Kyoya burst into the dressing room after club activities and pulled Haruhi into an empty cubicle. "Did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That Mori-senpai is apparently very… well-endowed." He made a face.
Haruhi giggled. "Yes. That I knew. Are you afraid that your reputation is falling?" She teased.
Kyoya narrowed his eyes at her. "Is he better than me?" He pushed her against the wall and imprisoned her with his arms.
"I don't know, why don't you remind me again?" She grinded back at him, knowing that she was due to help him relieve the tension anyway, since club activities were over.
Kyoya felt a little placated. It seemed like Haruhi still wanted him… Or at least he hoped. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk."
Haruhi kissed him gently on the cheek. "Remember that any damage on my person due to your enthusiasm is chargeable to your account."
Kyoya lifted her skirt, and without bothering to remove her panties, he plunged into her.
"OWW!" Haruhi hit him in the chest. "That fucking hurts, Kyoya!"
He gave her a hard stare. "You didn't seem to care, as long as I pay you." He hissed back.
"I was kidding! Dammit, Kyoya, that really hurts." Haruhi couldn't help it as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh Haruhi." Kyoya felt his heart break at seeing her eyes tear up. "I'm sorry." He immediately removed himself from her and held her in his arms, trying his best to kiss her tears away. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "You're right, I have jealousy issues. It's my fault."
Haruhi wiped her tears aside. She wasn't that fragile, but she really trusted Kyoya not to harm her. "Kyoya-senpai, I would never try to compare Mori-senpai and you in that manner. In any case, it's not even a contest."
"You're right. I know. I was wrong." He ran his thumb over her face soothingly.
She stood up, wincing when she felt the slight tear in her privates. "Come on, let's get this over with."
"No." He shook his head. "I'll go take a shower to calm down. Wait for me here, I'll bring you to the doctor."
Haruhi nodded and went to wait for him in the locker room, but found Mori-senpai waiting for her.
"Are you alright?" He asked concernedly upon seeing the tear tracks on her face.
"I'm alright, I just got into a little accident earlier." She tried her best to muster a smile.
"Did Kyoya do this to you?" Mori asked, his voice turning dangerous.
Haruhi decided not to lie, in case Mori-senpai detected it and assumed something even worse. "Yes, but it really was just an accident. He apologised and promised not to do it anymore."
Mori lifted her chin to stare into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She said firmly.
"If you ever need to get out of this, even from me; you tell me immediately, alright?"
She smiled at his protective tendencies. Mori-senpai will always be Mori-senpai. "I will, Mori-senpai. Thank you for watching out for me."
Kyoya rushed out of the shower wrapped in a towel and stumbled across Haruhi and Mori in the locker room hallway. "Oh, Mori-senpai." He muttered. "Haruhi is not feeling well today, if you don't mind."
Mori gave him a stern expression, before walking into the shower room without looking back.
"Do I need to summon my private police force for protection?" Kyoya asked Haruhi half-jokingly and half-dreadingly.
Haruhi smiled. "It's alright. I've explained that it was an accident. He'll warm up to you again once he sees that I'm fine tomorrow."
"Haruhi." As she expected, Mori was the first to corner her the next day before the hosting session. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, really, Mori-senpai." She led them to an empty room and locked the door. "You can check." She sat on a table and pulled her pants and thong off.
"Are we playing doctor?" His eyes twinkled at her in amusement, although he crouched down to inspect her privates very carefully for any injuries. Finally satisfied that she was unhurt, he leaned forward and began to trace her opening with his tongue.
"Oh!" Haruhi swooned. To be perfectly honest with herself, the generosity of both Kyoya-senpai and Mori-senpai made her feel somewhat guilty. It seemed that despite the fact that she was the one being paid, they spent more time pleasuring her than vice versa.
Mori dipped a finger into her orifice and carefully prodded her insides, watching for any pained expression. When all he got was pleasured moans, he relaxed and started using two fingers to finger-fuck her.
"Oh god, yes." She whimpered, eager for more than just his fingers. Her juices started flowing freely as he playfully swirled a finger right at the edge of her opening, further stimulating the production of mucus.
Mori watched, entranced, as her wetness began to overflow and drip onto the table below. In a stroke of inspiration, he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it underneath her so that it would soak up all the excess juice.
"What are you — Ahh!" Haruhi moaned in pleasure as he finally moved onto stimulating her clit. He alternated back and forth between her clit and her vagina, delaying her orgasm and milking the most of her juices.
He toyed with her for a long time, to the point that she was begging for mercy. She was so close, yet he wouldn't grant her that one extra rub that would bring her off.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. "Mori-senpai, you're late." An annoyed voice called out. Kyoya.
"Please, please, just let me finish, then I can go tend to him." Haruhi pleaded with Mori.
He simply shook his head and rose to his feet. "Stay, don't touch yourself." He commanded, calmly walking to the door to open it.
"Mori-senpai, are you done yet?" Kyoya asked exasperatedly, eyeing Mori's still perfectly neat uniform in confusion.
"No, but you can join me." Mori stood back and gestured Kyoya to enter.
Kyoya stepped into the room and saw a flustered Haruhi sitting on the table, her legs spread wide open and panting harshly.
"Kyoya-senpai, please, make me cum." She opened her mouth to beg.
Kyoya was about to oblige her when Mori held him back. "No, let her wait a little longer."
Haruhi choked back a sob when Kyoya seemed to accept Mori's suggestion and simply pulled up a chair to watch. Mori assumed his position and resumed his torture, bringing her to the edge and back but not allowing her to go over it.
