As Momona had said, Dustin heads out and arrives at that park across the street from her high school, where Momona is already waiting.
"So is this a date?" Dustin quipped while walking up to her.
"Don't flatter yourself," Momona sneered.
"Does this have anything to do with having to take Nanami to a clinic?"
"Yes, it was for tests involving pregnancy and venereal diseases. And before you answer that, HIV also exists in this world."
"B-But before I came here that girl in my school was the only girl I had sex with," Dustin stated with a defensive expression. "At least in this body that is. The point is that both that girl and myself had VD tests done and we both read negative. Not only that, but I also wore a condom with Nanami."
"Yes, yes, I know all about the condom you wore." Momona stated in a lazy impatient manner with a dismissive wave. "But as I had told Amamiya, condoms are not foolproof. It turns out they don't do pregnancy tests anymore because of test kits sold in pharmacies. Amamiya was booked for an appointment this Thursday. But you're missing the point here and that is her mother." As her expression turns serious. "That was how concerned her mother was for her!"
"Ah yes, Nanami's mother. She came to my room earlier this morning."
"I figured she would."
"And I figured you would tell her back when you were having that chat with her." As Dustin gives Momona a sarcastic expression.
"It was a long conversation so maybe I might have." As Momona returns sarcasm of her own.
"Anyway," as he sighs, "here is how it went down . . ."
And he tells her about the confrontation with Nanami's mother . . .
"Yeah, she did mention her disdain for you White men in our conversation," Momona said thoughtfully, "claiming your kind are prone to getting yellow fever. What happened next?"
"She rapidly bent over me and with the coldest glare and tone to match warned me to stay away from Nanami," Dustin fretted with awe. "Then suddenly straightened and casually thanked me for my time and left . . . ! That whole time she did not yell or hit me or anything! It was . . . chilling."
"We Japanese are strongly encouraged to control our feelings of annoyance, but when our tolerance level gets breached, watch out. Amamiya's mother has been in this world longer than I have. That means she's had to put up with what she perceives as the bizarre on a daily basis. So if you know what's good for you, Dasutin-san," as she gives him a serious expression, "you will heed her warning."
"So let me see if I got this straight," Dustin began with a tired eyed frown and sweat drop. "The moment you met Nanami's mother you just straight out told her about me?"
"No, it was by accident. I was alone with Amamiya in her room and we started talking. You came up in that conversation and she admitted to having sex with you, just as her mother walked in."
"Ouch, that sounds like something out of an anime," Dustin winced humorously.
"Yeah, well, Amamiya's mother told me in a calm voice to leave, but not before she came to me again and told me to wait outside down below. I next heard her bellowing through the walls." As expression turns dour. "I don't blame her one bit for her anger. If I have a daughter and she went out and had casual sex with some strange man, I would be furious with her too. Just like any mother would with their own daughter back in our world."
"So does that mean the fathers in this world will get furious with their sons if their sons were to go out and have casual sex with some strange woman?" Dustin smirked.
"Don't get cute," Momona sneered. "But getting back to your involvement with Nanami, you better hope those condoms you used worked properly. Then again, even if they didn't work, the odds are still ten percent."
"Ten percent?" Dustin asked with a confused expression.
"At that clinic I learned that if you had had unprotected sex with Amamiya, there would have only been a ten percent chance of her getting pregnant. Ever before I got switched over, I remember learning that the conception rate was something like twenty percent."
"I think I understand now!" Dustin stated in a eureka manner. "The women of this world get aroused more readily and intensely because the human conception rate in this world is naturally lower than in our own! It is their body's way of trying to get them to procreate!"
"I was thinking the same thing," Momona admitted. "Although it doesn't explain the men though."
"Yeah, you think they would be just as horny as me or that Urisugi fellow," Dustin pondered. "But I think I have a theory about that . . . Shortly before I got switched over, I read somewhere that to have a healthy relationship one partner should be more assertive than the other."
"I suppose it's the only thing that makes sense," Momona shrugged.
"And I guess when you finally get yourself a boyfriend, Momona, you are going to have to be the more assertive one," Dustin smirked.
"Oh very funny, Dasutin-san," she sneered.
"Is there anything else you want to add?"
Momona thinks a moment.
"Yeah," she finally answered, "there is actually. When you first came here, it was because of me. We have not had much contact and yet you managed to have plenty of contact with seven girls, all of whom are friends of mine." As she glares back up at him.
