As Momona heads home, a situation gets her attention. It involves a boy with a woman.
What's going on over there?
She gets closer and notices that boy has an uneasy expression with that woman talking to him. That woman turns out to be a foreigner and is of the same body mass as that boy. That foreign woman keeps stroking his arms and shoulders while speaking in flirty tones.
Hey, isn't that boy in my class?!
Momona hides around a corner to listen intently. To say that Momona did not understand English was not an absolute as she does understand enough English words to make out simple sentences.
"I need to go!" The boy fretted.
"Come on, baby," the women stated in a seductive manner while tugging on his arm.
"No, no, please! I need to go!" The boy pleaded more intently as he sounds on the verge of shouting.
"Stop!" Momona shouted in English as she hurries over while crossing her forearms. "Stop!"
"Ichikawa-san?!" The boy stated with a relieved expression.
"Oh, Honda-san," Momona said to him. "So it is you. What's going on here?"
"Ah, this American women stopped to ask me for directions to the closest convenience store," he answered. "Then she told me how cute I am and wants me to come with her!"
"You understand English?" Momona asked Honda.
"Not as well as I would like," he admitted. "And she doesn't seem to understand Japanese."
"You his boyfriend?" The women asked, who looks to be in Dustin's age range.
"In his class," Momona said haltingly as she only understood the word, boyfriend.
Damn, I wish those girls didn't show up to rape Dustin, Momona thought with a regretful expression.
"Boyfriend?" the woman insisted while gesturing between Momona and Honda.
"Friend," Momona said firmly while putting her hand on Honda's shoulder closest to herself.
The woman leaves. Momona watches her leave as she thinks about this whole situation.
Back in my world, this would not have happened. If anything, that woman might get hit on by a Japanese guy, though most Japanese guys find foreign women a bit too intimidating to approach. This situation was more like Dasutin-san picking up one of us Japanese girls.
"Thank you, Ichikawa-san!" Honda stated with a relieved expression, interrupting Momona's thoughts, then gives her a formal bow.
"Would she have seriously tried to have her way with you?" Momona asked him with a skeptical expression.
"I know she would have!" Honda stated with an outraged expression. "She was trying to lure me to a love hotel!"
His expression and tone is of true outrage. Momona noted with a shocked expression. It's just like how I when Dasutin-san joked about propositioning me.
"Are you going to be all right on your own?" Momona asked with a concerned expression.
"You can accompany me some of the way," Honda said.
"Very well," Momona agreed.
The two walk.
"So have you heard anything about Urisugi since he was expelled?" Momona asked.
"Only that he returned to his hometown," Honda answered.
"He should not have done what he did," Momona next said with a dour expression.
"Wow, you actually mean that?" Honda stated with a bemused expression.
"Oh I really do," Momona answered with an earnest expression. "Urisugi should not have done something so base as to prostitute himself. It caused trouble not only for himself, but also for my friends and myself included."
"Your friends," Honda said with a morose expression. "I get that Kawashima and Kanzaki are your friends and you felt it was your duty to stand up for them." Then with a more upset expression. "But they created a scandal and they should have been punished more. Instead, Urisugi was the one who ended up getting expelled."
"But Urisugi-san started it," Momona revealed.
"Eh?"
"Urisugi-san started it by approaching Kawashima and telling her she could have sex with him for three thousand yen."
"I did not know that!" Honda admitted with a shocked expression.
"Well now you do. Now of course, Kawashima could have said no and Urisugi would still be in high school."
Or he might've sought out another girl instead. She immediately added mentally.
"That I agree with," Honda said. "You think that sickness might've changed his personality as it did yours?"
Momona is silent for a moment.
"Yes," she finally answered.
"Was it ever known what caused your sickness and his?" Honda asked.
"No."
"That's too bad. Because if it ever happened again, the medical community would be able to predict and deal with it better . . . Well, this is where we part ways. Thank you for coming to my rescue and walking me this far, Ichikawa-san." As Honda gives her a bow.
