It was 10:30 AM when I reached Amarod University from the subway. As I was making my way toward the lecture hall, I noticed people were giving me eyes.

Some were done obscurely, whispering to their friends and looking at me with the corner of their eyes. While others were staring at me bluntly, their eyes darted from me and back to their phone repeatedly, as though they were trying to confirm something.

I checked my clothes and pants as I passed the crowd, not entirely sure what they were staring at, but I couldn’t find anything worth noticing. I pulled up my hood to avoid their eyes and brisk my pace to the lecture hall.

Reaching the hallway, I was again met with the gaze of other students who were already in the hall and just like previously, they were whispering with their hands covering their mouths and some were even snickering with their friends. I could hear what they were saying as I ascended the stairs between the column of seats.

“That’s him right?”

“Pervert.”

“No way, it must be fake.”

“He looked cute though.”

“Hah, too bad you ain’t his type.”

Reaching the back, I sat at the end of the row, just beside the stairs.

“Hey! The talk of the university has arrived!”

“What are you on about?” A cyan-haired man sat next to me grinning sarcastically. It was Dylan Hawk, he was my best friend since high school.

“You didn’t check your social media? You’re all over the internet. I never knew you were that big.” He said as he turned on his phone and showed me the thing everybody was talking about.

When I saw what’s on it, my face turned pale and my skin crawled up. It was a video of me lying unconscious on the pool patio, people were surrounding me and the swimming coach was giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation.

But that was not the focal point of the video, it turns out I was having a hard on the whole time when I was getting mouth to mouth…from a male swimming coach. A towering tent so tall in my trunks that it seemed like I was hiding a cat in my swimming trunk. The video ends with me getting carried away on a stretcher by paramedics as I remained unconscious even after I threw up water and was showing signs of breathing.

“Oh my fucking god, the whole school must have seen it by now.”

“You damn right, it was posted this morning and it already had over a million views.”

“A-A MILLION?” I sat there lifelessly, my cheeks sunken and eyes hollow as I heard the news, imagining that the video had most probably spread throughout the whole neighborhood. My first kiss is a man, there's no going back from that.

“Don’t worry bro, there’s nothing wrong being gay. Think of this as a blessing in disguise, I bet all those people who saw that video wanna see what’s packing underneath, you could sell dick pic or start making gay porn and I can be your manager. Me and you, racking up dollar bills.” Dylan had his arms over my shoulder, selling me ideas as the sarcastic smile on his face got wider.

“But the relationship between us will be professional.” He continued as he patted me on my shoulder. “I’m sure you could find your true love one day.”

“You know what? You might be right.” I said, holding him closer.

“Eh?” Dylan looked back at me bafflingly.

Seeing Dylan had so much fun kicking me while I’m down, I decided to retaliate. With a swift movement, I grabbed his right wrist and twisted it behind his back. “If I’m gonna be a porn star and you’re gonna be my co-star,” I breathed to his ears, sending chills down his spines.

“W-Wait, Ryan, stop-”

The once lively lecture hall was dead silence, feeling odd, I peered up to check what’s going on.

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The girls were blushing while the boys were flabbergasted as everybody stared intently at us.

“Wait, we were just fooling around-” Before I could explain myself, a series of clicking sounds accompanied with flash lights emanated from the phones of our classmates.

All of a sudden, the front door of the lecture hall creaked open and the lecturer entered the hall. Everybody, upon noticing, returns to their seats. It all occurred in a flash leaving both me and Dylan mouth agape and soon both of our phones began to buzz, the picture that was taken not more than a minute ago had been uploaded on social media.

“Is Ryan Black here?” The lecturer standing behind the lecture podium asked, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the crowd.

“Here.” I responded with my hand up in the air.

“Oh, there you are, Mr.Black, I was requested to inform you that the president would like you to meet her in her office after the class.”

“Mr.Greenwood, do you happen to know what it is about?”

“I got no idea, young man, I was not told anything else.” The lecturer replied in a hoarse voice, he adjusted his glasses again before opening the textbook in front of him, “Alright, let's begin our class.”

I sat there with a gloomy face, not knowing what lies ahead of me. Can my day get any bleaker?

*Two hours later*

In a lavishly adorned room, a dark-haired woman who seemed to be in her late twenties sat behind the desk. She was draped in a v-neck dress and a blazer, showing deep cleavage comparable to Lara. Her name is Noguchi Hisako, she’s the president and founder of Amarod University.

The coach for my swimming class, Mr.Richard, stood at the side of the room with his arm crossed in front of his chest.

“Mr.Black, I hope you’re doing well after what happened yesterday. Despite the incident, as the president of this university, I would still have to issue you a warning letter for the prank you pulled,” Ms.Hisako said solemnly.

“Wait, what prank?” I tensed up, not understanding what I had done.

“Have you seen the video?” Ms.Hisako asked.

“Er, you meant the video of Mr.Richard giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation?” I questioned.

“Yes, as of now, the video had over three million views for the huge dick prank you pulled, not only has this video affected Mr.Richard but you have tarnished the name of our university. You should be glad that we have only issued you a warning.”

“B-But, it wasn’t a prank-”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Mr.Black, you meant to tell me that whatever in your trunks that day was real? Proved it.” Ms.Hisako had both her arms crossed under her breast, leaning back on her leather office chair.

Mr.Richard nods his head in agreement.

I stood in place for a moment, thinking of a way out of the predicament I’m in but it all boils down to one solution, an obvious and crude solution.

*Clang*

The metal part of my leather belt hit the floor as I unbuckled and pulled it out of my jeans. Unhooking the jeans button, I tucked my finger into the waistband of my jeans and boxer and with a simple tug, both my jeans and boxer dropped to the floor.

Ms.Hisako, who had until now believed that I was lying, now sat there unmoving, her eyes locked into the black serpent hanging between my legs. The swimming coach was the same and his jaw hung loose.

“Ms.Hisako, is this sufficient?”

“Huh? What?” Ms.Hisako jerked awake from her trance, swiping the saliva off her reddish lips.

“Can I pull up my pants now?” I asked, being naked in presence of a woman I barely knew was humiliating enough, but in front of another man? No way. I’m not the type of person who can hit the shower room naked with their teammates.

“Oh! Sure, please go ahead. We’re truly sorry Mr.Black, we didn’t expect you to be so… If I may, well endowed. If there’s anything we can do to right our wrongs.” Ms.Hisako hurriedly said, knowing she will be in deep trouble if whatever happened in this room were to leak out. Her eyes were involuntarily drawn toward my dick throughout the whole process.

“Is fine. Ms.Hisako.” I replied, I do not wish to make enemies with the president, only an idiot would make enemies with one of the richest families in the city.

“But why were you hard that day?” The swimming coach who had been silent all this time finally sounded out with a genuinely curious look on his face.

“I-I couldn't say the reason.” I lowered my head. I vividly remember I was ogling at the girls in one piece swimsuits right before I fainted in the pool. If I were to tell the president and swimming coach that I was having an erection because I was staring at girls, this would not end with just a warning, I might get expelled.

“What do you mean-” Before the swimming coach could continue to pursue, he was suddenly stopped by the president. She signaled him over to her side and showed him something on her phone, both whispered to each other with their hands covering their mouth.

“Mr.Black, I shouldn’t be so insensitive. There’s no need for you to explain yourself. It was natural for you to react that way.” Mr.Richard comforted.

“Amarod University has always embraced diversity, we don’t judge,” Ms.Hisako added.

“Eh?”

The meeting between Ms.Hisako has finally ended and I was allowed to resume my class.

Unaware to me, as I left the president room, a slender dark figure with a cap on was staring at me from a distance.