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Amai shut his eyes tightly. The sight of the two people—no, the two sorcerers—who had just been brought in looked highly unusual. Kusakabe was lying down, Higuruma was lying face-down on top of him, and the diagnosis was...
Vaginismus.
Shoko Ieiri finished her brief diagnosis, left Kusakabe and Higuruma behind, and announced she would give instructions to Amai over the phone before walking out. Suddenly, Amai—who had been checking the supply inventory in the infirmary—was left standing alone in front of the two of them. Kusakabe, groaning in pain; Higuruma, who was somehow drenched in sweat; and Higuruma, who for some reason had his penis inserted into Kusakabe’s...
“Aren’t you both men…?”
“We are men…!!!”
Kusakabe shouted, but then went back to groaning. Ieiri-san, what on earth is going on here? In response to Amai’s text, Ieiri replied with just one word: “Curse”, Ugh. There's no a period.
Fortunately, Amai had seen all sorts of things while undergoing The Culling Game. He’d seen murders, helped with murders, strange cursed technique, cursed spirits, and all sorts of things. I see. So this is the kind of curse it is. Anyway... the two of them are having sex. However, since it’s his first time having a female organ... Kusakabe-san seems to be struggling with the unfamiliar size after receiving Higuruma-san... —Amai had to peek in here. It wasn’t intentional. But curiosity killed the cat—...which seemed to cause him to convulse.
"...But are you really unable to pull out...?"
"If I could pull out, would I be here-mmph!!"
Just as Kusakabe was about to scream again, Higuruma covered his mouth. It seemed that whenever he took a deep breath, the pressure down there tightened accordingly. The two of them were still joined together, waiting for Amai’s medical intervention. ...Is it even okay for me, a student, to be seeing this?... Is it okay because we’re the same gender... But Kusakabe-san... that... there...
"...Should I just cut it off?"
Under Amai’s constant, furtive glances, Higuruma finally blurted it out. At that very moment, both Kusakabe and Amai let out a scream. Just how much does this guy believe in that reversed cursed technique?!
Higuruma’s declaration—that he’d rather be castrated than let anyone see Kusakabe’s private parts—left both Kusakabe and Amai speechless. Amai quickly fetched a spare blanket from an empty bed and covered them both. Kusakabe groaned and struggled to relax his muscles. Of course, it didn’t go well.
Ieiri immediately texted them the number of the drawer containing the muscle relaxant. With the mindset of a medical professional, Amai followed Ieiri’s instructions, grinding the medication and mixing it with water. If you drink this while lying down, there’s a risk of aspiration and choking, so you need to sit up. The two of them wriggled around frantically under the blankets, and soon Kusakabe’s face appeared as he sat up straight. Trembling uncontrollably, Amai tilted the bowl and fed it to Kusakabe. A little spilled from the corner of his mouth, but a hand appeared out and wipe it away.
And then came the agonizing wait.
Amai didn’t even want to think about what might be happening under the deathly silent blanket. About ten minutes had passed, then the blanket up and down, and a figure slipped out from behind the bed. It was Higuruma. Naked, of course...
Amai closed his eyes tightly and gathered the clothes that had been brought in with them, holding them out. Higuruma put them on quickly and offered a brief thank you. To Amai, it all felt like a dream. “Yes, yes…” He managed to reply to his thanks, and Higuruma glanced at Kusakabe, who was still curled up in a ball under the blankets.
“…He say his dignity is dead. I think I’ll have to take him just like that.”
“You’re taking him, then…”
“He’s mine.”
“Ah… yes…”
He had no choice but to shut his eyes tight. Amai shut his eyes tight for the third time at the text from Ieiri. He... had no choice but to speak up. He even felt a sense of duty now.
"...She said to make sure you have plenty of foreplay and caresses before penetration... If you comes back about this again, she’ll just let you go..."
"I thought we’d had enough? Someone kept saying to stop and just put it in,"
"Higurumaaaaaa!!!!"
"If I say any more, a naked samurai might burst out, so I’ll stop here. Thanks for your hard work, Amai-kun."
Soon, Higuruma picked up the human-shaped bundle of blanket and slung it over his shoulder. He held a bag containing Kusakabe’s clothes in one hand, a human-shaped bundle of blanket on one shoulder, and occasionally a burly arm would pop out to attack Higuruma—but, are you okay? Didn’t you just get hit and use the reversed cursed technique, Higuruma-san?—The sight was comical, but Amai couldn’t even manage a smile anymore. There was only a young medical apprentice trembling uncontrollably at the sight of these two men’s passionate love...
After the two men disappeared, Amai Rin stood there for a long time, staring at the empty hallway where they had vanished, completely forgetting to send a text to Ieiri saying that, fortunately, things had been resolved and she could return. Then he pinched his own cheek very hard.
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Oh, Amai. Huh? You've got a bruise on your cheek?! Who hit you?! Cursed spirits? Curse users?!
...Well, yeah... It's the "passionate love" of certain people...