Story: Data Corruption

 

No, wait, what was I thinking? This was a bad situation no matter how you sliced it. It would be one thing if the girl was willing and eager and acting under her own volition rather than some external supernatural force. It's quite another if she is! Or if that force is acting upon me as well, and - 

And Haruhi was sucking on her finger, staring at me right in the eyes. While using her free hand to tie her hair up in a ponytail. Dammit, that was a low blow. As much as she might annoy me, Haruhi was very, very beautiful! Her looking like this, being deliberately seductive, was pretty much the ultimate weapon. She didn't use her own sex appeal in such a way usually, at least not on purpose, but her natural infectious enthusiasm and charisma made her impossible to resist normally.

Now that she was actually trying to be sexually alluring? It felt like I was a guppy that went a little too low in the ocean and was staring at a sparkling light, having no evolutionary instinct of an angler fish.

"You know that we cannot leave without having sex, right?" Haruhi asked. "So? Come on already. People have sex all the time. We wouldn't even exist if they didn't."

"Right, and I'm not emotionally ready to provide the next generation!" I countered. Although I could feel it throbbing inside my trousers. Apparently his libido found that argument convincing, even if his common sense did not.

"Then just pull out, duh!" Haruhi said, as if it was that easy. He was pretty sure instinct would take over and he'd do something that she would come to hate him for over the next nine months, then steadily increasing further as the years went on. "Come on, you want us to die in here? There's no food or water. You're going to have to have sex with both me and Asahina over there."

"Kyah~" Asahina gasped and blushed cutely. "But if it's with Kyon I suppose that would be fine~"

This was not doing anything healthy to my libido. Actually, I was pretty sure it was starting to talk to him. Yes, that's right, my own sex drive was talking to me.

Two cute girls want to throw down, and they don't mind sharing. They are both extremely cute, and you have an enormous crush on one of them.

Alright sex drive, that may well be, but I don't want to taint my memories of Asahina like that -

Oh you silly tsundere boy, she's not the one I meant.

Unfortunately the argument with my own sex drive would have to wait because those. Those were Haruhi's breasts. Her bare breasts. Her naked, bereft of clothing, unfiltered by obstruction, heaving naked bosom. No hands in the way, no shy attempt to hide them behind a book or whatever. She had them out. She had them proudly out. Deliberately exposing herself. To me. On purpose. Without restraint.Without regret.

Sorry about this but my brain is looping and not going anywhere because the girl I liked was wearing her hair in the style that turns me on and was deliberately making herself naked in front of my while actively asking me to rail her good and hard. At this point I was starting to wonder if this wasn't some erotic fantasy I'd concocted for myself - only, upon Haruhi pinching my cheek - 

"Ow!"

"What, you need some landing lights?" she asked. "This is happening. Either now, or an hour from now when you realise that all three of us are going to die slow miserable deaths if we don't ffffffuck."

She'd drawn out that f (and said it in English) on purpose to turn me on more. It worked. Damn her, it worked.

"But Haruhi," I began. "If we do something because this place is messing with our -"

I didn't finish the sentence, but you can probably guess my reasoning. If we did something in here to get out, and then afterwards Haruhi had the effect wear off, how would she feel about it then? Hard question to answer! Even harder when her tongue was in my mouth and her breasts were pushing into my chest and her hands, oh her sneaky quick little hands, were forcing my own hands to wander down her curvaceous figure, drinking her in and making them rest upon her cheeks.

Squeeze, squeeze~

Oh, come on, don't judge me, you'd do it too! Anyway, after she'd finished using her tongue in my mouth as if it was an electric whisk in a bowl, Haruhi pulled apart and left me feeling quite giddy. Probably all the blood rushing out of my head. But even so - 

"L-Later, you might regret -" I attempted to protest, only for the tongue to go back on. I slid to the floor and she moved onto my lap. I don't know how long we stayed like that. I could have probably thrown her off. Maybe. Girl was surprisingly strong. But I didn't even try.

