I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 11

Chapter 11: Visitors in the Hospital Room

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When I lay down on the bed in the hospital room, a sudden wave of drowsiness washed over me. It was already ten o’clock at night. Normally it wouldn’t be time for me to sleep yet, but today I had only gotten four hours of rest…

It really had been a whirlwind of a day. I had been attacked by Yuka and spent the entire day having nonstop sex, and because of that I ended up calling an ambulance and being hospitalized. Who could have predicted that my first time ever riding in an ambulance would be for a reason like this?

There was no way they were going to put me in a shared room with women, so I was completely alone in a quiet hospital room. I felt like I could lose consciousness at any moment, but I wanted to stay awake until I knew Yuka had safely returned. So it was actually a blessing in disguise when a visitor came to my room at that moment.

“Sorry to disturb you so late at night. You’re Hikari Wago-san, correct?”

“Yes, that’s me, but…”

The instant I saw the woman, I tensed up, but the moment she opened her mouth and fluent Japanese flowed out, I immediately felt relieved. That was because she was very clearly Western. A white, middle-aged woman. Her exact age was hard to tell, but she looked somewhere between her forties and fifties.

She wore a name badge on her chest with the kanji “Yoshino,” but there was no way she was Japanese. Still, her Japanese was excellent, so it didn’t look like I’d need to strain myself trying to speak a foreign language.

“I am Germaine Yoshino. I am a professor at the medical science research institute here.”

It was only then that I learned that the place I’d been brought to by ambulance was actually the affiliated hospital of the university that both Yuka and I attended. I was about to assume it was simply because we were students, but apparently that wasn’t the only reason. Yoshino-sensei had apparently kept her antenna up, asking that any interesting cases involving genitalia be sent her way. Only now did I understand why there had been some confusion earlier when deciding on the ambulance’s destination.

Judging from the name Germaine, she was probably from a French-speaking region. She introduced herself as a professor in the institute’s genetics division, specializing in sexology. Of course, sexology didn’t deal only with genetics, nor was that even its main focus. Still, she said that simply having a laboratory dedicated to the niche field of sexology was something to be grateful for. This was the only university in Japan with a full-fledged lab of that kind, and even worldwide it was quite rare.

She explained that she had received sperm donation from a Japanese man surnamed Yoshino, and through that connection had come to Japan over a decade ago in the capacity of his wife, eventually securing a professorship at the university’s research institute. She had only ever visited him once to exchange brief greetings and had never engaged in sexual intercourse with him. In fact, he had been thirty years older than her and had already passed away.

Incidentally, in cases like this, a woman—at least in Japan—could choose to continue using her birth surname or take her husband’s surname. That choice was apparently completely free. Yoshino-sensei said frankly that she used the Yoshino name simply because it was more convenient for working in Japan.

“Now then, if you don’t mind, I have a request. I’d like you to show me your penis.”

Her blunt phrasing surprised me, but I had more or less expected this. A person claiming to be a sexology specialist showing up at this time obviously had business with my dick. I took off my underwear and exposed my lower body completely. Even though she was a woman, she was a fairly old lady, so she was well outside my strike zone. Saying “sorry” would probably be rude in its own way, but in any case, there wasn’t even a twitch.

“Here you go. Feel free to look.”

“Hm… Is it true that this is not erect?”

“Yes. I’m pretty exhausted today, after all.”

There was no way I could say something as rude as “I mean, you’re an old lady.” I blamed it on having too much sex. That wasn’t exactly a lie, either. Even if she was outside my preferences, the professor still retained traces of beauty. If I’d been in perfect condition after a few days of abstinence, there was a good chance I would’ve gotten hard.

“May I touch it?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Thank you… This is remarkable. Even like this, it’s about the size of an average man’s erect state.”

Perhaps a remnant of the prolonged erection, my dick was mostly limp but still retained a faint firmness as she squished it gently, voicing her admiration. Just how small were the men in this world? I kind of wanted to see what they looked like in their normal state… No, actually, I didn’t want to see other men’s stuff after all.

“I’d like to see it when it’s erect. …Ah! That’s it! I’d like to show it to my students in the lab as well. Would it be all right if I called them over?”

“Huh, right now? Well, I guess that’s fine…”

“In Japanese, you say, ‘Strike while the iron is hot,’ don’t you?”

With that, Yoshino-sensei said she’d be right back and hurried out with light footsteps. It was already quite late, were there really students still around at this hour? Medical students sure had it rough. But only a few minutes later, she returned with three female students.

The medical science institute building was supposed to be separate from the hospital, so it was way too fast. And for such a minor field, it was awfully convenient that several students were available. Had they been waiting on standby beforehand?

“Haha, you figured it out, didn’t you? These are all the students in my lab. I was informed of the emergency details and gathered them, thinking this would be an educational case. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it in time for the treatment…”

They were probably called out while relaxing at home, because all of them were dressed casually. One of them clearly looked like she had just gotten out of the bath since through the thin fabric of her camisole, I could see her nipples. Surrounded by those women, my dick became the center of attention. As they stared, it began to swell and grow larger.