"Yeah, I do see the irony," Dustin mused with a whimsical expression. "But you can still become one of them."
"As if," Momona sneered.
"Aw, and here I thought we were finally bonding," Dustin smirked.
"Uh huh, just like how you bonded with my friends? What will your bonds be with them afterwards?"
"Hey, I would love to spend more bonding time with them but I am trying to figure out which of them I should do again. Logically, I should start over with Nanami but her mother will probably kill or castrate me; whichever comes first."
"Hey, hey, what's this?!"
Dustin and Momona look to see five girls entering the park. They have the appearance of delinquents.
"Do you know any of them?" Dustin asked Momona.
"No, I've never seen any of them before," Momona answered.
Those girls continue walking toward Dustin and Momona while making comments.
" . . . What a hot foreigner, and blonde! Is he her boyfriend . . . ?"
" . . . What's she doing with a cumpump like that . . . ?"
" . . . Think she'll share? He's just a foreigner . . ."
" . . . If she doesn't, she's gonna have a problem . . ."
Those delinquent girls stop with leers on their faces before Dustin and Momona.
"Whoa, he's taller than me!" One of those girls stated with an amused expression. The tallest in the group whose crown is level with Dustin's lips.
"Hey girlie," one of those delinquents, apparently the leader of the group, sneered while stepping up to get into Momona's face. "This is our turf. If you don't wanna get hurt then run along and leave your foreign boyfriend with us. Don't worry, we'll take very good care of him." As her smile does not touch her predatory eyes.
The rest of those girls also leer with ominous eyes.
Momona stares back at that girl with a bewildered expression.
"I am so sorry for the misunderstanding I have given you all about my relationship with this man," Momona next said in a formal manner while doing a brief but formal bow, then straightens with a now relaxed expression.
"Misunderstanding?" the lead girl sneered.
"Yes," Momona answered. "He is not my boyfriend, so I have no reason to oppose your desire for him."
"Fine, now get," the lead girl said while thumbing at the exit.
Momona briskly walks past the girl gang while smirking straight ahead as Dustin stares after her with a wry expression.
The delinquent girls leer back up at Dustin, who smiles nervously and holds his hands up. "So . . . ah . . . How are we going to do this?"
"Oh, you know Japanese, do you?" The head girl leered while striding towards him.
She suddenly whips out her hand and grabs Dustin's groin, causing him to wince as his eyes go wide and his irises shrink. He squeaks an ouch.
"Oh yeah! What they say about you foreign guys is true!" The head girl leers gleefully while still gripping his crotch. "That's quite the dick you got down there! And those balls! Hey, girls, help me take him into the trees!"
"Sure thing, boss!" One of the girls stated with an eager expression while rushing forward, along with the other three.
"Yeah, let's fuck him stupid!" Another girl stated also with an eager expression and adding a tongue loll, then grabs one of Dustin's arms.
He has two girls holding each arm while the head girl still has a grip on his crotch.
"Okay girls, this way," the head girl said as she walks around Dustin while keeping a firm grip on his crotch, making the other girls forcibly turn Dustin around.
With the head girl in the lead, and still maintaining a grip on his crotch, Dustin is led further into the park. Dustin's expression is of intense bewilderment and cannot think clearly as he is being casually yet forcefully led along by these girls.
They enter an area where the trees are the thickest.
"Here we are!" the head girl announced upon coming to a stop, then leers up at Dustin. "Time to get your pants down and get it on!"
"What no kissing first?" Dustin sneered humorously.
The head girl responds by pulling him down and doing so, shoving her tongue into his mouth. One-by-one the rest of the girls have their turn with his lips.
"There, satisfied?" the head girl asked as the other girls resume their hold on him and pull him back up.
"Ah, yeah," Dustin smirked with a heady expression.
"Now let's see what you got," the head girl stated while roughly undoing his jeans.
Two girls with their hands free pull his jeans and underwear well down.
"Whoa, that thing is huge!"
"Fuck, that could wreck our cunts!"
"His pubes are blonde," as one of them tugs on a few strands. "So he's a real blonde after all!"
"Check out these balls!" As one of them clasps his testicles to lightly squeeze. "Bet he squirts lots of jizz!"
"Maybe that's why he's White!"
Throughout it all Dustin has an expression of both enjoying this and being disturbed by this.
"Alright, you foreign cumpump!" The head girl commanded as she shoves Dustin backward so that he falls to the ground. "It's fuck time!"
