Physical Examination (3)
Physical Examination (3)
A world without sports?
No, there are probably sports, but no UFC or anything like that in this worldline.
The feeling of losing the massive reason for living itself brought a wave of despair crashing over me.
Even if I gave up on meeting women, I was hoping for extreme sports or something.
That macho thrill you get from sports? That was one of my core instincts.
But no Boxing, no UFC... what the hell is there?
'What am I supposed to do to live now?'
Just for a split second, while I was lost in my own thoughts.
Something like a long baton slammed into my spine from behind.
Then a burning pain spread across my entire back.
My already wobbly legs buckled with a plop.
As I collapsed, I barely managed to turn and see what had hit me.
Something drone-like whirring through the air.
It was pointing a tiny hole right at me.
Looked like it'd nailed me with some kind of shockwave.
Only then did I snap back to what I was even fighting for.
But no matter how hard I tried to muster my strength, the science and tech from 400 years in the future was too damn powerful.
With a sharp, electric pain, I started blacking out slow.
Seemed like a stun gadget meant to knock you out or deliver a mental shock.
'Ah, fuck... not there, not my dick, not...'
Strength drained from my fists.
*
How much time had passed?
I was strapped down, limbs bound to some kind of frame.
Not lying on my back staring at the ceiling.
More like they'd laid me on a bed and stood it upright vertically.
My whole body was sore as hell.
Wasn't just the electric shock.
Everything throbbed right down to the bone.
'Definitely got trampled. Someone stomped my back, shoulders, ass—everywhere, no mercy.'
Prime suspect.
That researcher I'd turned my jaw at.
She probably gave me a nice firm step.
Not alone either—her cheering buddies probably piled on and trampled me good.
I like footjob play and all, but not like this.
And... I fucking hate this.
Passing out and waking up.
I'd already slept for 400 years—sleeping again? Fuck that noise.
Right now... I was buck naked, not a stitch of underwear.
The triangle panties I'd worn like a good boy since dawn yesterday? Peeled right off.
Made me feel kinda refreshed, sure.
But if it's gonna be like this, I might stop wearing 'em on purpose from now on.
If this is how they treat men anyway, no need for me to play gentleman.
[hello ~ woo~ monster, you're in the analysis room now.]
That kid-like voice blared from the internal speaker.
"Hello my ass, you collapsed."
I spat the curse.
In my head.
'GO TO HELL, you little shit.'
But for now, let's play nice and hear what the hell she's yapping about.
Times like this, stay cool.
Handle it like a man.
No point poking the kidnapper bear—or mad scientist.
"What do you want."
[From now on~ we're starting surgery. Genital Amputation Surgery.]
"Uwaaaah... you crazy bitch—! Get out here right now. Boxing rules, let's go."
No matter what, amputation? Fuck no.
I lost it in terror and rage, thrashing my body like a maniac.
For all my desperate flailing, the limb restraints didn't budge an inch.
[Oh... what insane power...! The primitive male's raw power—!]
Totally clashing with my impending doom, Uriel's voice was bubbly enough to suspect mania.
Like hell I'm gift-wrapping my cannon for that freak.
But.
"Damn it..."
Thrashed like a beast for ages, but all I got was wrists screaming like they were ripping.
Exhausted, I let my head loll.
No more of that mocking male power, power bullshit.
Touched by my pathetic ass?
Maybe she'll cut me loose?
'Bullshit... if she was the type, she wouldn't have stripped me bare for show-and-tell.'
I gave a bitter laugh.
Like the tragic drama lead.
Just like Jesus Christ from 2,000 years back...
Wait, 400 years later, that makes him a 2,400-year-old relic.
'Would even Jesus get shat on just for being a dude?'
Random curiosity hit.
World's values flipped? History lessons gotta be rewritten too.
Most big shots I knew were guys.
What kinda rap do they get now?
A religion started by some man? No way that shit survives.
"Fuck... what's the goddamn point."
I howled at the sky.
'Get castrated like this? I didn't tough out 400 years in the Cryogenic Device for this bullshit.'
As I drowned in deep despair, that perky high-pitched voice piped up.
[Um, um! Yep, even that mysterious power has its limits. Safe now, judgment call.]
Hallucination.
Her power, power chant wasn't done.
Uriel'd just been enjoying my macho meltdown show.
Moments later.
A near-silent door slid open.
Uriel strolled in, hands jammed in her white coat pockets.
"Her stride's ridiculously short."
Best I could muster was that lame-ass jab.
158cm ain't that tiny, but it was all I had.
"You run okay on legs that short? Coat's gonna drag."
