Chapter 7
We moved to the next area without a thread of clothing left to our names. I could tell what this examination room was for the moment we stepped inside. Right in the center sat a scale. Weight measurement. Now that I thought about it, something had been off. They'd measured our heights, busts, waists, everything—but not our weights. Normally, a physical exam starts with height and weight. Only now did it hit me.
But weight was whatever. Step on, read the number, done. A minute tops. I headed to the scale first, taking the lead. By now, even talking to the three girls terrified me, let alone glancing back. Ha-young's "I'll deal with you later" still echoed in my ears, and Na Ye-jin's shin kick could strike again any second. Just measure it quick and end this.
As I stood in front of the scale, ready to step on—
"Ah~ Before getting on the scale, please remove all clothing you're wearing and place it in this basket here." The female researcher pointed to a basket nearby.
All clothing I'm wearing. I looked down at myself. Just my underwear. Had I heard wrong? I glanced back at the researcher. She eyed my underwear once, then turned away, pointing at the basket again. Her look said it all: That. The underwear.
Her matter-of-fact attitude made my hand drift unconsciously to my waistband. Just as I was about to pull it down without thinking—
"Why do we have to be naked just to weigh ourselves? What the hell are these exams even for? What's the point?!" A sharp voice exploded from behind. Na Ye-jin, as expected.
I yanked my hand away from my waistband. Close call. One more beat late, and I'd have been the pervert casually dropping his drawers in front of three girls.
The researcher sighed. "Do you know how delayed we are because of your group? Everyone else's done and waiting. We can't move to the next schedule because of you all. And didn't you hear that every exam has a reason? Weight is extremely important for this new drug clinical trial. It can't be off by even a tiny bit."
"Still, how much does underwear even weigh? A few grams? Why go full naked for that?!" Na Ye-jin didn't back down.
Honestly, I agreed. Underwear weighs what, a few dozen grams? Big deal. But the researcher's next words flipped the mood entirely.
"Haa... Fine, I'll explain." She crossed her arms, scanning each of our faces. "Dosage varies by body weight. By very fine margins. If the weight's inaccurate? Who takes responsibility for the side effects?"
Silence.
"You okay with something going wrong in your bodies? If so, weigh yourselves with underwear on. But you'll need to sign a waiver. Stating you take full responsibility for any side effects during the trial."
A heavy silence settled. We had no idea what this new drug clinical trial really entailed. No ground to argue back. Dosage tweaks by weight? Side effects? We couldn't judge if it was true. But if side effects hit—and who knew what they were—
Here-and-now numbers versus potential body risks. The choice was obvious. No one wanted health issues from this part-time gig.
With everyone silent, the researcher spoke again. "Remove everything and step on the scale."
I hesitated for a moment. Take off my underwear. In front of three girls. While fully erect. The thought alone was horrifying.
But then again, the girls had endured massive humiliation because of me so far. Removing bras, exposing breasts, nipples—right in front of my eyes. It wasn't fair if only they suffered. My turn.
Resolutely, I grabbed my waistband. And yanked it down in one go.
Whoosh. The underwear slid to my ankles, my massively erect cock springing free into the air. Under the fluorescent lights, the precum beading at the tip glistened.
A gulp from behind. ...Ha-young, probably. Then a small shriek. Yoon Seo-yeon. Na Ye-jin—nothing. Probably speechless.
Shame flooded me. Blood rushed to my face, burning. But hesitating now would just make it worse. I tossed the underwear in the basket and hopped onto the scale quick. Just measure and finish. Quick—
"Turn around, align your feet with the sole markings, and stand at attention."
I looked down at her instruction. Footprint outlines on the scale. My feet were facing the opposite way, so to match them—
I'd have to turn around.
Turn around. At attention. That meant facing my erect cock straight at the three girls, fully exposed, no hiding.
......
But no choice. Underwear was off; no turning back. Couldn't just crumple now from shame.
I gritted my teeth and turned. At attention. Arms at my sides, back straight. My erect cock stood rigid, pointing up. Precum dribbled faintly from the tip. Under the lights, nothing to hide.
Another gulp. Another shriek. Ha-young gulping, Yoon Seo-yeon shrieking, no doubt. Couldn't face the girls directly. I stared at a spot on the ceiling, enduring.
But at the edge of my vision, their figures blurred in. Both hands busy covering their chests, they couldn't cover their eyes. Just turned heads away.
Ha-young had whipped her head sideways, lips bitten tight. But I felt her gaze flick down once.
Yoon Seo-yeon stared at the floor, eyes squeezed shut. Shoulders trembling faintly.
Na Ye-jin glared at the ceiling, teeth clenched. Determination not to look down.
Exposing my rigid cock like this was beyond imagination in shame. My face blazed. Ears burning red. But I couldn't budge. At attention. No moving. Standing naked under the fluorescents felt eternal.
"You can step down now."
I leaped off the scale. Now just put the underwear back on. End this hell quick. Reached for the basket.
"Leave the underwear off."
My hand froze midair.
"......Pardon?"
"The remaining exams are done naked."
Time stopped. All remaining exams naked. My hand hung over the basket, frozen.
Didn't need to look back to feel the girls' stares drilling into my back. Stiff stares.
"What do you mean......" Na Ye-jin started, but the researcher cut her off.
"Need me to explain again?"
Sharp tone. No more explanations. Na Ye-jin's mouth shut. Face full of fury, but no retort. She knew it'd be the same answer.
Na Ye-jin turned to Yoon Seo-yeon, whispering low. "...Seo-yeon, let's just go."
But Yoon Seo-yeon shook her head. Quietly, but firmly. Na Ye-jin's eyes widened. Unexpected. Not the usual timid, shy Yoon Seo-yeon. A resolute shake.
Yoon Seo-yeon knew. How badly Na Ye-jin needed this money. If she quit, Na Ye-jin would too.
"Seo-yeon......"
"......It's okay."
Her voice trembled, but her eyes didn't waver.
Ha-young looked shocked too, but soon bit her lip, face hardening with resolve. She had her own unyielding reasons.
Meanwhile, I stood there naked. Erect cock fully on display for all. Listening naked amplified the shame by the second. Where to put my hands? Where to look? Lost.
Then Ha-young yelled.
"Hey, Han Si-woo! Cover it up!"
Her eyes flicked down briefly, then away. Face beet red.
Snapping to, I cupped my cock with both hands. Couldn't fully hide it, but better than nothing. Started toward the wall.
The wall. My sanctuary. Ever since this gig started, walls were my only refuge.
But—
"Where are you going?"
The researcher stopped me.
"Next is the urine test."
"......Urine test?"
"Yes. See the urinal behind me?"
She pointed. A small urinal setup. Plastic container attached below to collect urine.
"Urinate as much as you can into the connected container. We need it for the weight measurement too—no spills, everything."
Urine for weight? Probably post-urination body weight for accuracy.
I approached the urinal. And spotted two problems.
First, it was tiny. Way smaller than a normal toilet urinal. Had to aim precisely into the container. No eyes closed; she'd said no spills.
Second—the direction faced exactly toward the scale.
I slowly turned my head. Met the eyes of the three girls.
Ha-young, Yoon Seo-yeon, Na Ye-jin. All realized the same thing.
The urinal faced the scale. While I peed here, the next person on for weighing—would face me head-on. Naked.
And next were the girls.
I stood at the urinal, hands cupping my erect cock. The three girls stood by the scale, arms over chests. No one spoke. Just the fluorescent hum.