Friday
Sometimes, when a guy does something stupid to try and get a girl's attention, people say that person is "thinking with their dick," which sort of suggests that a man's meat has as much control of the body as the brain does.
Today, during a beautiful Friday at Shujin Academy at precisely 9:46am, Ryuji calls bullshit on that. If he and his dick really are on the same level, it shouldn't be possible for one to completely overpower the other; his advanced thinking brain was getting completely drowned out by mini-Ryuji. If that saying had any merit, then it should be possible for his brain to claw back some influence and become the dominant party again. But it turns out, that is a really hard ask.
Oh god is it hard, and its even more difficult for Ryuji to resist answering the call his groin had been sending out nonstop since Wednesday morning. How exactly is someone supposed to go from beating it 12 times a day to just completely sheathing it for a month like that?
Ryuji knows he isn't the smartest guy out there. He can do okay on tests and exams if he studies, but he's always been a more physical type of person; the kind who expresses himself with his body through athletics, sports, and letting his guts do the talking instead of his brains. But, damn, maybe he's given his body too much agency for too long, because now that he has to stop his nuts from dragging the rest of his body around like a puppet, it's taking every single shred of mental fortitude he can manage just to sit still and not get added to the sex offender registry.
Fuck. Fuck this isn't good…
He tried to distract himself by focusing on Ms. Kawakami's boring ass lesson…
Ahh, Kawakami's ass, Ryuji would love to bore a hole in there… Fuck! Stop it! Stop!
He pried his eyes away from his teacher's rear and glued them to his notebook. Concentrate on writing.
Every other character he scratched into his notebook about whatever dogwater she was saying eventually morphed into a crude drawing of tits or buttcheeks. In the 40-something minutes since class begun he'd managed maybe 20 complete words in total, and each of those had to be completely erased at least twice because a stealth titty would find its way onto the page and need to be violently rubbed out.
Rubbed out. Aaaghh, he'd love to rub one out right now… Shit! Stop, Ryuji!
He didn't know if he could do this… Maybe he could go talk to Akira after class or piss Morgana off to distract himself? Maybe seeing his fellow degenerates suffering like him would give him the courage and strength of will to press on… how long had this class been going for? It feels like 3 hours have passed, 50 minutes shouldn't be this long. He looked up at the clock on the wall.
Okay, half past B-cups, class was almost done.
Wait, fuck, he was staring at some girl's chest instead of the clock. Goddammit man, what the hell!?
When will this torture end? Isn't this only day 3 of the challenge? How the fuck was he supposed do to this whole thing again 5 times over?
3x5 is 15. Crap, can't even multiply straight anymore…
3x23 is 69… Ouhh man… Ryuji and who!?
FUCK!
…
'I'm gonna lose my dick, aren't I?' he thought.
The ding-donging of the bell snapped Ryuji out of his trance. He instantly bolted upright and power-walked straight out of the room before anyone else had even closed their notebooks. Careful to avoid eye-to-chest contact with the many girls who were starting to pour out of their own classrooms, he stared straight down at the floor and picked up the pace down the hallway. He knew where he had to go.
Shit, thighs everywhere in the corners of his eyes, looking down isn't the play. He craned his head upwards like some demented ostrich and speed-waddled like the world's fastest and horniest penguin.
Ryuji finally made it to the door he was looking for. He grabbed the handle to the counsellor's office and swung it open. Exhausted despite the short walk, but hopeful that he might soon find some kind of solution, he closed his eyes and his body de-tensed just the tiniest bit when he stepped in. He clasped his hands and began his plea to the counsellor inside.
"Doc, please help me out. I can't stop crankin' it, man!" Just saying it was embarrassing, but relieving somehow, like loosening a belt after eating a huge burger.
