Emiri is not human. Emiri is not human. Hold onto that fact with every scrap of willpower you can muster, I think to myself. Not human, not human, not human. Yet there she was, laying on top of the table and displaying all the curves of a typical human female while wearing a see-through bikini. Put like that it sounds so cold, so clinical. Like something she might say about the situation. But you need to trust me on this.
Emiri might not be human, she might be a humanoid interface constructed to look like a human girl, but they knew exactly what they were doing when they put her together. A cold beauty. Short, but devastating. A cute face, with a well practised smile. This almost wasn't even fair. She was cute enough in the school uniform, but when I got to see what was underneath that - Damn! It was everything I had in me to remain in control!
"Query!" Emiri asked. "Is this pose suitable for your masterpiece to commence?" Then she turned over, laying on her other side. "Or perhaps this angle would be more suitable? What are the mathematical requirements for your nude painting to begin unimpeded?"
Gulp! I looked around the room. The other girls weren't saying anything. They were, if anything at all, merely... watching. It was unsettling... though for some reason I was having a hard time focusing on them. Instead, my view was drawn back to Emiri, who I absolutely had to resist no matter -
"Oops, I have spilled this -" she stopped for a moment, looked right at me, and then the clear liquid she'd spilled over her bikini top turned into, of all things, a dark purplish liquid. "Blackcurrent juice allll over my bikini top. That will stain terrible, so off it comes!"
Indeed, off her bikini came in a single go. My eyes boggled. Which is funny, because you would think that all the things I'd seen at this point wouldn't set me off so much, but - There was something very strange going on here. Something about Emiri's movements. Something about her tone of voice, her body language, the things she was doing... They were all really getting to me! I mean, they were absolutely bypassing my defenses!
It was as if I'd set up an iron wall, and a besieger had noticed some gaps in my design that I hadn't taken into account. Slipping their soldiers in, a little at a time. Something was strange about this, and I couldn't tell what it was for the life of -
"Oh no, the juice soaked through and it's even on my bosom," Emiri absently said, staring down at her naked breasts. "Oh no, as I try to wipe it off with my bare hands -" Which is exactly what she was doing now, by the way. Squeezing and groping her own boobs, in essence giving herself a breast massage right in front of me. "-All it's doing is rubbing the juice into my boobs! Kyon, I need you to lick the juice off, pronto~"
It was strange. Even though she'd said that in a cold, clinical, almost mechanical tone of voice, that somehow made it even more erotic than it already was! Don't ask me how, it just was, dammit! In a moment of weakness, I found myself starting to lean over, tongue out, ready to get a taste of blackcurrant juice, right as she tried to take another sip from her cup and - More juice spilled over her breasts! Dripping down, trickling all over her, staining her flesh! If - If measures weren't taken that might be hard to get out, right? Blackcurrant juice doesn't wash out easily! Or is that only on clothes? Ahhh, this was not the time to test it, but -
"H-Here!" I said, grabbing a towel that was left in the corner of the room. I poured some water from a bottle over it and offered it to Emiri, trying not to look directly at her. "If you use this, that should work!"
She took the towel, and... that's when I heard them. Have you ever laid awake at night, hearing strange little sounds that make you quiver with fear? In this case, I was hearing little noises that were turning me on. A melody of erotic moans that sent shivers down my spine. Oh, now that wasn't even fair! Before long she passed it back to me, and then after I'd put it away, Emiri - the tease, the minx, the calculated shrewd menace - dove right into me, grabbing my chest and squeezing tight.
"Thank you sooooo much!" she cooed. Boobs! Wet boobs, in my chest! Steam must be shooting from my ears, at every turn she was hitting every single one of my weak points -
That's when I realised it. Her behaviour was an amalgamation of my favourite porn manga scenes! She was integrating specific things that really worked for me! I pushed her away, now that I knew her game I had a better idea of what to watch for.
"I'm not falling for those tricks anymore!" I said. Emiri stared at me. Blinked slowly, and then...
Then she got serious.
"Oh, so you were falling for my tricks so far?" she said, smug. Very smug. A cocky little smirk on her face. Practised, mechanical, not at all like the warm and glowing smile she usually used. She was looking down her nose at me, while reaching behind the back of her head and tying her hair into - of course - a ponytail. "Well, well. It only took you this long to work it out, huh? I like that kind of confidence, it's fun to rip to shreds."
"If you think the ponytail thing is going to be enough -" I began, but... How strange. Even before she started tying up her hair, I was getting even harder. Not just because she was naked in front of me, either. There was something... strongly alluring about her right now. The attitude was different, yet familiar.
"Pft, typical Kyon, thinking too small," Emiri said, then jabbed me hard in the chest, making me fall back into a chair "Soooo confident, soooo secure in himself. Can't see the forest for the tress! I could seduce you any time I want, but who says I felt like it."
Ding. I blinked, and for a moment there, she was replaced by... Brown hair. Cute face. Rotten personality. But lively. So lively and active and - and interesting that I was completely spellbound despite my protests. The little moves she was doing. Brushing her hand through her hair like that. Hand on her hip, just like that. The stance, the posture, the way she walked, the inflection in her voice.
She was mimicking Haruhi.To seduce me, she was mimicking Haruhi Suzumiya. And it was working. It was, despite all logic to the contrary, working wonders on me.
"Y-You!" I grunted, like an animal, and pushed her over the table. "This is what you want, right? Go ahead, admit it, then I'll give it to you!"
"Hrm... You admit it fi~irst!" she teased, d-dammit, I couldn't hold back anymore. I put it in. I hate to be that reductive, but that's exactly what I did. I put it in, and despite the fact that she wasn't human it felt way, way too good. I didn't care. It was paradise in the form of pussy, and I defy anyone to taste it, even a drop, and give it up.
Reason fled, and any time it threatened to return she'd whisper something like "is that the best you can do? How boring!" in a perfect mimicry of Haruhi's voice, and then I'd simply... lose myself. I knew intellectually who it was I was banging. I knew what she was. But I didn't care! It's a little scary when you put it like that, but that's how I felt.
"Oh, is this what you want?" I asked, giving her a good hard spank. Honestly I'd wanted to do that to Haruhi herself more than once. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget anytime soon! You won't disrespect me ever again!"
"Wow, he's going full hentai mode..." I heard from the peanut gallery off to the side. I caught sight of Yuki nodding along in agreement while scribbling something in a notepad with more enthusiasm than I had ever seen from her. Oh! Go ahead girls, be like that! You'll be next, mark my -
The door opened. Standing in the doorway was none other than Mikuru Asahina. Oh no! How much of that had she heard! Never mind that! Her innocent, pure eyes were watching me in my deepest, darkest moment! What must she think of me? What must she -
"Oh, Kyon!" she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. "I never knew you were into such things! May I go next?"
"You have to have a good impersonation of Haruhi Suzumiya to get in on that action~" Ryoko jeered.
"Um! Well... Something like... Mikuru! Put on that sexy maid outfit and serve us all coffee! Like that?"
As is the case with many things Mikuru tried, it was cute, it was adorable, but it wasn't quite hitting the mark very well. A time traveller she may be, an actress she was not. Still, the attempt was apparently enough to make me shoot my load inside of Emiri... Though to my great frustration, my balls were still aching despite having just emptied!
What the hell was this other me made of that he could do something like this?!
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