Thank God it was finally Friday! Kichirō had always wanted to have a long sleep. Four days ago was the most stressful day for him in his college life so far. He had to face humiliation and was unnecessarily scolded by someone he barely even knew.
It was a good thing that the days after that were just fine. They had some quizzes in their classes, which Kichirō proudly aced. His professors appreciated him for always being on time for classes and also for having an advanced knowledge of the topic. His daily visit to the library with Naoki really paid off!
Today in their laboratory class for Anatomy and Physiology, they were asked by their professor to observe and analyze the different fluids of the body. Each group would have their designated specimen. One student in each group would act as the representative, which was a nicer way of naming a ‘sacrificial lamb,’ for the specimen collection.
Since Kichirō’s group mates had a grudge against him for his good performance in school, they volunteered him to be the specimen donor.
“Why me of all people? What made me qualify to be the donor?” Puzzled, Kichirō asked then pouted.
You always get good scores and the professors like you a lot. Let’s see what’s so special about you by checking your specimen,” one of his classmates said.
“Eeeh—?!?” Kichirō shrieked.
“Class. Silence please. Mr. Ishikawa, please get one folded sheet for you to know what specimen will be designated to you,” Their professor said while letting Kichirō choose from the folded pieces of papers, hiding the content, so that no one would select the most convenient one.
Kichirō reached out for one and opened the folded paper to see what was written on it. He was stunned to find out that the one he was able to get was the specimen sample for semen. Because of this, he felt like all of his blood was drained from his body.
“This is unfair. Why doesn’t the university prepare samples for the students to use?” Kichirō protested.
The professor giggled and said, “Well Mr. Ishikawa, that’s the beauty of studying. College is full of surprises to make it more exciting for the students, hehe.”
“Tsk, you’re only doing this to make fun of the students,” Kichirō mumbled.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that?” The professor craned her neck and asked.
Kichirō squinted his eyes and waved his hands while forcing a smile, “I…I didn’t…I said I’ll be going now, Prof.”
“Okay. Good, good. I thought you were complaining.”
“Ahaha…” Kichirō dryly laughed.
Seeing Kichirō seemed to be struggling while talking with the professor, his group mates excitedly waited for him to get back to their spot to know what made his face paler than usual, so they took the paper from him. When they saw what was written on it, they all laughed out loud.
“Pfft…hahahaha! What!? Is this for real?” One boy laughed.
“Kyaaa—! That’s too much!” A girl blushed and covered her mouth.
Kichirō was covering his face with both of his hands. From being pale, his face became red all over.
“Mr. Ishikawa, go to the specimen collection room for you to gather your specimen,” The professor said without even asking him if he was okay with it.
The other boys snickered from the side as Kichirō sluggishly walked toward the specimen collection room. Seeing this, the professor scrunched her brows at them, making them behave in an instant.
Kichirō had no choice. He wanted to maintain his good reputation. Instead of going to the specimen collection room that their professor mentioned, he went to the solitary comfort room instead on the fifth floor where there were only few students. He had this gut feeling that his classmates might be up to no good, so he decided to go somewhere else that was more quiet and comfortable for him.
While in the comfort room, Kichirō inspected the specimen bottle out of curiosity. His face became dark when he noticed that there was a line which indicated the amount that he needed to get for the sample. He thought, Is it possible for me to get that much? I haven’t done that in ages. My…my semen might have dried up and turned to powder. His legs felt soft and he began to slightly tremble out of fear that he would not be able to get enough sample.
When somebody came in to the comfort room, Kichirō pretended to be only washing his hands. He placed the specimen bottle on top of the sink and while he was washing his hands, that person, who came in, reached out for the bottle.
“Hey that’s mine!” Kichirō exclaimed.
“What specimen was assigned to you?” The guy ignored what he said and nonchalantly asked.
“It’s you again!” Kichirō asked the tall guy with the buzz cut in front of him.
