Kyoka froze in place at the sheer unexpectedness of the situation.
Masanojo, lying on the bed, wore a pained expression.
Wanting nothing more than to help him somehow, she had told him to ask for anything she could do.
In response, Masanojo had steeled himself, thrown off the blanket, and shown it to her.
It was his penis, erect to an impossible size.
Faced with it, Kyoka remained frozen and unable to move.
What on earth was this?
What did it mean?
She couldn’t process the reality in front of her.
No — she knew what it was in terms of knowledge.
This was a male genitalia, a so-called penis.
And she also knew, as knowledge, that this was the state called an erection, when a penis becomes hard.
But the one in front of her was so far removed from her common sense that it was completely different.
According to the medical books Kyoka had read, the average size of a male genitalia was about three to five centimeters, and even the largest ones never exceeded seven centimeters.
The thickness of an erect penis was said to be roughly the size of an adult woman’s thumb.
But the penis in front of her right now was so far beyond those descriptions.
Its enormous size was obvious even through his pants.
Fifteen centimeters?
No, eighteen… maybe even more?
Masanojo’s penis was that large.
Kyoka was left speechless by the sheer absurdity of it.
What was going on here?
She desperately tried to think, but no answer came to her.
“U-Um… that is… um…”
Masanojo looked at her with an anxious expression.
Noticing this, Kyoka instantly decided what she needed to do and acted.
First, a doctor.
She had to show this to a doctor.
A penis of this size… it might be some kind of disease.
If so, he needed to be examined by a physician immediately.
Thinking that, Kyoka tried to hurry out of the room.
“Ah, wait!!”
Masanojo grabbed her arm and stopped her.
Pulled with more force than she expected, Kyoka lost her balance and fell on top of him.
Their eyes met.
Kyoka froze.
In her entire life, she had never been face-to-face with a man this close before.
The face right in front of her still retained a bit of boyishness, yet it also possessed a masculine ruggedness that drew people in — a very sexy face.
But that sexy face was currently wearing a very sad expression.
“U-Um, i-it’s not what you think!
Th-That’s…!”
Looking at the boy in front of her, eyes filled with tears and trembling like a rain-soaked puppy, Kyoka didn’t know how to respond.
“I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!”
Masanojo desperately repeated his apologies, leaving Kyoka confused.
She couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for.
He continued apologizing while crying, but his expression was full of pain.
Then Kyoka remembered his earlier words.
(Ah.)
And then Kyoka arrived at a certain truth.
A very sad truth.
The boy named Kasumi Masanojo had been attacked by a criminal and subjected to sexual assault.
That trauma had caused him to seal away his own memories so that his heart wouldn’t be wounded any further.
That was why the boy in front of her didn’t know.
He had forgotten.
He had forgotten what an erection was.
So he had been shocked and confused by his suddenly enlarged penis.
And because he had lost those memories, he had also forgotten how to relieve an erection, which was why he was suffering like this now.
Why?
Why did Masanojo have to be hurt this much?
Kyoka couldn’t help but feel sorrow for his situation.
“I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!”
Confused by the changes in his own body and not knowing what to do, Masanojo was still desperately apologizing.
Unable to hold back any longer, Kyoka cradled his head and spoke to him in a gentle tone.
It’s okay.
You’re not at fault.
You haven’t done anything wrong.
She kept speaking to him gently and kindly.
Masanojo apologized to her for causing trouble.
Ah, what a kind-hearted boy this was.
Kyoka couldn’t help thinking that.
Even though he was in such a painful situation, he could still show consideration for others.
Even now, he felt guilty for bothering her.
What a brave, kind child.
Kyoka gently stroked his head.
I’m fine, so don’t worry about it.
She told him in a soft voice, and Masanojo seemed to relax a little, blushing and looking down.
But his face soon twisted in pain again.
Kyoka recalled the knowledge in her head.
Hadn’t one of the medical books she read mentioned that men sometimes experience pain during an erection?
And that the way to relieve that pain was by stroking the hardened penis?
Wasn’t that written somewhere?
She looked at the boy in front of her.
His expression was full of suffering.
She wanted to help him somehow.
She wanted to ease his pain.
Right now, she was the only one here.
Then she would be the one to save this boy.
Faced with the still-suffering Masanojo, it didn’t take long for Kyoka to reach that conclusion.
And so she took action to help him.
“It’s okay now.
Don’t worry.
Onee-san will take care of it for you.”
Saying that, Kyoka reached toward his lower body and pulled down the pants he was wearing.
Kyoka was shocked.
The penis in front of her was completely different from the photos in the medical books.
The foreskin that should have been covering it was fully retracted, completely exposing the glans.
The vicious ridge of the corona looked like a sickle.
Thick veins ran along the shaft — as thick as a woman’s arm — pulsing powerfully with each heartbeat.
This was a weapon.
A one-of-a-kind deadly weapon.
Kyoka stood there in a daze.
Masanojo called out to her worriedly.
“U-Um… Kukon-san…”
“Hah!?”
Pulled back to reality by his voice, Kyoka grimaced at her own mistake.
(What are you doing, Kyoka!?
If you make a face like that, Masanojo-kun will get anxious!
Pull yourself together!
You’re the one who’s going to save him!)
She gave herself a mental slap.
“It’s okay.
Don’t worry.”
She told him that, then gently reached out toward the huge penis in front of her and carefully took hold of it so as not to hurt him.
“Hyu!”
Masanojo let out a high-pitched cry.
Kyoka immediately let go.
“I-I’m sorry!
D-Did it hurt?”
“N-No, I’m fine.
I just… got surprised…”
“Are you really okay?”
“Y-Yes…”
“I see.
Then I’ll continue…?”
“…Yeah.”
With his permission, she reached for his penis again.
The moment she touched it, it twitched hard, startling her, but this time she didn’t let go.
She firmly gripped it.
“Are you okay?
Does it hurt?”
“Yes… I’m fine.”
“Okay.
Then I’ll keep going.”
Kyoka slowly began stroking Masanojo’s penis.
She held it gently so it wouldn’t hurt, using the same soft pressure one would use when stroking a baby’s head, moving her hand up and down the shaft.
“Ugh…”
Masanojo let out a muffled sound.
Did I hurt him!?
Thinking that, Kyoka was about to stop and looked up at his face—
And she saw it.
There was Masanojo’s face, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed red, drool dripping from his mouth, completely lost in pleasure.