This was bad, really bad. There I was in the face of the unstoppable horror that is Haruhi Suzumiya on the cosplay path. The manic gleam in her eyes could crush a galaxy, then force it into a sailor fuku and make it dance to her tune. I looked back at miss Asahina who was hiding behind me while wearing a rather skimpy french maid outfit, one with a very revealing cleavage and a skirt that didn’t even try to cover what was below. It would have been borderline pornographic to be honest, if it weren’t for the skintight bunny girl-suit covering her chest and lower body.
Where the heck had Haruhi even gotten that thing, it was the sort of thing you would find in certain shops that didn’t allow minors. On the other hand, this was Haruhi I was thinking about, she probably just threw open the door and demanded this and that while acting like she owned the place.
That did not give me confidence as our esteemed club leader was still holding onto that sleeveless waiter uniform. It didn’t look that bad, but somehow knew that there was some trick to it that would make me regret accepting without resistance.
‘Now now Haruhi.. just put down these clothes, calm down, no one has to get hurt.’
Especially not me!
“Nope, you aren’t getting away like this now that I have found you again. Hihihihi..” Haruhi giggled in a tone I had never heard from her before. Her face was flushed and a wide evil grin had appeared on the brunette’s face.
What was going on? Just a moment ago things had been totally different.
And now she was lifting that outfit higher up and the gleam in her eyes was becoming even more prominent. Well, at least it seemed like a butler outfit, but these pants looked really thight and the upper part of these clothes was way too short. I absolutely didn’t want to give that sort of fanservice! Or for that matter any kind of fanservice!
‘Now now wait for a minute!’ I called out while thinking, gotta delay, gotta stall her. What would make her stop dressing me up, if only for a minute?
‘No! I mean, don’t you have to dress up yourself before you can make any demands like that. Wouldn’t that make you a really bad hypocrite of a leader.’ Yes, pushing against her pride was probably the best way to manipulate this girl. The main problem was that she had about zero sense of shame, so this would at most buy me a few minutes of time to find an escape route.
Haruhi blinked, then repeated that action a few times as these words sunk in. That was actually a bit strange, normally she wasn’t this slow on the uptake.
“Dress up myself..” She mumbled in a barely audible voice to herself, then licked her lips seemingly without noticing. Something dropped to the ground and I looked at her side to see it was a huge bag. Haruhi turned towards it and opened the zipper on top of it.
And damn these were some dangerous weapons in that bag! Black leather, strange frilly clothes, bikinis and swimsuits that made alarm bells ring inside my head. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea in hindsight? This was dangerous territory in an entirely different way.
Haruhi started working through the things inside the bag as if in trance. Grabbing things and discarding them through criterias only she could name. Clothes and other things were thrown around with little to no care and I even had to dodge a few of them that were especially dangerous.
Now I want to say that I didn’t see coming what happened next, or I would have acted differently! Really, this isn’t just an excuse.
Alright, see Haruhi was throwing things around she didn’t need and then it turned out that within that bag was a plastic bottle filled with water. And well, it wasn’t really closed all that well and when miss troublemaker inevitably threw it away, the cap popped away.
I dodged out of reflex, barely having time to note what was going past me. Then there was a splashing sound and I turned back in surprise. Miss Asahina was standing there, her chest soaked with water, turning her very tight clothes see-through. I am not proud to say that I noticed her lack of bra under that bunny suit formerly hiding most of her chest. The poor girl desperately tried to cover her impressive bust with her hands when she noticed my look. But somehow that only made it look even more risque, like one of these models that covers her naked breasts with her hands.
I opened my mouth, then closed it again and turned away towards Haruhi. The girl in question had meanwhile started changing her clothes without seeming to care about my presence at all! I thought she had stopped that sort of thing!
And that was a white leotard with a huge window on the chest, plus that thing basically put her ass on display. Next she grabbed some kind of black blouse with frills that did not cover her back much. Neither did it do much to help with covering her chest. I was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed miss Asahina’s problem, either that or she simply didn’t care. There were also gloves, stockings and...how did she stuff these huge boots into that bag?
Oh to hell with it, I didn’t even care anymore.
