I Went About My Life Normally Without Noticing It Was a World With Few Men, and Things Went Terribly Wrong - 12

Chapter 12: Suspect: Yuka Shirasago

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Just before the door slid open, Yoshino-sensei casually pulled the blanket over my lower body.

Oh right, that was close. Normally you shouldn’t answer a knock with your lower half completely exposed. That would count as indecent exposure. Since Celly and the others had come in while I was like that earlier, it had started to feel normal somehow.

“Help me, Hikari-san!”

“Huh? Yuka, what happened?”

“I’m being suspected of something I don’t even understand!”

The one who came in was Yuka. Her lower body still seemed numb, and she was seated in a wheelchair. Pushing it was one of the female detectives I had met earlier. Behind her, more officers filed in, and before I knew it their number had doubled to four, blocking the entrance to the room. What had happened during the questioning? If she had confessed about the kitchen knife, she would have been arrested on the spot, so she wouldn’t be here now. Then what else could have put Yuka in such a bad position?

If they claimed I had collapsed from having too much semen drained out of me, or that something abnormal had happened to my penis, maybe in this world that would count as aggravated rape. But I was insisting my penis was fine, and officially there were still no test results yet.

If they argued that Yuka had prevented me from leaving the house for an entire day, that might fall under unlawful confinement or stalking, but that wasn’t intentional on her part. It was force majeure. Thinking about it further was pointless, and stirring things up could just make it worse. They had brought Yuka here for now, so I decided to listen to what the police had to say.

When I asked, it really was an absurd accusation.

“Detective, you said this wasn’t rape. What are you saying Yuka did?”

“Yes. Shirasago-san is not suspected of rape, but of drug use.”

“What!? …Huh?”

I had considered all kinds of possibilities, yet this was completely unexpected. It made no sense. There was no way Yuka was using drugs. She was responding clearly, and I could testify that I had monitored her behavior at zero distance for an entire day. Well, I couldn’t vouch for anything before yesterday, but still…

“I told you over and over I didn’t use anything! You checked my belongings, stripped me naked, examined my whole body, even did a urine test and you’re still suspicious of me!”

“The urine test was negative too? Then this is clearly a false accusation. On what grounds are you suspecting her?”

Yuka voiced her frustration. Her argument was sound. Being stripped naked meant they had checked for injection marks. The urine test had come back clean. There should have been no room for doubt. I glared at the detective.

“It’s true that nothing was detected in the tests. However, Shirasago-san exhibits characteristics typical of drug users.”

“And what exactly are those?”

“Abnormal facial expressions and sudden screaming. Many people witnessed her acting in a delirious state.”

At first I didn’t understand what she meant. When I looked at Yuka in surprise, she was bright red, covering her face with both hands. Then I understood what they were talking about. Yuka’s crazed, pleasure-addled expression, her body shaking violently as she screamed through repeated climaxes. Yeah. Dozens of people had seen it.

The police had initially responded with two officers to a report of male abuse. Upon arrival, additional information came in that the suspect was mentally unstable. That was why two more officers had been added, urine tests conducted, and witnesses interviewed in parallel. Listening to the capable-looking female detective explain this so seriously, I felt dumbfounded.

“There’s no way that’s true… I mean, Yuka might be, well, she’s a bit lewd, but… It’s not drugs. I can say that for sure.”

“Hikari-san, that’s awful! I’m not lewd!”

“Well, uh… If that clears the suspicion, I kind of have to say it.”

Was the charge “lewdness,” then? To Yuka and me, this already felt like a joke, but the detectives’ suspicious gazes didn’t soften. Four officers were here. If one were just foolish, that would be one thing, but four police officers were seriously investigating this. That realization made my head ache. This wasn’t something we could laugh off.

“Look, Officer, I’ve told you again and again. Yuka didn’t use drugs. She’s just always been like this.”

“Even so… Many witnesses, including medical professionals, testified that she was in an unmistakably abnormal state.”

“I don’t know what it’ll take to convince you…”

“Believe me, we’re at our wits’ end too.”

I knew Yuka hadn’t used drugs. That meant she was genuinely capable of losing control like that while sober. But no matter how much I insisted, it was a stalemate. From the detectives’ perspective, that level of behavior was impossible without drugs.

If this continued, suspicion could even fall on me—that I had used drugs to manipulate her. Ignoring them completely and forcing them to leave was an option. There was no evidence. In a country governed by law, the police couldn’t arrest Yuka on mere suspicion. And an “unknown drug” couldn’t be illegal if it wasn’t known.

