Chapter 228: Her Head Dropped.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 228: Her Head Dropped.
Silence hung over the interview room.
Usually, silence is described as 'chilling,' but right now, it felt more appropriate to say a 'scorching' silence was swirling in the air.
The Doctor Sister, who had just been slapped on the cheek by my flesh club, and the other interviewers all had their eyes wide open, their heated gazes fixed on my member. I could feel the space occupied by this silence growing hotter by the second.
"T-this... what... this is..."
Arisa seemed unable to accept reality, or perhaps it was an instinctive fear. She had completely forgotten her 'composed wolf sister' concept, leaning back to distance herself from my monster cock.
Actually, with her brilliant brain, she likely sensed the danger of this female-transforming rod—a tool of hypnosis that erodes a woman's intelligence in real-time—and reacted quickly to protect herself.
Seeing her instinctive fear made the muscles in my lower body tighten.
I had come here after emptying my load about three times this morning just to avoid the misfortune of getting an erection during the exam, but it seemed that wasn't enough. My libido has been surging lately; by the time school ends, I'm usually in a state where I have to rush to my Mom (self-proclaimed) to empty my heavy seminal vesicles, so this wasn't exactly unusual!
Anyway, I had to make a good impression on the interviewers to be certified as an SSS-Rank Male, so I hid my slight tension and asked with feigned nonchalance.
"Is the exam over with this?"
Everyone remained silent, staring only at my thing. Since it was long, thick, and looked downright nefarious, it was only natural that even the Doctor Sister was speechless.
Given its length and girth, it wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say it was the size of a forearm. On top of that, various bead-like protrusions were scattered across it as if they had been embedded there, radiating an extraordinary heat. Around them were structures standing up like scales set in the opposite direction.
"Professor Arisa, shouldn't you take the measurements?"
"Huh? Oh... right. I mean... it doesn't look like a disease, but..."
If she had immediately started sucking and licking it like my Mom, I would have considered letting her use it once. However, the werewolf sister, possessed of a strong professional spirit, pushed her fingers between her eyes as if adjusting her glasses.
It seemed she wore glasses while working, even if she went without them normally. Since I didn't have any 'glasses heroines' around me, I thought that if this sister was a virgin, I wouldn't mind sharing some of my precious semen with her occasionally.
"I heard this is a side effect of taking the wrong elixir. My Mom told me."
"An elixir? If it's this kind of elixir... then the Yang energy and Yin energy... ugh..."
The werewolf doctor leaned in slightly closer to the penis as if to analyze it in detail. Her nose twitched, and she let out a foolish-sounding groan.
Seeing her yellow eyes trembling so much, it seemed her IQ had dropped too low from the penis that kills women and turns them into sows, leaving her unable to even perform an analysis.
"If you're not sure, you can try smelling it."
"W-wait... putting it to my nose... ugh... uuuu... Sniff, sniff...Haaa...Inhale...Exhale..."
Arisa, faced with the giant cock that had been enhanced three times—a tool rated to make women masturbate just by the scent alone—couldn't keep her mouth shut. She began to sniff it with a dazed expression.
At first, it was just a twitch of her nose, but now, like a child obsessed with the scent of a citron, she began to shove the scent of the penis deep into her mind with profound breaths. Habitually, I lightly stroked her head.
"T-this is... ugh... an elixir... it's definitely a side effect... but... how did it take such a wonderful form... ugh..."
She seemed to be trying to analyze something, but in front of my monster cock, there was a hypnosis that forced one's intelligence into the double digits. Arisa couldn't even grasp the essence of the situation before her hand began to slip between her thighs.
"We have to do the physical examination, don't we? Check it quickly."
"T-this... it's a lie... it should be an implant... Why, why... it's real... it's the real thing... this... it doesn't make sense..."
It was cute seeing her try to force her stalled brain to work, her yellow pupils half-hidden behind her eyelids.
"It's been huge since I was a kid, so my younger sister teased me all the time. Just how big is this compared to others?"
"The... the biggest... there's no way something like this exists... even in the colonies... there's nothing like this anymore..."