‘So who are you cosplaying at’ I asked in hopes of further stalling from my inevitable doom.
“Yorha 2-B.” She said distractedly. “Couldn’t get the dress, gotta find one later.” And now I was wondering why Haruhi had bought or stolen genuine cosplay for herself while she just put Asahina in a fetish costume? I guess even Haruhi had limits to how much stuff she can get on short notice.
“Now I got everything.” She added after putting on the long boots on her right foot. Damn, I had been so distracted by Haruhi’s behind that I had totally forgotten to flee when I had a chance! Curse these hormones.
That was it, there was no escape. I was totally doomed to end up as a dress-up doll. Well at least I also got some nice eye candy in return.
Then the bell tolled, literally that is. The loud ringing of the school bell got Haruhi’s and my attention immediately and I could already hear annoyed muttering from our club leader.
*Scene Break*
Never before had I been so happy to sit in a classroom and listen to the nasal voice of our history teacher. I was thankful, oh so thankful to this boredom that had saved me from a horrible fate few could contemplate.
Behind me I heard the annoyed voice of Haruhi Suzumiya declaring her eternal vengeance against these that got in the way of her cosplay ambitions. While this did make me slightly apprehensive, right now I simply enjoyed the safety I had been granted.
But while thankful, I still couldn’t really fake interest in the lecture given. This teacher had a unique ability to make even the most interesting events sound like someone watching paint dry. It was actually impressing how one could make Nobunaga’s attempt to unite Japan so utterly boring. There were countless books, movies and video games made about that topic!
So excuse me please when I kind of started to tune out what was going on around me and all that. I just hoped that Haruhi would calm down during class and we would be able to talk her out of it. Who knows, maybe Koizumi would pop up and distract her with something strange and unusual, I would certainly prefer another murder mystery over what she had planned to do earlier. I didn’t fall asleep, but I may have been in thoughts a little too much, because I only looked up from my desk when something touched my foot.
Shit, had the teacher asked a question and the guy in front of me tried to get my attention? I looked around, trying to identify what was going on. Maybe we were even switching rooms already?
Then I noticed just how quiet it was. The voice of the teacher had stopped yes, but the perpetual light murmuring present in pretty much every classroom ever was also gone. No scratching of pens on paper, no shuffling things around or half whispered conversations, not even the ticking of the clock. Wait, the teacher was standing at the blackboard, with the piece of chalk halfway between writing a sentence.
Just, you know, he wasn’t moving in the slightest. I turned left, right and back, only to see all my classmates frozen in whatever positions they likely had been when this thing started. Haruhi looked at me with a slightly annoyed look, one eye closed a bit more than the other as if she had to concentrate on something. Taniguchi was trying to hide what a short peek proved to be magazines with scantily clad women from the teacher and stuck in the process of turning a page. Outside the window was a bird floating in the air without moving at all. It was as if time had been frozen!
Then I felt something gripping on my leg, as if trying to get a foothold to pull itself up of a body of water.
Pushing my chair back, I looked down at the ground to see a hand sticking out of it! It was a manicured one too! Red fingernails stuck out as the hand grasped my leg and pulled. Then an army became visible as the ground around it rippled like water. Before I knew what was going on, Yuki Nagato had pulled herself out of the ground to her hips. Her hands lying on the ground and not sinking in, she pushed herself up until nothing was fused with the land under my feet anymore.
But she wasn’t wearing her normal clothes. As if taking cues from Haruhi’s new obsession, she had put on a white blouse with some frills on the chest area and a short black skirt. On her feet were black stilettos and somehow her hair had lengthened and was now held together in a perfect bun, except for a single curly streak which hung in her face. On her eyes sat a pair of glasses that seemed to only amplify this new style which screamed ”sexy librarian” to anyone that was looking.
It took her a few seconds to get up from her position and stand up to full height. Even though these shoes should have made moving hard, she still moved with surprising ease. Then the girl put one hand on my desk and bent forward the slightest bit, not needing more to come face to face due to her being smaller than me.
“Naughty [Insert Gender], male. You must be disciplined.”