If there was anyone outside the Phantom Thieves he could consult about this, it might be Dr. Maruki. The almost sickeningly friendly man in the lab coat had made it clear to everyone that students were always welcome to come talk to him at any time and about any topic. Surely as a fellow guy he'd understand at least a little of what Ryuji was going through, right? He was a psychologist, he had to know some good tricks for this type of thing. Ryuji opened his eyes.
R-red? Dr. Maruki's hair is brown, isn't it? Wait, is he wearing the women's winter uniform? And why's he look so much shorter and… girlier? A-and why's he staring at him so scared with these deep red eyes?
"A-ah, Sakamoto! Thank you for stopping by!" the mouth was open, but those lips weren't moving. The words were coming from a different location.
"If you'll give me just a minute to finish up with Yoshizawa, I'll be happy to hear you out. Do you mind waiting outside for a little?" Ryuji's eyes darted up and to the right to lock gazes with the actual Dr. Maruki, who – it turns out – as sitting across a small coffee table from the person Ryuji had locked eyes with.
Ryuji's face fizzed a red bright enough to put a fire hydrant to shame, that's not Dr. Maruki, that's a hot ass girl! Ryuji made sound that was probably some slurred combination of the words 'shit,' 'sorry,' and 'okay,' and all but tripped his way back out through the door, slamming it shut behind him (hopefully before she or Dr. Maruki could notice the tent that had pitched itself in his pants in record time).
After catching his breath and somewhat calming his nerves, Ryuji sighed and leant against the nearby wall decorated with thank-you messages from other students. His head hung down and his hands were buried in his pockets to hide both his shame and his boner.
So much for 'fellow guy'… Wasn't that one of the new freshmen transfers, the gymnast girl? Shit she was cute. Ryuji really blew it on that one, huh?
Blew it… Damn, he'd love a blow from a baddie like her…
FUCK!
A long minute later, the door opened and out stepped the redhead. Ryuji kept his gaze trained on his shoes. "Thank you again, Doctor Maruki!" her voice bubbly and gentle, but full of energy and an infectious optimism. "I'll focus on my gymnastics competition and give it everything I've got! See you again on Monday!"
She was about to skip off down the hall, but stopped in front of Ryuji and innocently leant forwards to look him in the eye. He tensed his jaw and looked away.
"Ah, Mr. Sakamoto, was it?" she lowered her tone, but managed to keep the same spirit in her voice. "I'm not 100% sure what 'crankin' it' means, but I'm sure Dr. Maruki will be able to give you great advice for whatever problem you're going through. I hope things look up for you soon!"
Ryuji was using every iota of willpower he had to keep his eyes away from her chest and not stare a hole through her uniform. He could feel another blush come on and he squeezed every muscle in his body as tight as he could to draw blood away from his crotch.
"Uh… Thanks." Somehow the idea that she didn't know what he meant didn't help his composure.
"Oh, and you're friends with Mr. Kurusu, yes? Tell him I say hi!" she beamed a smile so sweet Ryuji thought he might become diabetic. "Have a good weekend Mr. Sakamoto!"
He tried so hard not to stare at her ass as she strode away. He failed. Ryuji wasn't sure if he should delete the memory of her toned legs subtly jiggling with each step or save it for December when he could finally use it. He sighed dejectedly, accepting that this was his absolute state of being now, and walked into Dr. Maruki's office.
Ryuji scanned the room carefully to make sure nobody else was there, and when all he saw was the doctor himself reorganizing some papers on his desk in the corner, the blond relaxed.
"Ugh… Mornin', Doc." He flopped down onto the couch, deliberately picking a point where he knew Yoshizawa had NOT sat on. "D'ah-I uhh… Sorry 'bout earlier."
"Good morning, Sakamoto." Maruki was reorganizing papers at his desk nearby, his back facing Ryuji. "Don't worry about me. You should probably be apologizing to Yoshizawa, I imagine that caught her a bit off guard…" He could hear in the psychologist's voice a small reassuring chuckle.
Ryuji nodded, more so in shame than in agreement.