"Your welcome," Momona said as she returns with a bow of her own.
The two part ways and Momona continues on home. She eventually arrives home and heads up to her room, where she lies back on her bed while pondering her walk with Honda.
It was like a boy coming to the rescue of a girl then offering to walk her home. My coming to his rescue made him thankful to me instead of upset. Clearly the men in this world have no sense of masculinity, or at least not the kind of masculinity that is experienced back in my world.
Momona sighs.
Honda-san is definitely going to tell the other boys about this. So I guess I'm going to end up getting a reputation of rescuing boys in distress. I guess it beats being considered a pervert.
It is late in the evening with the sun close to setting as those five girls are leaving the park from across the high school.
". . . That was fun . . ."
". . . He's good with his tongue . . ."
". . . What a dick on him! I thought I was gonna burst . . .!"
". . . A pity his big dick gave out on him eventually, but at least we got lot's of pictures with him . . .!"
Further back in the park in those bushes Dustin still lies on the ground. His expression is dazed with solid white eyes. His jeans and underwear are still down past his knees. He lies there for a couple of minutes, unable to do anything.
Finally, and with much effort, he forces himself to sit up while wincing. His eyes now have that thousand yard stare.
"Oh my God!" As he raises his hands and rubs his face. "I don't know whether to-"
Dustin starts spitting and picking at his mouth. He pulls something out and looks to see that it is a short hair. He continues spitting and picking at his mouth, pulling out even more hairs.
They are not of the kind that grow upon anyone's head.
Dustin finally stops spitting and looks downward. He reaches down and touches himself there, only to wince with pain. He pulls his jeans up higher, if only halfway up his thighs, and begins the arduous task of standing while still clasping the waistline of his jeans and underwear with one hand. He has to brace himself against a tree trunk. With his back against the tree, he manages to pull his jeans up.
With a sigh, he rests his back against the tree for the moment in bewildered thought.
Holy shit! What an experience! I don't know whether to cheer or cry! Those girls were intense!
That is when his expression turns to shock.
Ah, fuck, that's right! They didn't use a condom on me! Ah, shit, I hope none of them get pregnant, or worse! As his expression turns to horror. I hope none of them were carrying a veneral disease! I have to talk to Momona about something! But in a more secure place though.
As he struggles to leave those bushes, staggering out. The going is tedious as his legs seem on the verge of collapse; though the more he walks, the more he begins recovering.
He returns to his hotel room and there he calls up Momona.
"Oh hey, Dasutin-san, you're still alive?" She sneered. "Did those girls give you a good time?"
"Ah . . . Yeah about that?"
"Aw, what's the matter? You didn't enjoy getting raped?"
"Will you get serious for a moment!" Dustin stated with a serious expression. "They didn't use a condom on me!"
"Oh yeah, that is serious," as her tone does turn serious. "You might end up becoming a father."
"It's worse than that! What if one of them had a venereal disease?!"
"Ah, now I understand your predicament," Momona answered. "So why are you calling me up about this?"
"Because I want to know the name of that clinic you took Nanami to, so I can get a VD test done."
"Taiga Walk-In Clinic. That's what it's called."
"Let me write that down," as Dustin takes out his pen and uses a piece of paper on the nearby table, then writes down. "Taiga . . . Walk-In . . . Clinic?"
"Yes," Momona verified. "Listen. They won't do the tests on you right away because not enough time has passed for your immune system to react to whatever pathogen you might have caught from those girls."
"Yeah, I figured that so I'm going to wait until after tomorrow before I can get tests done," Dustin verified.
"In the meantime, no sex," Momona stated with a dour expression. "Now is there anything else you want to say? Because I have homework to do."
"Would you like to hear what those girls did with me?" Dustin smirked.
"I'm hanging up now," Momona sneered.
And she does so.
