Chapter 10
As I tried to move away from the urinal in the last examination room, the researcher called me back. "Hold on, we need to adjust the urinal's position—could you help out a bit?"
Again? I swallowed a sigh. At this point, refusing orders wasn't even an option. I approached the urinal once more. That's when I got a good look at the researcher's face. A faint smile. The corner of her mouth was slightly upturned. Just like that split-second glimpse earlier—a smile that seemed to say she was enjoying every bit of it. This time, it wasn't my imagination. She was definitely smirking.
Sure enough, it was all deliberate. The urinal's position, the angle to the scale, the setup where you had to go around back to change the container. Every detail had been calculated. Knowing that and still being unable to escape—that was the essence of this situation.
I crouched down in front of the urinal again. Following her instructions, I checked the side and saw a lever for adjusting its position. Pulling it made the urinal shift up and down slightly.
"A bit lower... there. Perfect."
I pulled the lever, stopped, and made fine adjustments as directed. Once it was set, staring at the new position made it all too easy to picture. From now on, all three women would squat right there in front of it, legs spread, peeing.
Just imagining it nearly gave me a nosebleed. Sure enough, when I looked up, all three were staring at the urinal in horror.
...Now they were shocked? What did they think they'd do? Women can't pee standing up, so they'd have to squat, and squatting means spreading their legs, and spreading their legs means—
"Then, please come up one by one to pee."
The researcher's words dropped like a bomb. The women's faces drained of color. Peeing in front of a guy. It was a whole different level of humiliation from just showing their naked bodies. Women are always careful even in the bathroom not to let the sound carry outside, and now they had to spread their legs and pee with a man right there. Naked. In the most shameful pose imaginable.
Na Ye-jin opened her mouth to speak, but Ha-young beat her to it.
"Si-woo, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there staring?"
Her tone carried a hint of irritation. Hearing that snapped me out of it. Oh, right—I can't watch anymore. There was no excuse for it now. I'd had the urinal adjustment and container swap as reasons before. But my job here was done. No justification left to stand and stare straight ahead.
I wanted to watch so badly it hurt, but I couldn't. I dragged my heavy legs toward the tent wall. Standing there, I faced the fabric and started counting the folds. One, two, three, four...
Footsteps approached the urinal from behind. I couldn't tell who went first.
"...Sorry, but could you cover your ears too?"
It was Yoon Seo-yeon's voice. Small and trembling. I almost turned around but caught on immediately. The sound of peeing. Showing their naked bodies was humiliating enough, but letting a guy hear them pee was unbearable.
I silently raised both hands to my ears. Only then did I hear slight movements from behind. Footsteps, the sound of squatting.
The problem was— even with my hands over my ears, in this dead-quiet room, sounds still got through.
The researcher urged her to hurry, then silence fell. And then—
Shhhh...
It came. The sound of the school's most beautiful girl peeing. Such a mundane noise, yet so intensely stimulating. Even with my palms pressed tight, the liquid splashing in the quiet exam room pierced right through. The rippling trickle. A thin stream hitting the container.
I pictured Yoon Seo-yeon. Squatting in front of the urinal, legs spread, head bowed, face flushed as she peed. The image of urine flowing from between that thick bush I'd glimpsed earlier burned vividly in my mind.
My dick started to stir again.
The sound gradually faded. Then, the click of swapping something out. Click. Attaching a new container. Standing up, footsteps. And again—
Shhhh...
Probably Na Ye-jin. I imagined her peeing. Na Ye-jin squatting with legs spread over that smooth, hairless crotch. Urine gushing from the slit of those thick labia. Her huge breasts sagging downward in the squat, dark red nipples pointing toward her thighs—the fantasy chained on automatically.
Having already seen them naked made the images even more detailed. Eyes closed, but the scenes played out crystal clear.
The sound tapered off, another container swap. And—
Shhhh...
Ha-young. Ha-young peeing filled my head. Suddenly, I recalled our freshman MT trip. Ha-young in gym clothes, sitting cross-legged, chugging beer. "Si-woo, one more shot!" Her laughing face. That cross-legged pose weirdly overlapped in my mind with her now, legs spread before the urinal.