"So…!" He tapped some papers into a stack at the desk and joined Ryuji on the other side of the coffee table "What's on your mind, Sakamoto?"
Ryuji breathed a coarse sigh and steeled himself for an awkward few minutes "Okay…So, basically-"
Ryuji began explaining. No mention of Luciano, Mementos, losing his dick, or anything like that, but he stayed as close as he could to the truth. He's really been feeling the urge lately, and it's become an almost crippling distraction, its interfering with his everyday life and Ryuji desperately needs a solution. He made up a quick lie to the doctor that his grandparents were visiting for a month and he had to share a room with his parents, so he wouldn't have the privacy to get the deed done safely.
Dr. Maruki listened patiently, was thankfully unjudgmental, and did offer some genuinely good advice. First about how Ryuji should try to ease himself out of it rather than try to force it, then about finding distractions in exercising or spending time with his friends, and lastly about seeing that physician if it's really so serious and the boy can't implement any of the counsellor's recommendations.
Ryuji countered each with an excuse and the doctor started to run out of ideas, but continued to try to calm Ryuji down. Their conversation went on for over 15 minutes, well into Ryuji's next class. He didn't care, and Dr. Maruki didn't bring it up.
"Well…" the counsellor sighed and scratched his head. "This is a situation for sure."
"What can I do, doc?
He scratched his stubble for a second. "Rivers can carve through mountains and change their course, but the process of erosion that lets the water shape the land takes time…" The doctor said. "It sounds like what you really want from me is something instantaneous to hold you off until your grandparents leave, Mr. Sakamoto."
"Uh well-"
"Please don't take this the wrong way, but it might be this kind of 'short term gratification' mentality that ultimately lead you into this room today."
"Uhh…" Ryuji gulped. "I guess…" He didn't really know what to say, he definitely wasn't ready to get called out this hard today, and by Dr. Maruki of all people. It wasn't harsh or antagonistic, as far as Ryuji could tell, but having it spelled out to him like that made the boy finally realize how bad things truly had become.
"I'm going to be frank with you, Sakamoto." The lab coat-donning man crossed his arms. "What you're describing to me checks all the boxes for a case of addiction and withdrawal."
Addiction?
"The first step I would recommend to someone with these circumstances is to accept that the addiction is beginning to take control away from your mind, and giving it to your body."
"I just…" he scratched his dyed blond hair and stared down at the table in front of him. "A-addiction? Fuck…"
The room was silent for a minute save for a whispered swear from Ryuji every 10 or so seconds. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but Dr. Maruki's words forced Ryuji to face the reality. He was addicted to masturbation. It's not like he was the only one, Akira, Yusuke, and Morgana would all probably get told the same thing, but that wasn't going to make these next few weeks any easier on him.
Dr. Maruki finally broke the silence with a contemplative sigh a minute later.
"Smokers aren't addicted to the act of smoking itself, you know? It's the nicotine contained within the cigarettes that keeps them coming back for more, their brains can no longer function properly without it. One of the remedies that doctors and physicians prescribe for this is a nicotine patch, which is a little sticker that contains the addictive substance and is absorbed by the skin when worn. It allows the patient to get the fix they need at a controlled dosage slightly lower than what they're used to."
Ryuji was confused, what did this have to do with jacking off? He kept going.
"After a while, the amount of nicotine they will need to operate normally will decrease. It's not easy for the patients, but if they persevere, they'll start to feel a little better after the withdrawal symptoms go away. Once that happens, the doctor gives a new patch containing less nicotine to push that base requirement for the substance down even further."
Dr. Maruki stood up from his chair and walked back over to the desk to grab something. "This is repeated as many times and with as many different patches as is necessary, until eventually the patient's dependency on nicotine drops down to almost zero. From there, it's up to the patient's individual willpower to keep themselves from smoking again."
When he sat back down in front of Ryuji, he placed a black cloth on the table between them. Ryuji locked eyes with the man inquisitively.