We could refuse to engage and tell them to leave. But that would create a serious problem. Leaving the suspicion unresolved would mean Yuka would be watched by the police indefinitely. They would inevitably search for other ways to prove drug use—house searches, seizing security camera footage, and so on.

And that was where the kitchen knife became a problem. Evidence that Yuka had rummaged through my mail in the apartment mailbox might surface too. What cruel irony. Completely unrelated to drugs, yet the knife—and her earlier actions—had come back to haunt her.

So I had no other choice. I had to prove, right here, that Yuka was simply… Lewd. How could I do that? Making her climax again wouldn’t help. The detectives had already seen that and only suspected drugs more. What other proof was there…?

As I hit a dead end, the one who came to our rescue was Professor Germaine Yoshino, who had been quietly observing until now.

“Excuse me for interrupting, but may I have a word?”

“And you are?”

“My apologies. I am Yoshino, a professor at the Institute of Medical Science.”

As Yoshino-sensei stepped in, the female detective asked who she was. The younger officers widened their eyes at her native-level Japanese, but Yoshino-sensei ignored the reaction and continued.

“You seem to be debating whether Yuka Shirasago-kun is lewd. But I believe the premise itself is flawed.”

“What do you mean?”

“The reason Shirasago-kun experiences such intense orgasms is neither lewdness nor drug use.”

She pronounced orgasme in native French just now. That odd detail caught my attention as Yoshino-sensei met my eyes. I see. I get it now. There was another possibility that we should’ve considered. I nodded. But the detectives still looked like they were following nothing. That made sense. When they first arrived for Yuka-san’s interrogation, I was already wearing pants.

“Take a look at this.”

“W–What!? Why is he erect!? And why is he not wearing anything!?”

Yoshino-sensei flipped back the blanket. My penis was fully exposed, sending the officers into confusion. One correction was needed. I wasn’t erect. After Celly’s handjob I had nearly climaxed, but during this serious discussion, it had gone soft. This was my normal flaccid size.

“Erection aside, no. He isn’t erect. This is how it normally is.”

Yoshino-sensei explained in my stead.

“That’s impossible—!”

“It’s true. …Celly.”

“Understood.”

Ignoring the flustered detectives, Yoshino-sensei signaled to her daughter. Celly immediately moved. It seemed something had been communicated between mother and daughter. I wondered what it was, and Celly moved immediately.

“Whoa!?”

“Stay calm. Make it big like you did before.”

Her delicate hand gripped my penis, and the up-and-down motion began. Just like before, her pink nipples were peeking out here and there. In an instant, my member reached its maximum size.

“Th-This is…”

“As you can see. His penis is extraordinary.”

The word “penis” from Sensei’s mouth was also a French pronunciation. Not the English-accented “pe-nis.” Incidentally, I believe the katakana “penisu” in Japanese probably entered from German as a medical term.

Despite having achieved the objective, for some reason, Celly didn’t stop the handjob. It was making a squelching sound with pre-ejaculatory fluid. In this world, William Cowper probably didn’t exist, or if he did, he wouldn’t have become a doctor, so I didn’t know what Cowper’s fluid was called. Perhaps a female doctor from the same lineage had discovered it instead.

If I didn’t distract myself with such idle thoughts, I was going to be forced to ejaculate. Just as I thought it was getting dangerous, Yoshino-sensei stopped Celly. As I suspected, this person had realized what was happening earlier and didn’t stop her. Possible motives included wanting to observe my ejaculation or wanting her daughter to gain experience in making a man ejaculate.

I didn’t care that Celly, looking somewhat disappointed for some reason, was sniffing her hand which now carried the scent of my penis. Yoshino-sensei proceeded to the main point.

Now everything made sense. The reason the police were so stubbornly suspicious of Yuka-san was right there. In a world where men were poorly endowed, it was unthinkable that a woman could climax from penetration. From their perspective, unless drugs were involved, there was no logical explanation for it. 

Are the penises here really that pathetic?

“Because the penis is exceptional, Shirasago-kun showed an exceptional response. Any objections?”

“It’s certainly a theory worth considering… However, I wonder if that alone clears Shirasago-san of suspicion. It seems hard to believe that simply because a penis is large, someone would scream in public as if they were in a state of delirium.”

Perhaps thanks to Sensei’s calm demeanor, the detective seemed to have regained some of her composure. She had backed off slightly regarding the drug suspicion, but she was still persistent.

In fact, I thought the detective’s doubt itself was reasonable. Why was Yuka-san so incapable of showing restraint? If it were her first time, that would be one thing, but despite having done it many times today, she never got used to it and continued to go crazy like that.

