Give you a wash, then you can put the shirt back on.

K-T no longer thought about her only garment and without giving a direct answer to the janitor, he ran to the place where he had left it. It's almost certain that he won't find it, or perhaps something unpredictable like a mischievous mouse has taken it away. And yet, it's still there, just as beautiful. He remains staring at her without realizing that despite the veil of dirt on her body, he is still completely naked. He doesn't even care how wide his legs are or how he hops, with each jump accompanied by his penis. The janitor brings him back to reality.

-K-T, you will end up embarrassing me. Go clean yourself up. Behind that door, there is a small functioning bathroom.

K-T looks at the shirt as if saying to that piece of fabric "I'll be right back" and then heads into the bathroom. Here the astonishment continues because there is a towel that almost covers everything. He thinks that usually he finds napkins with which he can barely wrap around his waist and certainly not suitable to contain his almost constantly erect penis.

Tear off some paper from the roll and start cleaning yourself. If he weren't still naked, as the mirror's reflection highlights, it would be almost a normal day. Given how it had started with the usual disappearance of clothes, ending up in a closed bathroom cleaning himself while waiting to wrap himself in a real towel is something that in other situations K-T would have seen as close to a dream.

He turns around, facing his backside to the mirror to use the reflection to clean a certain orifice between his buttocks, where a tuft of dust has somehow settled.

Polishing the anus while holding one buttock open with the free hand from the paper towel stimulates the erection more than anything else. Even in this case, in other circumstances, he would have at least been surprised by someone entering the bathroom inappropriately, but instead, he finishes cleaning, like a cat, and then wraps himself more and more incredulously in the towel.

The problem of tension in the groin remains, and now there's also the rubbing of the towel on the head of the penis. He endures and walks covered, as never before after leaving a bath, from under the armpits to the knees.

And it is then, on the threshold while he is opening the door, that he hears the principal's voice. Because he is there but above all he cannot help but be disturbed by the words of the principal directed at the janitor.

-I wouldn't have wanted to reach this point. They **** me. There are no alternatives, and you have to take care of it.

In K-T's head, they sound quite threatening. Is it really a new problem for K-T or is it just misunderstanding its meaning?