Chapter 1
Prologue
“Eat.”
For a split second, I thought he’d told me to strip, and my body jerked. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice—there was no reaction from him at all. He’d brought all kinds of food, practically spilling out of the plastic bags he was carrying.
I stared blankly, wondering if he seriously expected me to eat all of that. He opened the refrigerator and put some things away, leaving only a few items out. Saying he’d come in place of his brother, he set rice and side dishes on the table, even going so far as to lay out chopsticks and a spoon for me.
I gazed at it all vacantly until his insistent look made me pick up the chopsticks. My movements were sluggish, my body uncooperative as I struggled to grip them. I barely managed to pick up one of the vegetable side dishes from the disposable container. Despite how frustratingly slow I must have looked, he just watched impassively.
Eating was always difficult because of my physical condition, so getting help was appreciated. But asking him for that kind of kindness made me uncomfortable, so I started eating quietly despite the struggle.
Rice kept falling off my chopsticks with each attempt, but I pretended not to notice. After managing to get a spoonful into my mouth, I was finally able to pick up some side dish as well. I had no appetite whatsoever, and I couldn’t tell if the food was going down my throat or up my nose, but I moved my tongue to make sure I swallowed properly. I was eating to survive, after all.
“……”
In the quiet hospital room, only the occasional sounds of my eating could be heard. He stared at me intently before resting his elbows on the table and propping his chin on his hands.
After chewing several times and barely swallowing the pulverized food, I glanced at him briefly before resuming my meal.
Whether he’d deliberately prepared health food or not, the side dishes were completely tasteless. The seasoning was bland, the texture was mushy so there wasn’t even any satisfaction in chewing, and it was mostly vegetables.
I mean, I like vegetables too, but if you eat this kind of stuff every single time, how is a person supposed to get any energy? You need to eat something delicious once in a while, right?
Whether he knew this or not, he just watched as if checking whether I was eating properly. Irritation rose in my chest.
I finally put down my chopsticks without finishing. Still, since he’d come alone instead of with his brother, I’d eaten a bit more than usual. With him staring like that, I couldn’t not eat at all, and I couldn’t just throw away what he’d prepared.
“Are you done eating?”
“Mmm.”
My voice came out raspy when I answered—I hadn’t spoken in so long. I cleared my throat with a small “ahem,” gulped down some water, and headed for the bed.
Not wanting to lie down right after eating, I adjusted the angle of the bed’s backrest. While I leaned back against it, he began tidying up the side dishes he’d brought.
This had become routine lately, so I didn’t think much of it. Even when I declined, saying they didn’t need to buy food, they always brought more than I could eat. It was like… were they keeping me as a pet or something?
As I watched him, I thought he’d leave after clearing the table, but instead he sat on the sofa and closed his eyes. His posture suggested he wasn’t leaving anytime soon, which made me wonder.
“Aren’t you busy?”
“…Yeah.”
With him answering with his eyes still closed, I couldn’t bring myself to ask why he wasn’t leaving. He might think it was strange. Afraid he might become suspicious, I deliberately relaxed my body and leaned back comfortably, only moving my eyeballs while holding my breath.
He really does have a handsome face. He’d suddenly shot up in height and now he’s much taller than me, with no flaws to speak of. Maybe because his eyes were closed, I found myself staring blankly for a long time…
I was so focused that I didn’t even notice my neck getting stiff until I felt a sudden physiological urge. I turned my body to face forward, and there was a cracking sound as my bones and muscles protested. An “Ah” involuntarily escaped my lips, and as I froze, he opened his eyes.
“What is it?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Feeling embarrassed for no reason, I massaged my neck while slowly getting down from the bed. I slipped my feet into my slippers and stood up, only to find him right in front of me. I was slightly startled but looked at him as if asking what was going on.
“Why are you getting up?”
“Ah, bathroom…”
I’d been wanting to go ever since I’d drunk all that water, and suddenly it felt even more urgent. I was afraid he might offer to help again, so I quickly headed for the bathroom. Fortunately, he moved aside.
But then he didn’t sit back down—instead, he stood right in front of the bathroom door. When I looked at him questioningly, he asked if I needed help.
Just as I thought. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I shook my head to indicate I didn’t need help.
My body wasn’t in perfect condition, sure, but I wasn’t so bad off that I couldn’t use the bathroom by myself. Besides, showing myself half-naked to him again?
To be honest, recalling that time when I’d been lost in pleasure made me feel conflicted—not wanting to expose myself, but also wanting to comfortably rely on him. But since I still had my sanity intact, I blurted out that I didn’t need help and closed the door. The sound was louder than I’d expected, startling me a bit.