What the heck? I blinked at this, especially since her voice switched to a tone not unlike a bad voice synthesizer in the middle of her speech. I didn’t do anything worth punishing! I swear innocence ma’am. Besides which, how did you pronounce the square brackets?
Nagato for her part tilted her head as if listening to something only she could hear. Then she looked up at the ceiling.
“Full system upgrade complete, physical modifications fully functional, seduction program complete. Beginning Start-Up Sequence.” There was a short pause as if Nagato had to listen to something else before continuing.
“Starting Body Language Packet.” When she said these words, Nagato shifted and everything just started fitting right into place. Have you ever heard that you can change the entire flow of a conversation with a few motions? Well Nagato was proving that right now. I have no idea how, but the way she turned her head, the twist of her arm and everything else just got me going. The way she stood there directed my attention along her body like a lighthouse guides ships at night.
“Starting Voice Package.” There was something like a cracking sound when she spoke next, as if something was ripped. Then she continued on. “Test test, voice modification successful, proceeding further.”
I shuddered as she talked, pleasure washing over my entire body at every syllable. There was a husky and seductive tone to her voice now and it was like nothing I had ever heard. It was like the audio equivalent of a man dying of thirst getting a glass of water. And also like a soft tongue licking every part of my body in perfect silence and stimulating me in just the right way to bring me to ever greater heights.
“Starting Pheromone Production”
I wanted to ask what was going on, but that heavenly voice stopped me in my tracks and I couldn’t help gulping at what sort of things it brought to mind. Then it hit me, a barely noticeable smell came to my attention. A little like roses I believed even as I took a deep breath without thinking. I opened my mouth as I felt heat shooting through me and what attention wasn’t under the control of Nagato’s body language and words went bye bye and turned towards this incredible smell. Then immediately turn towards Nagato because I knew that she was the source of it. A primal part of my brain woke from a long sleep and told every bit of self-control I had to shut up and fuck the girl in front of me until she couldn’t walk anymore. Because she was the perfect mate and nothing else mattered.
One of Nagato’s hands moved forward and grasped the tip of my tie. Lifting it up, she smiled and I noticed for the first time that her kissable lips were a full shade of red. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly she walked around the desk. Tie in hand and pulling my neck along, though there was no resistance on my part. Every movement of her hand, every turn of her hips and the smile on her face were enough to all but disable my mind together with every other bit of opposition.
“All Systems fully functional, synchronization complete, permission for manual use granted.”
I barely even listened to what these words meant, the pitch alone to make me break out in a goofy smile. It was almost like having your brain massaged with words.
Then I grimaced when my neck couldn’t turn any further, blinking I distantly noted that Nagato had made a full turn and was now standing between my and Haruhi’s desk.
The smaller girl sat down on the desk of our club leader, seemingly not caring that the unmoving brunette was right behind her. She licked her lips, first the top one, then the lower one in deliberate slowness. It should be obvious by now that I was harder than a rock and watching one dainty little hand slowly opening buttons on this sexy librarian’s blouse didn’t help. As she pulled my tie up, I quickly followed and barely thought about it before turning towards her and pushing my chair aside. All I could think about was reaching the sensual temptress in front of me.
“Well well, what a bad boy you have been. Leaving a lady all alone when she had needs.” Although everything Nagato said was like the finest chocolate, that last word was somehow even worse. I grunted as I felt heat shooting down there like someone was massaging me right now. The blue-haired female put her index finger into her mouth and suckled slowly on it, tongue swirling over the small limb.
God, she was in my head, turning my own body and mind against me.
“But…” She said, slowly sliding back and forth on the desk, one leg raised high enough to give a glimpse of what was beneath. I saw a bit of black on pale skin before she let her leg fall down again. “you can make up for that.” I felt like screaming, not sure whether out of disappointment for not seeing more or panic over this whole situation.
I didn’t get to make a decision because Nagato turned her body so her buttocks poked into my direction. My whole focus immediately turned turned towards that juicy behind.
“Now, if you want it, you gotta take it.”
With one hand the normally oh so quiet girl lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of black panties. Frilled and with white direction, yet not covering much of her buttocks. But the most important things were the holes, one at the crotch area and another a little further up.
