"...Yup..." Sabrina whispered, staring at Mr. Dummura's blank crotch with growing horror.
A shiver ran through Mr Dummura, teeth chattering like a car engine in winter. Some sense of… dignity seemed to return as he tried to pull his trousers back up, though it was a wet, sticky mess thanks to the broomstick still lodged up his arse. "You… you magical girls… are witches… You put a curse on me or something."
"No, we saved your life... you were bitten... by a deadly... alien snake monster!"
Sabrina whispered to her, "Don't exaggerate... it was merely a worm or maggot."
"The size of the snake doesn't determine how deadly it is."
A scowl twisted his face like he'd swallowed sour milk. Streams of urine still dripped from his trousers as he fumbled to adjust his soaked clothes, the fabric clinging unpleasantly to his legs. Clearing his throat, he tried—and failed—to regain some authority. "Don't be ridiculous… there's no such thing as alien snake monsters. You need to pay more attention in my classes."
Hinata puffed out her cheeks, eyes narrowing. "We... we do pay attention... but all you do is read out the text... word for word from the textbooks, like you don't even know what it means!"
"No, you're always glued to your phones!" Mr. Dummura snapped, flinging his arms so wildly that streams of urine flew off them in all directions, splashing across the floor. His clothes were soaked, dripping, and reeking, while the broomstick jammed uncomfortably deep up his arse, causing him sharp pain and forcing him to stop mid-wave.
Sabrina shot back, "Yes, doing research... because your textbooks are useless!"
Mr Dummura tugged at his Y-fronts and trousers, fumbling with the zip and button, but they were all wet and wouldn't pull up. "A bad workman always blames his tools," he muttered under his breath.
Sabrina and Hinata exchanged a brief look.
"We're not... men..." Sabrina began.
Hinata jumped in, grinning. "We're—"
"And together, they shout, 'MAGICAL GIRLS!'
From the distant planet Luminara, we project light and courage across the universe, defenders of the helpless.
Our motto rings out with pride: 'We fight, we protect, we save!' We bring hope to the hopeless, strength to the weak, and justice to the clueless!"
Mr. Dummura's gaze swept over them, narrowing critically. Hinata's corset left her midriff bare, and her miniskirt was far too short for the academy. Sabrina's leather skirt clung tightly, the halter revealing far more than appropriate. Both radiated an almost magical aura of… distraction.
Clearing his throat, he tried to focus. "Why are you dressed like that? Not suitable for the academy… And where is your homework?"
They both stared at him—completely ignoring his pee-soaked existential crisis and protruding janitorial tool.
"Excuse me, sir," Sabrina said with syrupy sarcasm, hand on hip, "but last I checked, you were the one standing there looking like a haunted mop."
Hinata gestured wildly at his crotch. "And might I add...NO PANTS is also not suitable for the academy~!"
Dummura blinked slowly. His mouth opened… closed… then reopened like a broken garden fountain.
"But… but…" he gurgled, piss still dribbling down his chin, "homework… rules… discipline…"
Hinata smirked. "Oh, are those words too hard for you, sir?"
"Homework is part of the curriculum… and these uniforms…" he gestured vaguely in their general direction "…are highly inappropriate!"
Sabrina couldn't help it; a mocking smile spread across her face. "It's kind of hard to take you seriously right now, ya know? Standing there like that… dripping in piss…"
Both girls just sighed, watching him struggle futilely to wipe away the fluids covering him.
His fists clenched, face red and eyes blazing. In a sudden burst of frustration, he grabbed his trousers and Y-fronts and yanked them harder than ever, the pee-soaked fabric screaming against his skin. It bunched, stuck, and finally tore with a massive rip. Growling, he hauled his trousers all the way up past his belly like some super nerd.
"I am only wet… because of sweat…" he said.
"Oh, aye," both magical girls said.
"You are sweating…" Hinata echoed.
"…because of us?!" they spoke in unison, their voices sharp with accusation.
"Sweating… sweat, yes," he grumbled, voice stern despite his flushed face, avoiding their eyes. "It's… warm in here. The temperature."
Face burning and eyes blazing, Mr. Dummura wrestled with his soaked trousers in a desperate bid for dignity. Streams of urine still coated him, dripping down his legs and soaking the fabric. A bit even trickled into his mouth from his urine drenched hair.
He swallowed, cheeks puffed, a flicker of something—almost satisfaction—crossing his features as he tried to maintain what little authority he had left.
Swirling it around his mouth like a wine connoisseur, he refused to spit it out. Surprisingly… it was rich, almost top-shelf in flavour. Convinced it was his own sweat, he frowned, wondering how on earth he could be sweating inside his mouth.
Clearly, he needed to actually read his biology textbooks—rather than obsessing over the pages on female anatomy.
"Why do I smell fish?! Who's eating fish?!" he stomped down the corridor as fast as his drenched trousers would let him, eyes darting frantically from one side to the other. "NO fish eating allowed at Brightwater Academy!"
The broken broomstick wedged painfully up his arse, combined with his trousers pulled impossibly high, made every breath a struggle. He paused, rubbing his stomach and debating whether to check his backside—but the girls were watching. A bubbling pressure swelled in his gut, forcing an audible groan as his body twisted uncomfortably against him.
Sabrina shot him a sharp glare before turning to Hinata. "Is… is he seriously saying… our pee smells like fish?!"
Hinata's eyes narrowed, teeth gritted as she pressed a hand to her mouth. "The cheek of him!!"
With a dramatic sigh, Sabrina leaned forward. "Sir, it's not fish… it's just the stardust reacting with his inferior human biology."
Snorting, Hinata folded her arms. "And the academy cafeteria serves fish every day… if fish isn't allowed here, half the students would starve!"
Sabrina crossed her arms. "Exactly. If you have a problem with fish… take it up with the cooks and chefs."