"A recent passion project of mine has been a type of…" He looked off to the side wobbled his head, seeming to look for the right word "Hypnosis, you could say. "
Ryuji's face brightened up. "A-are you gonna make my body stop wanting to jerk it? You can hypnotize me like that?"
"Not exactly. I know it sounds a bit strange, but I've been helping some of the other students with this technique for a few months and it's been working rather well to quell their anxieties. I'll explain, and if you're comfortable, I think this might give you some of what you're looking for, Sakamoto."
Apparently, it was a kind of mind-trick, using special words and phrases along with conditioning and something called 'Cognitive Behavioral Therapy,' that would allow Ryuji's brain to create the dopamine his brain usually got from beating his bacon without having to actually do it. He didn't understand most of the jargon, and was honestly barely even paying attention in anticipation for a cure, even if it was only temporary.
"Let's do it." Ryuji put on the blindfold and leant back into the couch as instructed.
"Frankly, I would rather have avoided this, but it might give you the push you need. Listen to the sounds around you and relax."
Dr. Maruki started playing 'nature music' like birds chirping and water flowing from a speaker to help Ryuji get as relaxed as possible.
"Focus on my voice, Sakamoto." He began "Visualize in your mind what it is that you need to do to have these desires flow through you. Think about what you want."
Ryuji could feel his mind and body softening and becoming malleable, his head was made of gelatin, undulating and wobbling as the sounds bounced around inside it. Think about what he wants…
Boobs…
Butts…
Beating around the bush…
His sexy ass Phantom Thief lady-friends, Ann, Haru, Makoto, Futaba…
That hot ass gymnast girl from earlier, Yoshizawa…
All of his fine female classmates and teachers, Chihiro, Miwako, Aira, Rori, Ms. Kawakami, Ms. Chouno, Ms. Usami…
…
Holy shit…
The visions that appeared in his mind were hazy, but he could still make it out. A beautiful spring at the foot of a waterfall, surrounded by grass and trees. He could hear splashing and giggling and saw movement in the water. Taking a closer look, he saw girls swimming. Nude. It was too blurry to make out any details, but he knew…
Ryuji could hear the doctor's voice, it sounded strangely far away, but just audible enough to make out over the sounds of rustling leaves and crashing waterfalls coming from the speaker.
"Can you see it?" the voice said.
"Y-yeah…"
"Now, think of the method by which we will achieve your goal. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Say it out loud: CBT. CBT. CBT…"
"CBT…" he repeated to himself.
"One more time. Your next vision will be the one that gives you the fulfillment you'll need."
CBT. Wait. Isn't that also a BDSM thing? Like, weird masochists letting themselves get kicked in the balls and stuff? What was it called, Cock and Ball Torture? The visions of sexy naked ladies began to waver a bit, he was getting distracted!
"C-CBT!" he nearly screamed, getting back into the zone.
Suddenly Ryuji's vision went black. He felt a jolt, not a physical one, but a mental one, like the kind you get when you realize you're falling off the bed while asleep and your brain forces you awake. Except this one wasn't alarming, it was welcoming; A sliding door opening up on a hot day to let a wall of cold air wash over you as you step inside. A relief.
He was there. It was enough to convince Ryuji that he had been here all along, that he'd never gone to the counsellors office, never met LuckyLuciano17, and had never heard the words 'no nut November; in his life. He could feel the damp stone beneath his bare feet, the tickle of the afternoon sun on his skin, he could smell the scent of plant-life and hear the roar fresh, cool springwater crashing down from a waterfall and building a thin layer of moisture on his bare arms, chest, stomach, and swimming trunks.
"Ryuji, are you coming or not?" That was Makoto's voice.
"Come on in! The water's so cold!" Yoshizawa's voice.
"Sakamoto, don't keep us waiting!" Ms. Chouno's.
"Get in here already!" Ms. Kawakami.