Seeing as they even kept statistics on colonial males, it seemed the other side was quite worried about the status of men. No, now was the time to dig for information about the colonies, where information was restricted.
"Do they measure them like this in the colonies too?"
"They... they report it through their own surveys... We don't force them..."
'Own surveys' suggested that it wasn't hosted by the Governorate itself, but rather that subordinate organizations were likely measuring men's tools and collecting the data to get on their good side.
It was a struggle to ignore the penis, which was steadily rising in angle, so I couldn't continue the questioning smoothly.
If the interrogation(?) went too far, it could cause problems with the four interviewer sisters staring this way with gazes that seemed ready to melt!
"Do you sisters over there want to come and take a closer look too? You have to evaluate it, right?"
The sisters, who had been leaning over the desk and staring intently, jumped in surprise and sat up straight, pretending to be dignified.
And then, silence. A heated atmosphere had been created, but everyone seemed to be trying to save face. Only the sound of the werewolf doctor sniffing remained, while the others watched with envious eyes, glancing at each other.
Just as I was thinking this might be a bust, the sister sitting on the far right stood up.
"...Shall we?"
I couldn't easily guess her race, but seeing her neatly cut bob, she had an ambiguous vibe—somewhere between a sister and a lady—that suggested she would be very satisfying to bed.
"...Well, it is an evaluation, after all."
"Ahem, even if it's become a formality, the exam is still mandatory..."
They all stood up, making excuses, and approached me.
"Wow..."
"It's... really huge."
"Even more than my husband's..."
Unlike watching from a distance, they couldn't hide their admiration at seeing the giant penis right in front of them. My meat club, unable to hold back any longer, surged with power.
It stood tall.
"T-that much...?"
"Is it... hard, Professor Arisa?"
"W-wow..."
I could see them all swallowing hard, their thighs pressed tightly together.
Feeling annoyed by them looking down on me, I grabbed the wrist of the sister who mentioned having a husband and pulled her down.
"Come closer and look. On your knees."
"Ah, yes..."
The married sister, unable to resist the command to kneel, became just as polite as Arisa beside her. I gripped the tip of my penis and brought it roughly to her nose so she could smell it.
"What does it smell like?"
"Ugh... t-this... it's a strange smell... but why... why..."
As if she were full of pent-up frustration, the married sister didn't pull away from the penis rubbing against her nose. I moved it slightly from side to side, playing with her.
Every time I did, she moved her head to chase the scent. It was so cute that I lowered the penis further and slapped her cheek with it.
Slap. Slap.
"Ngh, ngh, ah...! It's... so hard..."
"How hard is it exactly? You need to give me an evaluation."
"It's... definitely the best... but a club like this..."
Seeing as she couldn't even carry on a proper conversation, it seemed the married sister's IQ had been tanked. The three standing awkwardly nearby watched with envy.
"Since this is an audition, you three stand together too. I'll let you smell it."
"Ah, okay..."
"I-it's for the evaluation..."
Uttering irresponsible words that I couldn't even tell who said, they all knelt down in the same way and lined up.
I felt like I could probably take at least three of them right here, but as a gourmet, I wondered if it was worth the effort since the others, aside from the doctor, were just average beauties.
Even though my stamina was increasing, there were so many formidable sows around me that my virility was constantly being drained. If I just went around dicking anything anywhere, I'd surely run out of energy when it really mattered.
If I didn't maintain the overwhelming advantage I'd built and the females started to look down on me, I'd likely end up as a biological dildo rather than a master.
"For hardness, an S?"
"T-this... needs... a new rank..."
I lightly tapped the married sister's cheek with my penis and let the other interviewers beside her take a sniff one by one.
"J-just a little more... I'm not sure yet..."
"The shape... I think we need a new rank for that too..."
"Ugh... l-let me smell it just a bit more..."
I could see all their IQs dropping to rock bottom. My monster penis, already enhanced +2 by the Ice Essence and the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core, had evolved to +3 through the Sexual Art, making the hypnotic effect even stronger.
"I... I think I'll only know if I... taste it..."
"Then it wouldn't be an exam anymore, would it?"
I cut her off firmly.
The married sister, who had made the suggestion, realized she had crossed the line. Her head dropped low.
