Author's note: This was inspired a bit by Prison School and a story my ex told me.
(y/n) P.O.V. 1st Person
I stay, seated in that disgusting place, as they walk out. Now it's just me in this big, white room. The stench is strong and awful, making my nostrils burn. The taste still lingers in my mouth, taints my lips, my mind. It tastes sweet and bitter, but even remembering where the flavor came from makes me cringe. I can feel the cool air slip between my legs. My pussy stretched out from afternoon sex, and the sticky substance dripping from my ass. My clothes are still in the shower, probably drenched in urine. Tears dot my eyes, I just hope no one will see me like this. This is disgusting.
It's been quite some time since they left now, but I hear the door creak open. Class must be over, but I don't move. I'm so embarrassed that they'll see me like this. And the fearful thought that whoever it is will rape me next comes into my mind. But in this state? I'll be lucky if they even want to look at me.
Itsuki P.O.V. 1st Person
I reached the familiar classroom where he had called me many times to do it with him: Matsumura-sensei that is. He had this room and the science lab, but at this time of day he was in here. Class had finished up a bit early for me, and the students are barely coming out. Tamura and Yuri pass by me. "Oh hey, is (y/n) there with you two?" I ask, batting my eyelashes at them.
They chuckle, "Yeah, but they ditched. Said they had to go to the bathroom and didn't come back. My guess is (y/n) was actually at an appointment," Tamura wriggles his eyebrows suggestively. But something feels off about this. I turn and rush down the halls. Most people are still in their classes. 'The nearest bathroom is closed, so they must have gone to the other one.'
I open the door and immediately see them as I stumble into the room. Tears still pour from their eyes and (y/n)'s covered in… piss? "What happened?" I ask. They don't say anything, just looks up at me with those sad, (e/c) eyes. Though the way I speak might have scared them a bit as well. I often had that effect. I let out a sigh, wrapping my arms hesitantly around them as I lift their naked form up. " Let's get you out of here." My face distorts itself naturally. Internally I'm cursing and cringing. I can't believe I'm touching some random dude's piss. Now that's gross.
I set them down as I search for their clothes. They're beside the shower, luckily they're cleaner than they might have been had they been a foot closer. Though semen stains the fabric. I dry the girl off as best as I can with them since they're already ruined anyway, and then I shove them in the trash. Unbuttoning my shirt, I do it back up on her smaller figure. Blushing at the sight of her bare skin as I slip my clothes over her. It'd be weird walking through the halls, topless except for my bra but it'll be fun.
"Hop on my back," I order as I grab a hold of their thighs. (y/n) buries their head in the back of my neck as we walk through the halls. Not many people look this way, but they can all smell that. Comments about what that smell was and making jokes about who pissed himself continue all the way back to the dorm.
When I get (y/n) to my room, I quickly shut and lock the door behind me. "Why..?" They whisper between the ever continuing sobs. I hum, asking them to explain what they mean. (y/n) stares down at their hands. "I'm all dirty and disgusting."
I feel my heart clench a little at this, even if it is true right now. "You're not," I reassure them. "It's okay," I hesitantly kiss their lips, kissing itself disgusts me. "You're not dirty." Not to me.
"Don't lie. You think it's gross that I'm covered in piss, that you have to touch and smell me. You didn't have to help me. You could have left and found the others." They look happy though and grateful that I had pushed aside my persistent disgust for them. "I can't believe you saw me like that.." (y/n) whispers to herself, seeming embarrassed.
"How could I ignore you there, when I already knew something was wrong?" I let off a subtle, worried smile, furrowing my brows.
I let them shower off while I sit in my bed with my hands in my hair. My "recently washed like twenty times" hands and now my bathroom which I'd be cleaning non-stop for a few days would need endless cleaning now. I'm lucky to even get a room with my own bathroom simply because of my condition and my connection with Matsumura-sensei. "He's going to get me for this…" I mutter to myself. "I was supposed to do it with him, but I came here for (y/n)." I just hope he won't show up at my room and get them involved in our mess. I don't want (y/n) involved with him.
They finish showering and are just wrapped up in a towel. (y/n) wraps their arms around my waist from behind on their way in. "Thank you.. Itsuki~" They purr my name in my ear. Why is (y/n) calling me by my first name? Their hand gropes my nether regions.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout uncomfortably. This is the worst possible time they could be grabbing my dick. I'm pretty open to somewhat consensual nonconsent, but I'm not in the mood right now. And no, not because of their state, I just don't want to do anything to hurt them more. I don't want to do something when they're in a state where they'll regret it later.
"Let's do it," (y/n)'s eyes stare intently into mine. They're set on having sex with me right now.
(y/n)'s cute and sexy, but… "No."
Their eyes tear up again, and they get all emotional. "You.. *sniffle* you don't love me! I'm too filthy... I knew it! Nobody wants me after.. After...!" (Tell me Hana! How is a man who has been peed on supposed to face his friends.. and his parents?!" - Kiyoshi. Quote from Prison School y'all!)
"It's not like that…" I mutter, "You're gorgeous, (y/n). But you just got raped. I don't think this is the right time to have sex." But their hand keeps massaging my newly found erection. (y/n) stares at me intently still. I pull them off me before they can undo my pants. "Don't tempt me." I wink, "We'll do it during the sex camp. So don't worry, I just want to make sure you really want to do it."