"Please, please, please, please." Her lady parts were twitching violently, fluttering open and close rapidly as it sought out the friction it desired.
Kyoya felt himself harden instantly, recalling the way those muscles had grasped him when he was inside her. Judging from the bulge in Mori's pants, it had affected him in a similar manner.
Kyoya stood up and approach her. "How much do you want to cum, Haruhi?"
"So much, so, so, so much, senpai." She moaned.
"Who do you want?"
"Both, both please!"
"Very well." Both Kyoya and Mori lowered their face to her crotch. Mori used his tongue to resume tongue-fucking her, while Kyoya made lazy circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She breathed heavily.
"Cum for us, Haruhi." Mori's voice rumbled.
With a loud scream, Haruhi achieved her orgasm, the built-up tension causing her to spray a colourless fluid on both their faces.
"Amazing." Kyoya muttered as he took off his glasses to wipe them clean.
"Delicious as always." Mori picked up the soaked handkerchief from the table, wiped her fluids off his face, and replaced it in his pocket.
"We'll see you after club ends." They left the room together, leaving a dazed and breathless Haruhi to ponder what on earth had just transpired.
"Do you need help 'packing up' today?" Haruhi asked Kyoya as all the hosts filed back into the locker room to pick up their bags.
"Oh yeah, if you can help with clearing up the teacups, that'll be great." Tamaki said gratefully, only to be shot down by Kyoya.
"I believe my assistant was talking to me, Tamaki." He turned to Haruhi. "No, it's fine. I'm afraid some guests have left us all quite… not in the mood. You can leave."
Haruhi nodded understandingly and packed her homework into her bag. She headed straight for the dojo for her Kendo lessons where she found Mori-senpai already changed into his gi and waiting for her.
"Wait, how did you get here so fast…?"
He stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, before nodding towards a black Hummer parked behind the dojo. Oh, Haruhi realised. Damn rich bastards.
"Sorry, you can ride with me next time." He offered.
Haruhi gave him a sarcastic smile. "That's okay, I can walk two blocks without fainting."
Mori's lips twitched a little, as if suppressing a smile. "Let's begin."
"That—was—tiring." Haruhi panted afterwards. "You—really—didn't—go—easy—on—me." She flopped back onto the tatami on her back, too tired to move.
Mori smiled inwardly. Despite her persistent claims that she was adequately fit, he discovered that she didn't actually possessed much stamina. "Sit up." He handed her a bottle of water. "Rest here for a while, I'll go stretch for a bit."
Stretch? He can still actually move? Haruhi watched in amazement as Mori went through some complicated routines. That's not mere stretching. She corrected his definition in her mind as he ran 10 laps around the dojo, did 50 push-ups, followed by 50 sit-ups, and lastly 50 leg squats.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, coming to stand next to her.
Haruhi pushed herself up with considerable effort. "I can't take a single step without feeling sore, but I'll survive."
"I'm sorry. I pushed you too hard." He slid an arm around her waist to help support her weight.
"No, no. I just wasn't aware how unfit I really am." She said as they hobbled into his Hummer. Normally, she would have insisted to walk home by herself, but she knew that it was impossible today.
"Where's Honey-senpai?" She asked when she saw that there was nobody in the limo.
"He went home first. He's a little… disconcerted by what happened today." Mori answered.
"So what actually happened?" Haruhi asked, remembering the weary looks sported by all the hosts earlier.
Mori pursed his lips, as if deciding what to tell her. "Renge-san decided to assign new 'characteristics' for all of us. She even hired a Hollywood crew to make a film."
"Oh, what sort of characteristics?"
"Tamaki is a school idol with an inferiority complex and is actually very lonely on the inside, the twins are former pro-basketball players who met with a life-changing accident that left Kaoru with a permanent limp, Mitsukuni is a violent bully and I am his tortured sidekick."
"What about Kyoya?" Haruhi asked, before remembering Renge's obsession with him. "Oh wait, let me guess. He's the all-round hero who is going to help everyone out of their problems for the benefit of others?"
"I guess so, although we haven't gotten to that part of the story yet."
"Well, I get how that can be a little disconcerting for you guys, but I've got a feeling that you're hiding something from me. Something more serious than just a fangirl's fantasy."
Mori marvelled at the girl who had somehow managed to decipher his emotionless appearance. "She has decided to get herself engaged to Kyoya."
"Oh." Suddenly, it felt like a ton of lead had just sunk into her stomach.
Mori watched her carefully. "Do you like him?" He asked.
"No, of course not!" Haruhi denied it. "It's a business relationship, that's all."
"You spent the night with him in Okinawa."
Haruhi waved the concern away. "It was just a very tiring day for us, what with all the performance anxiety issues and you dragging me away and the almost-drowning and Honey-senpai's request… Let's just say that emotions were running high and we lost control."
"I see." Mori felt that there was something more, but he decided to leave it. Perhaps it would be beneficial for everyone if Haruhi continued to believe that her interest in Kyoya was purely professional.
"Anyway, thanks for the lesson and the ride, Mori-senpai."
"Mm." Before she left the car, he called out to her. "Haruhi?"
"Yes?"
"Take some ibuprofen before you go to bed tonight, it will make you feel a lot less sore tomorrow."
Haruhi nodded and waved him goodbye. Just before she climbed up the stairs, however, she stopped short. "Did Mori-senpai just volunteered information to me, AND used a comma in his sentence?!"