Because I want this. The truth is, deep down, I want this. I've had a crush on her for way too damned long. From that stupid moment where she'd stood up in class and said something so weird, so interesting. From the instant I'd started to notice her wearing her hair different every day. I want this. I want this. I want Haruhi.

But I want her to want me for real.

The sound of our lips separating sounded like a plunger being pulled off a wet pane of glass. She rose to her feet with a cocky grin on her face and swaggered off, before planting her hands down upon the table, so loud it sounded like a sledgehammer splitting concrete. She aimed her butt in my general direction and lifted her hips as high as they would go, even going onto her tiptoes.

"All yours," she said. "Don't worry about later. After all, if I remember anything happening, I'll remember feeling like this. So I'll know it wasn't your fault this happened. I might even make fun of you for holding back so long."

"That's not the -" I began, but Haruhi saw fit to spank herself to interrupt me before I could finish. It worked. I couldn't remember my own name after seeing that. Wait, wait, I was about to say - "If we do this it will change our -" Smack! "I don't want to stop having fun with you!"

She looked back at me over her shoulder... and that was the moment I broke. I knew, then and there, that I was destined to have sex with Haruhi Suzumiya. Not just today, but most likely as soon as we got some privacy after escaping here as well.

"You're afraid of being a normal couple?" Haruhi asked. "Look at our situation right now, and tell me that anything about us dating will be boring."

That was very true. It was impossible to imagine Haruhi doing something boring as a girlfriend. Even if they were having vanilla sex, she'd probably pull out a balloon or a vegetable of some sort and want to experiment.

But at this point reason didn't really matter anymore. Instinct was awakening, and growing stronger from moment to moment, and that instinct was telling me to tap that. Tap that deep, tap that hard, and worry about the consequences later on. As a rational human being, I was trying my best to clamp down on it - but there is, in truth, only so much to be done.

After all, trying to argue with Haruhi was like trying to argue with a brick wall. I knew that. I knew that very well. So why was I arguing with her when I knew full well that her logic was sound? That we were not escaping this room until we did the deed, that we both wanted to do it, that there was nothing else to be done about the situation? Was it because Asahina was watching? Actually, that was weirdly hot. Was it because Haruhi and I have a complicated relationship? No, it wasn't that either. The reason was much simpler than that.

I was afraid that I might like it too much.

I stepped forward with trousers and underwear hanging around my ankles, my shaft throbbing and aching as I grabbed her hips, and she helped out for once by readjusting herself, letting me put it in. Fuck. I did like it too much already. It felt like I was being pulled into her, it was so warm, moist and tight! I didn't want to leave this hole!

"Ah! Kyon! Pick me up! I want to check something real quick!" Haruhi said. She pushed her back into me, changing the angle and - OOhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck! It was a miracle I hadn't cum yet. "The door or the window, I don't care which! Carry me over!"

I obliged without thinking why. She helped out quite a bit actually by bracing herself accordingly. Ah! Ah! Ohhhh, the more I think about it, the more it seems that it's down to her that I haven't cum already! Her muscles must be holding on to me with just the right pressure to keep me from climaxing! It's the only explanation that makes sense.

"Aha!" Haruhi yelled, and threw open the door! "We can leave now! This counts as having sex!"

Then she close the door and pushed her hands against it. "Ohhhh~ Don't stop, by the way! Now that you've started, you need to take responsibility~ I'll make sure to let you cum when I do, got it?"

"Ah! I knew it was you somehow!" Kyon roared. Dammit! He didn't know how to make a girl cum! Well, no time like the present to learn! Might as well experiment with his hands a bit ,see what she likes, see what she doesn't like, and -

"Um!" a small voice came from the corner of the room where Mikuru was still stuck in the wall. "Maybe... try her nipples?"

Oh, that's right. After he was done here, they needed to do the sex with Mikuru as well. Either him or Haruhi. Honestly, the way he was feeling right now, he'd be fine with either of them.