"Sss—ARGH! It hurts! Stop!" Suguru thrashed, but the ropes Kurokawa had tightened so maliciously bit deep into his fat, leaving angry red welts. He squealed like a pig in a slaughterhouse.
"Shut the fuck up and look where you are!" Hayato roared. He was tired of the noise, and a part of him was jealous. Why is this fat pig acting like he's in more pain than me? I'm the one who's been castrated!
"A hospital? I'm in the hospital!?" Suguru calmed down, recognizing the smell of bleach. He sighed in relief. At least it wasn't a kidnapping. He still wanted to "spread happiness" to the girls at school; dying now would be a waste. But as his brain cleared, he remembered Hana-chan. He remembered the pain in his crotch. He tried to feel down there, but his hands were pinned. "Please, God, let my brother be okay!"
"Oi! You brats! Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" a gruff, mature voice boomed from the window side. Coach Azuma was awake. Unlike the boys, he was a regular at hospitals due to baseball injuries. He knew the drill.
Then, memory hit him like a fastball to the face. His face paled. He reached down—his bonds were looser than the others. He felt his crotch.
His brain short-circuited. Where is it?
It wasn't just crushed. It was... smooth. Like a doll. No scars, no wounds, just flat skin. Am I a woman? No, even women aren't this flat!
"AARGH! IT WAS HIM! THAT BRAT! I'LL KILL HIM!" Azuma screamed.
Hayato was stunned. Another one? Did everyone in here get their balls blown off?
Azuma was sobbing now. He remembered the pleasure of the girls he'd extorted, especially the plans he had for Akane Nanao. That brat had appeared out of nowhere and turned him into a biological freak. "Akane Nanao!!!" he howled, blaming the girl for resisting him.
Suguru froze at the name. "Nanao-senpai? The beauty from Class 2?" He looked at the coach. "Wait, are you from Brass Academy too?"
Hayato's ears perked up. Akane Nanao? She was in the class next to his. "Oi, big guy. Are you from Brass?"
"What's it to you?" Azuma rasped.
"Heh, everything. Because I'm a student there too," Hayato sneered.
Suguru chimed in, his voice trembling. "U-um... actually, I'm a student at Brass too."
The room went silent. Three different people, all from the same school, all castrated in the same ward. It was a statistical nightmare.
"How did you guys end up here?" Suguru asked curiously. He felt a weird kinship with them. Plus, he realized his "brother" was still there—it hurt like hell, but it was functional. He wasn't like the other two.