It was all from what I'd seen today. The imagination was too vivid. Her light bush, the faint slit, pink nipples. Every detail recombined to vividly replay Ha-young peeing.
With just today's sights, I'd have jerk-off material for months.
...I felt ashamed thinking that. But it was true.
Soon the sound died down, container removed. The researcher spoke.
"Alright, move to the next area. This is the last one, so please hurry a bit."
Last. The word brought strange relief—and regret.
I quickly headed the way the researcher pointed, leading the way and staring straight ahead. Hesitant footsteps trailed behind me. Bare feet slapping the floor. The faint rustle of skin brushing skin. One naked guy and three naked women walking a tent-lined corridor to the next spot. Utterly surreal. Like a dream.
This morning, I'd sighed at my bank balance of 12,473 won. Now, strolling naked with three beauties. If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake. But the cold floor underfoot kept reminding me it was real.
The tent passage opened to the next exam room. Empty space. No scale, no urinal, no X-ray. Just open floor and tent walls.
But there was a problem. Two researchers stood there. One woman. And—one man.
I heard gulps from behind. So far, only female researchers had handled our group. The male doctor had been for exams with a clear purpose. But a male researcher for the final check? In front of three naked women?
The female researcher spoke.
"Here, we'll check for any scars or wounds on your bodies."
Scar check.
"People often don't notice small scars. To compare skin reactions after dosing, we need to record all existing marks beforehand."
Blatantly intentional. What kind of drug trial required cataloging scars? Recording every scar meant inspecting every inch—which meant—
We all thought the same. But no arguing. Same excuses every time: side effects, liability, waivers. I'd learned the pattern. No, we'd come too far to back out. Bras off, panties off, posing on the scale, peeing, naked corridor walk. After all that, quitting before the final hurdle? 5 million won held our feet in place.
"Then, come up one by one. Stand on these foot outlines on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, arms extended to the sides."
She pointed to the floor. Footprint marks. Legs spread shoulder-width, arms out—total exposure. No covering chest or crotch. Armpits, under breasts, between groin, inner thighs. Every crease and curve revealed. Worse than attention stance.
I stepped up first, before anyone could object. Onto the footprints. Legs spread. Arms out. My erect dick pointed straight ahead, uncovered. And of course—the view was toward the women.
All three naked beauties in plain sight. Yoon Seo-yeon, Na Ye-jin, and Ha-young, hands covering breasts and crotches.
Na Ye-jin muttered wearily.
"Eyes."
I got it and closed mine. Then the researcher in front of me said,
"Ah, don't close your eyes. We need to check them too."
...But the doctor already did. Full penlight eye exam. Checking eyes again? I knew the game. Force me to stare at the naked women, maximize humiliation. Like every exam so far.
Honestly, not bad for me. I opened my eyes. Stared at the three naked women.
Three pairs of eyes glared back. Contempt. Had I ever endured such scornful beauty stares for so long? Yoon Seo-yeon's moist eyes held resentment, Na Ye-jin's sharp ones fury, Ha-young's reddened ones betrayal.
But instinct screamed: Who cares? Burn this into your brain now.
I scanned their bodies in turn. Breast curves peeking between fingers, waistlines under arms, faint crotches beyond hands. Etch this scene forever. A once-in-a-lifetime moment.
As I stared—movement below my field of view. The female researcher started inspecting me. From the nape, shoulders, back, waist. Slowly downward. Magnifying glass in hand. Peering at skin up close, noting things down.
Then the glass moved to my groin. Right beside my erect dick, magnifying my skin. Ruthlessly thorough humiliation.
Why this obsession with shame? What did embarrassment have to do with a drug trial? Or was the shame the experiment?
Thoughts spiraled, no answers. Front: woman with glass on my lower body. Back: man doing the same to back and ass. Felt oddly sorry for the guy. Magnifying another erect dude's ass—what a job.
...Or maybe he'd inspect the women soon, so different story. That thought chilled my spine.
The male researcher examining the three women. With a magnifying glass. Every nook.
I reflexively looked at them. Same realization on their faces. Yoon Seo-yeon pale as a ghost, Na Ye-jin grit-teeth furious, Ha-young blankly staring at the man.
Final exam. Crueler than anything before.
The fluorescent lights hummed. No one spoke.