Oh shit… Was this really happening? Ryuji was almost scared to remove the blindfold that had followed him into this new heavenly world, scared it might force him back into the torturous reality that was No Nut November.
"What are you waiting for, Ryuji! Take those trunks off and jump in!" Ann!
Almost by instinct, he tore off the blindfold. He saw it clear as day, there he was, standing atop a ledge overlooking the beautiful spring he saw in his visions, surrounded by grass, flowers, and trees that climbed all the way up to the mouth of the stream. And he also saw…
Skin. So much skin. All the girls, hugging, piggybacking, applying sunscreen, splashing at each other… all completely bare!
Tits! Butts! Nipples! of all shapes and sizes! Ann's perfectly round perky breasts, Ms. Kawakami's womanly hips, Makoto's thick ass, all bare for him to witness! Oh man, they all looked amazing! Somehow the exact same as he'd imagined during so many wank sessions, but also 100 times better in every single way!
An incredulous chuckle forced its way out of Ryuji's chest, how was this so convincing!? What nugget of fortune had he stumbled upon that allowed him to be here and witness this? Would he be cursed with 500 years of bad luck after cashing all his good luck in for this one moment!?
"Ohhhh shitttt….." he said.
"We're waiting…!" all the girls said in unison. This is really happening.
"Heheh!" Ryuji tossed the blindfold away and yanked his swim trunks off in one impossibly smooth motion. "If you insist! Don't mind if I do, ladies!"
Maybe Akira was right, maybe No Nut November wouldn't be so bad. If Ryuji was able to get this kind of top-up every so often, maybe he could make it after all! He'd have to tell the others about this. For a second he imagine what kind of nonsense the others might dream up for their fantasy land. He knew for sure Yusuke would pack this little spring full of BBWs, and Morgana would have a dozen Anns waiting for him in the water. What would Akira go for? Hmm, well who cares. It's time for Ryuji, da man, to reap the rewards of his suffering thus far. This was his present for enduring those agonizing hours under Luciano's rules.
This was a hypnotic dream, so he could bust as many fat ones as he wanted! Even though nobody had told him this, and there was nothing to back it up, Ryuji somehow knew it was true deep in his heart of hearts. Time to let loose and enjoy the spoils. Ryuji jumped off the rock and into the pool.
Except he couldn't move. His wrists and ankles wouldn't follow his body.
"W-wha?" he looked down at himself.
Rope!?
Ryuji was tied to a wooden structure. He hadn't felt it before, but the splinters in his back were suddenly very apparent and painful. His arms were splayed out to the sides, and his legs were at a 90 degree angle to one another. He was perpetually stuck in the shape a gymnast might put herself into when doing a cartwheel. What was happening? How was this supposed to give him relief!?
He heard the rustling of water from ahead. The waterfall had stopped. Suddenly the bright blue sky above turned to an overcast, depressing grey, the grass had lost its dew and sagged lifelessly along with the dull wilting flowers.
The girls were climbing out of the pool and grabbing some clothes strange-looking clothes. T-they're covering up? Why? Were they going to give him a kinky show where he's forced to watch them fool around and strip, or something?
"Uhh, guys? What's going on here?" He asked as the girls got dressed. No response.
Yoshizawa was the first to walk up to him, but all she gave him were more questions. She was wearing an unattractive baggy hoodie that did nothing to accent her toned athletic figure, equally lame sweatpants, and loudly colored untied sneakers. She looked angry. Very angry.
"Y-yoshiz-?"
CRUNCH!
"OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!" Ryuji screamed in pain as the toe of her shoe connected firmly with Ryuji's balls.
"WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKK!?" It hurt so bad, oh god. He'd never been kicked in the balls before, it hurt so much more than he thought.
Yoshizawa brought her foot back and stomped away, not even looking Ryuji in the eye. He couldn't even ask what the hell was going on between the pain and shock. Futaba was next. She wore a plain white oversized t-shirt with some anime character printed on the front and a set of loose jeans between the shirt and her usual heavy-set boots. Ryuji was able to open his eyes just for long enough to watch the girl reel her leg back.
