(from Novel no.8)
Haruhi's eyes sparkled glaringly.
"So who's Miyokichi? What kind of relationship did you have with her?"
As my ponytail got tighter and tighter, I finally confessed the truth.
"She occasionally comes to my house and eats dinner before going home."
"That's all? Don't you have something more to say?"
I reflexively checked the chest of my cardigan. That action was enough for Haruhi to notice.
"AHA! So you've hidden the rest of the manuscript there, huh? Hand it over!"
Just how sharp was her nose? I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. However, just as I was about to speak my words of praise, Haruhi had went on and resorted to force.
As I was struggling, she thrust her right leg between my thighs and executed, as I remembered from somewhere, a brilliant inside leg trip.
"Umph!" I lifelessly raised my voice.
Putting all her weight on my body, Haruhi then pushed me down to the floor. Haruhi rode me like a horse, getting in the mount position. She was trying to slip her hands inside my cardigan. But I still resisted somehow.