieved their tension. Orally. Many times."

"Well, I'll be." Haruhi shook her head. "Now remember, you don't need to repeat this performance going forward because all the guys in that club now know that you're really cool. No more offense, got it?"

"I belong to Koji."

"That's so sweet," said Mikuru, now on her knees wiping Yuki's belly.

"And I wouldn't worry too much about rumors circulating," Haruhi added. "Nobody's going to believe a word those nerds say." She pointed at a glob of cum stuck near Yuki's vagina. "Did any of those guys fuck you?"

"No."

"Okay, good. We need to start being more careful." She reached into her purse and retrieved a bottle. "From now on, we girls are going to start taking these." She flipped three pills onto her palm. They resembled M&Ms.

"Birth control?" I asked.

"That's right. These are made from a special herbal recipe developed by my great-great-grandmother. No side-effects and twice as effective. Better yet, you only need to take one per menstrual cycle."

"Oh really," I said. "How does that work?"

"You insert a pill vaginally and invert for about an hour. The pill dissolves, spreads around, and leaves a coating on the Fallopian tubes. When the mixture comes in contact with an egg, the egg's shell hardens as if it were normally fertilized so no sperm can get in."

"Why isn't the rest of the world using those?" I asked.

"Because it's all natural. There's no money in it for Big Pharma."

Koizumi raised his hand. "Did you say a girl has to invert?"

"Yes, I did. I'll demonstrate later. Till then, no sex you two." She wagged her finger at the room's two naked occupants.

When Haruhi rose and took her seat at the commander's desk, I turned to watch the show.

Yuki Nagato stood quietly with her wrists crossed overhead while Mikuru Asahina scrubbed the cum off the smaller girl's body with a soapy wet dish rag. It was the first time I'd seen Yuki in all her uncovered splendor and the view impressed the hell out of me. For a smaller girl, she had a spectacular body; champagne-glass breasts, a round little ass, magnificent toned legs, a flat firm waist.

Noticing the bulge forming in my pants, Haruhi barked, "Get back to your chess game, Kyon. Poor Yuki's sucked enough dicks already today. Her jaw must be aching."

Yuki smiled. "I could manage one more."

Mikuru shrugged. "I'm nearly done and she's still wearing her kneepads."

Haruhi groaned, "Whatever."

As Yuki approached, I spread my knees, closed my eyes, and thanked the heavens for the good fortune of being a male member in the SOS Brigade.