Like a man possessed I moved forwards and discarded my pants and underwear. Then I grabbed Nagato’s hips firmly and positioned myself a little. My penis had become as an iron rod when I tested the temptress entrance. It was wet and warm and seemed to all but suck me in the moment my tip pushed against the girl’s most secret part. I grunted at the pleasure and could hear Nagato also moaning loudly.
“Yes, that is it. Fuck me! Give me your babies and screw my brains out!” Uhhhh these words, they were like honey flowing into my brain and sticking everywhere. Immediately, I started pushing in and out in a fast rhythm. Fuck, it was like everything about Nagato was made to pleasure me. Even her pussy was folding around my penis as if they were made for each other, inviting me like a long lost lover and then and pressing from all direction the moment I tried to pull out again.
“Ah Yuki, I cannot hold it anymore.” The girl only gave another moan of pleasure in answer and I had to make the decision myself. With an incredible effort of will, I pulled out from the perfect pussy prison belonging to Nagato. Immediately afterwards, I came like crazy.
Directly on Haruhi’s face.
I froze at that, somewhat disbelieving that I had actually shot across the desk until I had reached our club’s boss. That sort of stuff normally only happened in hentai videos. Also, the amount was way more than I remembered ever producing before, there were multiple blotches of white her face.
My inner panic attack was interrupted by Nagato turning to lick my juices off of Haruhi’s nose in a slow and sensual fashion. My mouth opened as the sexy librarian’s tongue wandered over the omnipotent girl’s face, cleaning it of every stain with visible pleasure. Nagato turned towards me and licked her lips again.
“Bad boy, no taking it out! You have to fill me up to the brim with your milk.” Nagato wagged her ass in invitation and I already felt my dick turning hard again. Had she done something to me to make sure I wouldn’t run out of stamina?
I didn’t really have the time to think about that since the moment I stuck it in, my brain stopped working and I could only think about the pleasure. This time I filled her up.
And the next time too. And the one that followed. I am not sure how long we did this to be honest, it is kind of hard to judge time if it is stopped.
But at some point even my clearly supernatural stamina ran out, though by then I had actually managed to turn Nagato into a moaning and drooling mess. Then the girl once again started talking in the strange manner from before and a moment later, I found myself sitting on my place again, pants back in place and no sign that anything had happened.
*Scene Break*
Haruhi tilted her head in confusion as time resumed. Scratching her nose, she turned towards Kyon and looked at the back of his head. Then suddenly the girl felt heat rising into her nether regions.
“Uhhhh weird why am I suddenly getting horny again?” She thought to herself even as her gaze remained on Kyon. Then a strange thought came to mind. ”Hmmm.... Kyon gets along pretty well with Yuki, would be kinda hot if they fooled around a bit.” As that idea stuck in her mind and led to a fantasy that she later concluded was at fault for her arousal, Kyon wondered if he was going crazy.
And a rather interesting conversation was happening within the higher spheres of existence. In a dimension removed from ours, various factions of the Data Integration Thought Entity conversed in a manner unheard of for humans. But if one were to translate it into human speech, then it would likely be kind of like this.
”The last interference of subject Kyon!False has led to a great amount of new data becoming available. Current estimations are at 24 times the progress made in the last 100 years.” Said the first faction.
”Subject Kyon!False has allowed for unexpected growth, but our scans point to this being only a small fraction of the data we can gain. We have only scratched the surface and could reach further heights if we could capture and contain subject Kyon!False” Came from another group of Data Entities.
”The subject's ability does make actual capture difficult. In addition, there is a risk of upsetting subject Suzumiya if she considers subject Kyon!False to be under her protection. This should be avoided.” Came from a third group.
”In this case, it may be preferable to simply send Data Interfaces out to target and agitate subject Kyon!False without true intent to harm or capture. False aggression should be enough to stimulate the subject. Maybe we could also use Interface Asakura for this? She has shown to be a continued negative for him.” Pointed the first faction out.
The conversation went further along these lines until it was decided to go along with this plan. In turn commands were sent to all Humanoid Interfaces to target and fake aggression towards the subject. None of them were informed of what sort of effect they were going to expect from this, only that it hasn’t shown any harm to the Humanoid Interface affected by it.
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