Is she just lewd after all?

But if I said that, the detectives would just think, “So it’s drugs after all,” and we’d never reach a solution. We were still on odds here.

“Hmm. Then let us hear from Shirasago-kun herself.”

“Me!?”

“Yes. Could you tell us in your own words why you feel such a deep orgasm? There may be a clue there.”

Yuka-san, who had been surrounded and forced to listen to talk about her being lewd and her climaxing-frenzy in public, had been covering her face with no way to escape, but it seemed she had been listening properly after all. 

The question of why she climaxes during sex. No matter that it was just me, her lover, and other women present, there would be great hesitation in speaking candidly to people she’d just met. But for Yuka-san, it was a desperate situation involving whether she would be arrested or not. It wasn’t that she’d completely lost her inhibitions, but she summoned her courage and opened her mouth.

“I’ll say this first, I’m not lewd! I never acted like this before having sex with Hikari-san!”

“Have you ever reached orgasm through masturbation?”

“…No. I always stop before that. It scares me.”

Oops, I just got testimony that she usually masturbates. 

Good job, Yoshino-sensei!

I applauded inwardly.

“Then what is special about sex with Wago-kun? Is it not the size of the penis?”

“The size is… I’m still not used to it. Um, there are times when it feels good when it hits certain spots, but that’s not when I climax.”

“I see. Then the condition for climaxing is…” 

“Yes. It’s when Hikari-san ejaculates. The moment he spurts his ejaculation deep inside me, my head goes all fuzzy and I don’t know what’s happening… I don’t really remember what I’m doing. I think that’s when I start screaming.”

Hearing Yuka-san’s explanation, Sensei’s face took on a look of conviction. Yuka-san then made a statement that supported Sensei’s understanding. At the sight of Yuka-san trembling as she recalled the sensation of being ejaculated into, the women listening around her also blushed, seemingly imagining things.

Then, Yoshino-sensei, who alone had been listening impassively, spoke with certainty.

“Now it’s clear. It’s not just ejaculation. He ejaculates at the deepest part of the vagina. That is what’s different from the case of a normal male.” 

“Such a thing is possible…?”

“It’s likely. If we consider it that way, a light seems to shine on the mystery surrounding the significance of the orgasm.”

The sexologist began to speak like a fish in water. What happened during a climax was mostly the same as for women in the old world I knew. Increased secretion of love juices, the uterus moving so the depths expand and then contract, and so on. In my knowledge, that was understood as neutralizing acidity to help sperm survive, or the uterine contractions acting like a pipette to suck up sperm, making pregnancy easier.

However, because the men of this world were just that poorly endowed, women never reached a climax during sex. Consequently, a climax had become something enjoyed only by experts accustomed to masturbation. Therefore, the aspects related to sperm had never even been considered until now. They couldn’t understand why love juices were secreted after climaxing during solo play, or why the uterus contracted. It was incomprehensible.

But if it was related to internal ejaculation, then everything started to connect. Sensei was reaching the same interpretation known in my world all on her own.

Furthermore, Sensei had obviously been thinking about the same thing regarding the mystery I had discussed with Yuka-san in the bath earlier—the mystery of why men were so poorly endowed compared to the depth of women’s vaginas. And the moment she saw the size of my penis, she had similarly realized the possibility that this might be how a penis is meant to be.

“—That is the situation. Therefore, is it not the case that an orgasm is something originally reached automatically upon receiving an ejaculation in the depths of the vagina? And is reaching it through masturbation not a substitute that developed because that original act became impossible?”

Only this conclusion of Sensei’s contradicted the common sense of my previous world. In the old world, it went without saying that a woman wouldn’t necessarily climax just because she received an internal ejaculation. In fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was largely unrelated. But looking at Yuka-san’s case, it seemed this might be correct. In other words, a hypothesis was formed that the women who evolved in this world automatically climax when they receive semen directly near the cervix.

“Um, I’m not sure I fully understand, it’s quite difficult… But basically, you’re saying that if someone with a long penis like Wago-san’s ejaculates, anyone would end up like Shirasago-san?” 

“Indeed. I believe there are individual differences in behavior during an orgasm, but that is generally correct. It is still just a hypothesis, mind you. But for now, that seems to be the logical conclusion. I’d like to increase my data from here…”

The detective summarized the conversation, and Yoshino-sensei confirmed it. Then, she looked around at the group gathered there.

Data, that meant exactly what I’d think. It was a proposal to confirm whether someone would climax from an internal ejaculation. The male subject would, of course, be me, and the candidates for the female side would be everyone present except for Yuka-san.

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