Returning home from club activities, Haruhi Suzumiya lingers in the quiet of her room, lost in reflection and sinking into a haze of sultry musings. Her mind fixates on Mikuru Asahina—pliable, ever-compliant Mikuru, who’d likely don nothing but a napkin if Haruhi demanded it. The thought of her senpai’s curves quivering under Haruhi’s daring caresses, fabrics whispering as they slip away, sets a slow burn coursing through her. Haruhi’s fingers glide across her own skin, a private echo of the touches she craves to lavish on her voluptuous muse.
How this fiend of self-indulgence finds the time to crank out her homework with equal consistency, despite the hours she allots daily to this less respectable task, is no small wonder.

I've been sort of busy lately, but a fairly big project will be releasing soon.
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And as always, it would mean a lot to me if anyone reading this would take the time to learn more about the ethics of animal agriculture. You can do so here:
https://mercyforanimals.org/the-problem/