“Hah…”
I started to relieve myself with trembling hands. But my bladder, which had felt so full just moments ago, wasn’t cooperating. I thought it would flow out smoothly, but it was only coming out in pathetic trickles. I had to bite my lip to hold back curses and struggle for what felt like forever to finish.
“Phew… shit, damn it.”
Even after finishing, I still felt like I hadn’t emptied completely, and I couldn’t bring myself to go back outside. Only then did I admit that I’d been conscious of him waiting out there the whole time.
Though I felt uncomfortable, I tried to leave casually, but then I felt the door opening gently. When I turned my head, he’d opened the door and was looking at me while I hadn’t yet managed to pull up my pants.
“……”
Unable to say anything, I just tried to pull up my pants, but with my fractured right arm, it wasn’t easy to gather the fabric. As I fumbled in my hurry, he came in and closed the door. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I backed away, trying to squeeze myself into a corner, but he grabbed and pulled me toward him.
“Ah… Hey! Don’t…”
My words weren’t coming out properly, and as I stuttered like an idiot, he immediately embraced me from behind. My body stiffened instinctively.
“That’s why you should stay still when I offer to help.”
I wanted to say I didn’t need any help, but he pulled down the pants I’d tried so hard to pull up. The elastic waistband pants that I’d struggled with slid down smoothly to my knees at his touch. Along with my underwear.
“Hah.”
I raised my left hand, which was uninjured, to cover my mouth. Otherwise, I felt like a moan would escape.
“……”
He silently looked at my half-erect member before gently gripping it and aiming it at the toilet. I wanted to scream and tell him to stop, but all I could do was cover my mouth.
“Mmm… mph…”
“It’s okay, just let it out.”
I shook my head vigorously, trying to indicate it wouldn’t come out. Ignoring me, he applied more pressure this time, and the blocked stream suddenly flowed out smoothly.
“Huk!”
I lowered the hand covering my mouth to grip his clothes. As I staggered for a moment, he held me firmly, simply supporting me as my strength drained away.
With my face flushed bright red, I kept my head down and tried to push him away slightly to show I was done, but he didn’t budge at all.
“Want help?”
I didn’t ask “With what?” I knew exactly what he meant when he looked at my still-erect cock, so I bit my lip and stayed still. At that, he reached out his hand just like before.
Soon, the sound of slick wetness mixed with my moans echoed throughout the bathroom. As the rising heat caused tears to form in my eyes and naturally fall, the tickling sensation in my lower abdomen reached its peak.
With my mind going blank and all strength leaving my body, I collapsed back against him. Unable to bear the overwhelming emotions and feeling like I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I closed my eyes as he finished cleaning me up.
He carried me, supporting my weight, and laid me down on the bed. He looked completely unaffected, which made me feel even more insane.
Really… it’s so hard to just stay still. Pretending everything’s normal, acting like I don’t know anything—it’s just as difficult. I don’t even know if I should be grateful for his help or if I’m allowed to enjoy it. This is all because that guy did something like a confession! With mixed feelings and overwhelming exhaustion, I turned away from him and pulled up the covers.
While doing so, I tried not to look at the surveillance camera that had been installed without my knowledge.
“Rest.”
At the sound of him leaving, I briefly turned my head to look at the door. Seeing the empty sofa where he’d been sitting, the heat drained from my body as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.
“Phew.”
I lay flat on my back and closed my eyes. The surgery had gone well, but I needed rehabilitation for my paralyzed left leg, yet I just couldn’t find the strength.
This is driving me insane, fuck. It wasn’t enough that I got sucked into that BL anime I’d watched out of curiosity—my attempt to keep a proper distance from these lunatics went catastrophically wrong.
There was this one anime that had been gaining popularity as a hot topic back where I used to live. It was an R-rated BL anime called “Class,” made with a luxurious cast of voice actors.
At first, I’d thought, “So they’re making this kind of thing in our country now too.” But given that it was an anime, and that genre, I’d honestly wondered if it would succeed. However, contrary to my expectations, the anime received rave reviews and became wildly popular.
Watching it was my first mistake. Getting suddenly dragged here—what a fucking nightmare.
Why are they doing to me what they were supposed to do to the original protagonist, or rather, the original uke? Moreover, the seme characters who are supposed to love and obsess over him are acting completely differently from the characters I knew.
Pointing this out now wouldn’t help at all, but… damn, am I going to die like this? I need to either find a way to clearly distance myself from these guys or return to my original world, but hilariously, humans are adaptable creatures, and the truth is, I don’t really hate this life.
“I want pizza. With lots of pineapple and bacon on top…”
I even muttered it like I’d die if I didn’t get it. This way, someone would probably bring pizza tomorrow. If they had even a shred of conscience left after what they’d done to me, they should bring it—even if they had to make it themselves.