Prodded her, but Uriel just cocked her head—no biggie.
"Your tits are fucking tiny too. You even a chick? Face says adult."
Gotta admit, Uriel's got that eerie doll-joint pretty vibe.
Big whoop—flat as a board, body all scrawny overall.
"Hmm..."
But Uriel kept her cool right through.
Nasal hum heavy.
She sauntered around me leisurely, then locked eyes on my junk.
Naked as jaybird, I twisted my legs like mad—but it just made 'em look like slutty chicken drumsticks.
Goddamn it.
"This size? First time seeing."
"......"
Uriel splayed her hand wide, sizing up my goods.
Hell, to measure proper, she gloved up in white, grabbed my shaft, and yanked it straight.
"Ugh... hurts, damn it."
"Hm? it hurts? Didn't pull that hard. but, im so sorry, but i love you~"
"Fuck, no singing. What the hell song is that."
"Fu hu hu hung♪"
"Hands off another guy's dick, warning—keep groping like that and..."
"And?"
Innocent-as-fuck face, head tilt redux.
But this bitch? Treats men like lab rats, full mad scientist.
No way she don't know the devil lurking under that skin.
No clue what research she's into, but those tiny hands squishing my dick skin? Bet they're behind the trash science neutering and castrating dudes.
"... it'll get bigger, fuck—!"
She dropped it at my words.
"Hoh, not fully grown yet...?"
"Don't underestimate me—my dick, uh..."
"Hmm, yeah?"
"... fuck, my dick hits bitches like you womb-deep in one thrust—!"
"Eek......"
Fuck it, all-in now.
Gonna get screwed anyway—die with male pride intact.
Electric shock? Head bonk from the trampling? Whatever, courage surged.
*
'Crazy bitch...'
Only thought rattling my skull.
Barges in and starts dick-fondling outta nowhere?
My surging balls-of-steel had jack shit to do with it—Uriel's torture-lite kept rolling.
"Bu-but I said the dick gets bigger..."
Panicking, I babbled bullshit.
But whatever scare-tactic I threw? Just poked her curiosity more.
Brushed off my badass lines light as air.
Then went full grope-mode.
Palmed my balls light, then one-handed the limp shaft easy.
Kinda tickly-nice vibe hits—bam, squeezes hard so the pillar pops outta her grip, lets go, fingertips tickle-torture the whole thing.
Hating this weirdo chick or not, 400 years pent-up? No way no reaction.
"Ooh..."
Blood starting to pool in my dick—Uriel squats low, lets out a gasp.
"Hee, this too? First time. For real... natural erection... erection..."
"... why me? What do you want..."
"400 years ago, this goes in woman's inner tunnel—insertion and injection, that stuff?"
"... shut up, shut the fuck up."
Insertion this, injection that—fancy med terms don't kill the reaction.
No clue her game.
"Why S-X Carriers got castrated? Kinda get it now. Creepy. Hee..."
"... mouth that shit, but don't stare and paw me. You toying with me?"
"Haaang, too big... gonna tear me up. Gonna shatter..."
"Listen up, quit the fake porn moans—! You an AV star or what?"
"Real talk, so scary, terrifying. Old-time women's pain, so sad..."
"You tossing in weird English on purpose, right? Total Konglish bullshit."
Getting suspicious now.
Feels deliberate, like she's fucking with me.
Speaks Korean fine, drops random words.
Straight-up acting like 'I no speaky Korean.'
"The act was fine, yeah? You too, ugh... know it? S-X Carrier contact—women get rapid secretion response. So, not that painful, or whatever—!"
Spitballing nonsense, not even sure what I meant.
Can't lose everything like this.
Nah, had some logic.
Real talk, S-X Carriers? Women bodies force-react hard most times.
Still called 'rape' 'cause psychologically? No love for the dude.
Couldn't own their pussy juicing up for some unloved guy.
Felt good mid-fuck or not, forgiving that reason? Only in hentai-land.
What matters when you're together? Not the nut—feelings.
I yapped desperately.
Gotta save my precious jewels from this psycho chick.
'Gotta save 'em. Man's a man. Dick's gotta live...'
Dick fails? Prolonging life ain't shit reward.
Way off, but I dreamed of family.
My kid, my blood...
World boots men? Fine.
Natural breeding impossible era? Sure—irregulars everywhere.
Bet I can find one chick matching my vibe.
So I ain't ending here.
"My theology says, normal sex? Impossible with this. Theoretically."
Uriel muttered, eyeballing my cock so close her eyelids could've French-kissed it.
Fuck knows what dick-religion she's on about.