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Chapter Ten - Epilogue

When I got to homeroom, Haruhi handed me a treatment regimen based on our class schedule.

After reading it, I told her, "I can live with that."

She responded with a pleased nod when I further informed her I planned to take my responsibility very, very seriously.

We fell into a comfortable routine over the next few days, although comfortable may not be the best word. Three times a day, I stripped this girl naked from her waist to her knees, before kneading fragrant cream into her exceedingly sexy thighs and bottom.

Every fiber in my body wanted me to lower my pants and violate the obscenely available bent over brigade leader, but I didn't want to risk another forced excursion into Haruhi's closed space. I had fun the last time, but there's never a guarantee. So I did my duty and let my balls turned blue.

I reasoned, quite reasonably, that her butt hadn't fully healed yet. Having sex with a damaged bum might create more pain than pleasure. The salve definitely sped things along, though. Most of the redness dissipated. So I decided to bide my time and wait for a sign. Something told me I'd know when she was ready.

On her fourth day of treatments, Haruhi arrived at the club room right on time for her early afternoon treatment. Though I knew she'd just come from PE class, I was surprised when she walked through the door in her gym uniform instead of her school uniform like she normally did. Dressed in tight blue spandex shorts and equally tight white t-shirt covering a sports bra, Haruhi sauntered past me like a queen. When she bent over the table and pillowed her head in her arms, my mouth dropped open.

Haruhi had put her hair in a ponytail.

As I gazed at the wonderous sight, Haruhi wiggled her bum and hummed. With drool dripping from the side of my mouth, I set the salve container to the side, tugged Haruhi's hip-hugging shorts down to her ankles, and stepped back. I savored the view of the girl's magnificent posterior, her gorgeous toned legs—and that ridiculously sexy ponytail—like a mountain climber taking in a glorious sunset.

"That outfit is absolutely criminal," I told her.

"I didn't have time to change." She wiggled her bottom again. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"Yes, I do have a problem with that. That outfit is so criminal, it's coming off."

Haruhi stopped humming when I yanked up her t-shirt and bra, pulled both items off over her head, and tossed them to the side. She returned to the arm pillow as if nothing had happened, her bare breasts erotically compressing into the tabletop.

"As a penalty for coming in dressed like this and forcing me to strip you, I am now claiming ownership from your ankles up."

She lifted her foot. "I get to keep my feet?"

I kneeled and yanked off her shoes and socks. "Okay, I'm claiming everything." I eased my steel-hard shaft up to her slit. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Nope." Haruhi sighed as I entered her. "Oh... yessss... ahhhhh... I can live with that."

THE END