CRUNCH!
"UUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Makoto. Wearing a loose-fitting long sleeve jumper, a pleated ankle-length skirt, and running shoes.
CRUNCH!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ms. Kawakami. Onesie pyjamas.
CRUNCH!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUWWWWWWWWWW!"
Ann… Oh, Ann… Full dinosaur costume…
CRUNCH!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CR-
"So, how was it, Sakamoto?" Ryuji heard the doctor's voice again. He pulled off the blindfold and shielded his eyes when the bright lights of the room burned at his retinas.
His eyes took a second to adjust. He was back in Dr. Maruki's office, sitting in the same couch as before, right across from the man himself, who looked at him expectantly with a soft smile. The boy swallowed, everything felt the same. The clock read 10:34, was he really asleep for only 15 minutes? It felt like he'd just woken up from a full night's rest.
Ryuji looked down at himself. All of his limbs felt a little groggy, specially his ankles and wrists, but physically he felt fine. Great actually, now that he thought about it. Like, really great. The nearly uncontrollable pressure in his groin from this morning was almost completely gone and his mind was clearer and calmer than it had been in days.
"I uhh…" Ryuji shut his eyes hard and shook his head a bit "Woah… what happened?"
The doctor triumphantly leaned back in his chair, his usual smile now smug.
"Wow, Doc. I don't know what kinda magic you pulled, but I seriously feel killer right now!" Ryuji stood up and looked at his hands in awe.
"I'm happy to hear that, Sakamoto. It looks like the Cognitive Behavioral Therapy did its job."
"I'll say! Haven't felt this good since since I started this stupid cha-d'uhhh I mean since my grandparents came over last week!"
Dr. Maruki nodded approvingly. "I don't suppose you remember what you saw in that vision, do you?"
"Yeah! It was-" Ryuji froze up for a bit and raised an eyebrow unconsciously. "Uuhmm…"
"Haha, you'll have to excuse me, I was just curious is all. So far, none of the students who have agreed to this were able to remember anything, either." The man stood up casually. "It's probably something to do with it being a dream-like experience."
"Huh. Well it was probably a great dream, 'cus I feel pretty damn relaxed right now, I can't thank you enough, Doctor Maruki."
"Of course. With this your mind should be more relaxed for a while."
"Oh, definitely. I can feel it, too! Everything's so-"
"But remember what I told you, Sakamoto." The counsellor raised his voice, tightening the atmosphere in the room. "It's up to your own willpower not to relapse."
Right. He felt so good after that hypnosis thing that he'd almost forgotten the entire reason he came in here today, his fap fever. As he met the man's gaze, Doctor Maruki's normally inviting eyes now felt like they were trying to look into Ryuji's subconscious mind directly. The normally relaxed airs the doctor carried with him felt colder and sharper, and that inviting smile he always wore was replaced with a thin line.
"This will only help you out in the short term. Now that your head is screwed on properly again, you'll need to work hard to find a suitable long-term solution to your problem. Your body will begin to ask you for that same relief before you know it, so don't take this lightly."
Ryuji gulped. "Got it… I'll think of something."
"…" the doctor maintained eye contact for a second, as if testing the boy's resolve.
And then just like that, a familiar aloof softness returned to his face. He nodded and patted Ryuji on the shoulder reassuringly.
"Good work today, Sakamoto."
Ryuji nodded back, determined not to let him down. "See ya 'round, Doc."
A/N:
Hello again everyone, hope you enjoyed the first Friday chapter! It's a good thing Ryuji doesn't remember what happened in that little dream episode, that probably sucked balls. Or uhh kicked balls I guess.
Anyways, not much else to say, We met Maruki and Kasumi in this one, They'll probably show up every so often, so look forward to it! Next chapter should be coming out soon. See you then!