“Eek…”

“It’s huge!”

“This is the penis that stayed erect for twenty hours and ejaculated seven times in one day…”

It ended up fully erect, pointing straight upward. The excuse I’d given Yoshino-sensei earlier was now obviously a lie, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she laughed with clear interest. She had seen right through the fact that I’d been paying special attention to the girl fresh out of the bath, and that my dick had grown while I was looking at the modest protrusions on her chest. No, it wasn’t just because she’d just bathed. She had another, much more striking feature. She was a stunningly cute girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Allow me to introduce her. This is my daughter, Celestine. It seems Wago-kun finds my daughter sexually attractive.”

“Celestine Yoshino. If it’s too long, call me Celly.”

I couldn’t deny the professor’s observation. Celestine-san showed no sign of being flustered at all either. She introduced herself to my dick as if she thought it was my main body. She was a second-year medical student in the faculty of medicine. Strictly speaking, she hadn’t yet been assigned to a lab, but her mother had brought her along for educational purposes. Perhaps inheriting part of her mother’s blunt manner of speech, she spoke Japanese that was concise and could even sound brusque.

Considering when Yoshino-sensei had come to Japan, her daughter had probably spent her early childhood—until around seven or eight—in her mother’s home country. Maybe she learned Japanese after that?

“Ah, nice to meet you… Celly-san?”

“That’s weird. Just Celly.”

“Celly, then. Nice to meet you…”

“Yeah.”

Indeed, “Celly” was already a nickname, so adding an honorific to it was strange. It was like calling someone “Ken-chan-san.” The other two older students—one of them in a doctoral program—also introduced themselves, but compared to Celly, their impact was weaker. Still, it wasn’t that they were unattractive. I found myself wondering when exactly our university’s overall looks level had risen so much, and where all the otaku guys had gone.

“Since we have the chance, why don’t you let them touch it as well? That is, if Wago-kun permits.”

Yoshino-sensei urged the students on. Of course, I had no reason to refuse. Somehow it ended up going in order from the seniors, but while the first two cautiously checked the hardness and warmth, the final third—Celly—handled it far more proactively, in a way that clearly stood out from the rest. Anyone from my original world would understand this, but out of a bit of vanity, I had actually presented my dick with the foreskin pulled back.

At first, Celly poked at the glans and examined the underside of the ridge, but then she started pulling the skin back up.

“Ah, hey—”

“Did it hurt?”

“No, it’s fine, but… Ah, any further than that hurts a bit.”

“Hm? Is there not enough skin? It’s different from what I saw in the textbook.”

She tried to pull the foreskin of my pseudo-phimosis to completely cover the glans. But unless someone had an extremely stretched foreskin from excessive play, it was normal for some of the head to remain visible when fully erect. Being told it was “not enough” was shocking. It felt like ancient Greek aesthetics all over again.

Were there no men with exposed glans in this world? Well, it couldn’t be zero, but they were probably considered developmentally deficient for lacking enough skin. And pseudo-phimosis must be the norm—though that was true in my original world as well, with about eighty percent of men fitting that category—and true phimosis probably existed in even greater numbers here.

“Is it better to keep the skin pulled back?”

“Well, either way is fine. When it goes inside a woman’s vagina, it peels back on its own.”

“I see.”

For some reason, I found myself explaining the nature of pseudo-phimosis while Celly listened and kept pulling the skin back and forth as she gripped my dick. That was completely a handjob. This was bad. It actually felt pretty good. I had to admit, discovering this on her first try was impressive.

Crouched beside the bed to touch my dick, she unintentionally let the tips of her small breasts peek in and out from the neckline of her camisole. Did she not realize it, or did she simply not care about being seen? In a world of mostly women, maybe there wasn’t even such a thing as being sensitive to gazes directed at one’s chest.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.”

“It’s harder than before. Are you excited? Oh, I see. It’s the same movement as when it goes in and out of a vagina.”

She really was smart. A beautiful girl I’d just met was calmly giving me a handjob. She stroked it with wet sounds, observing my dick up close and even sniffing it. Her lips might touch it at any moment. This was bad. Her hand movements became smoother, and in response, I felt myself getting close to climaxing.

And yet she didn’t notice? Weren’t women supposed to instinctively know when a man was about to ejaculate just by the state of his dick, even if they were virgins? Ah, that reflex must be limited to inside the vagina. They could tell by sensing the reactions of a penis inserted inside them, but with hands or mouths there was no such feedback, so an inexperienced woman wouldn’t know.

And she herself didn’t realize that. I was already on the verge of ejaculation, but because she didn’t sense it, she assumed I wasn’t there yet. The women surrounding us—including Yoshino-sensei—were probably all virgins. If I didn’t say anything, no one would know… Or perhaps the professor alone had noticed and was deliberately letting it be.

Should I stop her? But it felt good. I wanted to ejaculate like this…

Just as I thought I might run out of time while hesitating, there was a sudden knock on the hospital room door. Celly’s hand—and her face—pulled away from my dick. I answered, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment.

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