“We’re taking the same course. Of course you’d see me again. You’ve got no choice,” He coldly replied and in a flash, he was able to grab the paper from Kichirō’s hand and began reading its content. Kichirō tried grabbing it back but the jock held the paper up high while reading it. Kichirō jumped up like a koi that accidentally got out of the water to no avail because of his short stature. He could tell that the jock was about to laugh, but he was good with controlling his emotions. The jock was still able to keep a straight face when he said: “Let me help you.”
“Okay.” It took a few seconds before Kichirō realized what he had just said. “Whaaaat did you say?!? I’m still a virgin! You…you can’t do that to me!” He shouted out of shock. He felt like his face warmed up. He could tell that his face was becoming redder than usual.
“Never asked that and I won’t even touch your small thing. What I’m saying is, if you’re having a hard time getting yours, I can give you mine because I have a lot of supply,” he explained and then flashed an evil smirk.
“Senpai, you’re too much! What made you say that..that mine’s small? I don’t need your help!” Shocked, Kichirō exclaimed while holding on to his pride.
“Let me see it to prove that it’s not small. Ugh…just, just stay here and I’ll give you mine,” Ryū said with a sour look on his face. He then rushed to the stall and did what he said he would do.
Kichirō stood in front of the stall where Ryū was.
“Are you going to listen to me while I do it? Do you want me to say your name while I cum?!?” He shouted.
Kichirō was spacing out again. After realizing what Ryū said, Kichirō’s cheeks became rosy, making him immediately go out of the rest room. He was so embarrassed. Doing that thing was not new to him, but it was his first time speaking with someone who would openly say that he was going to do it!
When he was on his way out of the rest room, he bumped into another student who was giving him a meaningful look. From the looks of his face, he might have heard what Ryū said. He measured Kichirō with his eyes, seemingly disgusted.
“Uh, it’s not what you think it is. We’re collecting specimen samples,” Kichirō hurriedly explained.
The other student shrugged his shoulders and did not say anything before leaving the comfort room.
Kichirō felt like he wanted to dig a deep whole and crawl in it right now.
After a few minutes, Ryū came out of the restroom and threw the specimen bottle to Kichirō. Fortunately, he was able to catch it.
“There,” Ryū said then attempted to touch Kichirō’s hair with his left hand.
“Don’t touch me with your dirty hand, you pervert!” Kichirō dodged his hand.
“I washed my hands, silly. And why’re you calling your benefactor a pervert? You should be thankful to me,” Ryū frowned and drew back his hand.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but thanks. I’ll treat you to a meal later to get even,” Kichirō hated owing people so he offered to treat him a meal.
“No need. Just grant me a wish next time.” After saying that, Ryū immediately left him without giving Kichirō a chance to react.
“A wish? Do I look like a genie?” Kichirō muttered to himself.
Back in the laboratory…
“Professor, look! Kichirō’s sperm cells are so motile!” One of his group mates excitedly said while checking on the sample under the microscope.
“What a fine specimen! You’re a strong bunny, eh?” The professor said, teasing Kichirō.
Everyone laughed in the laboratory.
Dammit, another day of humiliation! What sin did I commit in my previous life to get this?
The day finally ended. It was around eleven in the evening when Kichirō finally decided to sleep. When he was about to fall asleep, he heard the door to his room open.
Fudge! Who could that be? He was so terrified.
He could see the silhouette of the person who came in his room, but he could not tell who it was. He was so afraid that he laid there on his bed like a stone, closed his eyes, and continued acting like he was really asleep. He could not fight back if he would attempt to brawl with this person.
All of a sudden, Kichirō felt something press down on top of him. He could smell the stench of liquor. Shit! This guy’s drunk! I can’t move. The man who came in was so heavy.
“Don’t move…Bench Boy, I’m tryin to shleep,” The man slurred as he spoke.
Holy fudge! It’s Ryū-senpai! He hugged Kichirō as if he was a pillow. “This is your punishment,” He continued with his drunk talk.
No! No! Shit! I’m getting goosebumps from this guy! My heart’s starting to race again and I hate it. Even if Kichirō’s mind denied it, his heart and body said otherwise. He felt comfortable while Ryū was hugging him, even if he reeked of alcohol. It felt as if Kichirō fitted well in Ryu’s embrace. To his surprise, he fell asleep, as well.