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Four and a half inches hard. Below average.

Two inches soft. Also below average.

Any way you slice it, it didn't matter. Shirou Emiya had a small penis. No amount of, "Oh, I'm hard!" or "It was cold!" could make up for the sheer letdown.

Many women liked Shirou. He was nice, he was fit, he was good-looking, and he was always helping everyone. The hero of a girl's dreams.

Exceeeept for that. That tiny dick hanging between his legs.

There was a long, painful pause. Shirou hung helplessly from the rope, his face flushed a deep red, and Ayako still climging to him. The gym fell silent.

The tall, tanned tomboy, Kaede Makidera, was the first to speak.

“Oh woe. It’s… so small.”

Shirou’s heart plummeted into his stomach. From a tomboy like her, that hurt.

Kane Himuro, the one Shirou considered objective, adjusted her glasses as if making a scientific observation. “It is. I’d estimate, what? Maybe two inches? Three tops?”

Kaede snorted, leaning closer to Kane. “I think you're being generous again, Kane. It’s more like an inch and a half. I’ve seen baby carrots bigger than that.”

Oof! Shirou heard that. Everyone did.

He tried to move, he did. But with Ayako's weight, his body was dangling more than his cock was.

Yukika Saegusa, the soft-spoken, sweet girl, tried to offer some consolation but only succeeded in making things worse. “I-I’m sure it’s just… well, maybe it’s cold in here? Y-You know… shrinkage? Or, um, maybe it grows later?” She put a finger to her chin, her innocent face scrunching in thought. “Kind of like… like an acorn! You know? Small now, but it’ll grow into something big and strong… eventually.”

Shirou’s whole body tensed. Acorn?! His face was burning so hot now, he was sure his head might explode. His dick was being systematically dismantled, piece by tiny, humiliating piece.

Shirou desperately tried to cover himself with one hand, awkwardly twisting on the rope as he tried to reach for his pants with the other. But every movement made him spin slightly, and Ayako’s grip on his pants and underwear wasn’t helping. She was still clinging on, completely unaware of the devastation she was causing.

“Shirou, just hold still!” Ayako shouted again, clearly panicking. “I’m almost back on my rope, just—”

“You’re not helping!” Shirou hissed through gritted teeth, praying for some kind of miracle to end this nightmare.

But, of course, the universe wasn’t done with him yet.