Waking up...and getting some answers

You're in a room.

You're lying on your back, on a bed of some kind. The room's pretty sparse, but there's just enough to tell that it was probably a bedroom of some kind.

And you were surrounded by naked women.

Japanese women kneel around your lying body. You think you recognise some faces, but it was as if your eyes couldn't make out the details. What you can tell is that they were all beautiful and unique; even if their faces were blurred, their hair told each woman apart. Some wore long hair loosely, or in high or low ponytails. Some had short hair, worn as shoulder length bobs, or bunched into little tufts at the back of their heads.

Of course, their breasts were all different sizes as well, ranging from small, petite mounds, all the way to larger globes that would make JAV actresses proud. However, contrary to some of your peers, bigger didn't automatically mean better to you; it was all about how the size fits the woman.

You feel a pressure in your lower area. You can just vaguely see a woman has mounted your cock in your peripheral vision. You try to move your head to get a better look, but your body doesn't respond to your commands. All you can do is lie back and moan at the sensation.

"Shh," A female voice whispers into your ear. "Just relax. You're going to be fine."

As she says that, another woman crawls up to where your head is. Leaning down, she starts to kiss you, letting her hair cascade around your face like a waterfall. Your left hand is cradled by something soft; you realise it's another woman's hands just as she brings your hand to her chest and moves it around, letting you fondle and grope her soft breasts, your fingers running and feeling the hard nubs to go with it.

The pressure in your groin builds. The woman riding you moves faster.

"Come on!" The voice urges. "You're nearly there..!"

And then suddenly, it was as if she was the only one with you. She leans over you, her hands around your body to support herself. Her hips work steadily, rhythmically. Her sensual strokes brings your pressure to its tipping point!

"Let it all out...That's it..." The voice encourages you.

And so, you do. The pressure exit your groin in spurts, shooting each round deep into the womb of the woman on top of you.

And the world dissolves like a mirage.

---

The first sensation you feel is your orgasm. The convulsions of your body. The twitching of your penis. The feeling of your sperm shooting into the awaiting warm depths that enfulges it.

Wait. Warm?

Slowly, sight returns to your eyes and the world fades into reality. You realise that you're in a room of some kind, lying down on a bed, completely naked, though the warm sensation around your groin is now gone. For a moment, you're scared you're still dreaming but as your vision clears, you discover that the scenery is quite different. The white walls, the minimal decor, the obsessively sterile atmosphere...even with your fogged mind, you know you're in some sort of patient's room.

"Looks like you finally woke up." A female voice says.

Your head follows the voice. A Japanese woman is standing right next to your bed, checking some sort of equipment you're hooked up to. She wears her hair in a bob-cut, the strands framing her face down to her shoulders. The next thing your eyes land on is her sizable chest; it looked slightly smaller than Mrs. Fukada's, but they still managed to protrude proudly in spite of the conservative doctor's outfit she's wearing.

And then you notice she's not wearing anything below her waist.

Your eyes widen as you stare at her nether regions. Were you still dreaming? You clench your hands and dig your fingernails into your palms, but the world stays as it is, including the woman before you. It was a bit off-putting having her stand out in the open half-naked so non-nonchalantly; at least Emiru had the excuse of being in a bath.

"You're Ken Aizawa, right?" The woman asks you.

You don't respond. You're too busy trying to replay the events leading up to where you are now in your mind. You remember being at the arcade...then leaving...then you felt dizzy and had to sit down...and then...

"Um, excuse me? Did you hear me?" The doctor's voice snaps you back to reality. Your mind is so frazzled, it takes a moment for you to register the fact she's speaking to you in perfect English, with only the slightest trace of an accent.

"Oh! Uh...yeah, t-that's me." You answer, as your mind shifts into speaking English for the first time in a while. You're thankful the doctor speaks the language; despite your conversational fluency in Japanese, this was a situation where even that level wouldn't cut it.

"Oh good. I was worried you had lost your ability to speak for a second there." She replies, before turning back to her monitoring equipment.

After writing down a few notes onto a clipboard, she nods to herself and then walks over to a chair placed at the opposite end of the room, where you notice a pair of pants was thrown roughly onto it, as if they were taken off in a hurry. As she bends at the waist to put her pants back on, your eyes widen; from her position, you could see the things that don't usually get seen. But what shocks you is that just barely peaking out of her vulva is a certain pearly-white substance. Your mind flashes back to your dream and the last sensation you felt. One that was just a bit too real to be a mental fabrication.

No way. Did I...?

The doctor pulls her pants up her long legs (a moment that might as well have lasted hours), before turning to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel..." You take a moment to mentally examine yourself. "Groggy. Thirsty. And I've got a killer headache. What...happened to me?"

"You collapsed on the sidewalk of Tokyo's streets," The doctor replies, her voice stern. "My daughter found you sometime later and immediately called me after seeing the state you were in. It wasn't good; you probably would have died if she hadn't stayed to help you until we arrived, and the nurses and I had to take turns with you considering how backed up you were. We weren't even sure if you were going to make it when we brought you here. All things considered, I think a headache's a small price to pay."

You look down as your mind completes your mental replay. The dizzyness. The fog. The way you had to throw yourself against a wall to stop yourself from collapsing. The doctor was right; you were lucky to be alive. And worse, you basically did it to yourself by refusing the advances of all those women, and sending Emiru home.

You hadn't even called her. How much time has passed since you exited the arcade? What was she even thinking right now?

"Look," you tell the doctor. "I know I screwed up majorly here, but before giving me the lecture, can you at least explain what's going on with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is Yellow Fever. What is it? Why does it make me collapse like that?"

The doctor stares at you dumbfounded. Her look is so stunned that you may as well have asked something stupid like "what is 1+1?" or "why does touching fire hurt?"

"You mean...you don't know?" She asks after several seconds.

You suck air in through gritted teeth. Words begin to tumble out of your mouth like a faucet. "No, I don't. I don't know anything! I just...I thought I could have fun here in Japan, and spend my time here making some memories, but the first thing that happens to me after I get to my host's house is getting a handjob from his wife! And then all these other women keep offering to 'service' me, and when I try to ignore it and have a good time, I collapse and end up in the hospital!"

You finish your rant, and notice the doctor hasn't so much as said a word to interrupt you. In fact, you notice that she's staring at you with a certain look in her eyes.

Was it...pity?

"You...really don't know, do you?" she murmurs.

You're about to apologise, but she turns away from you before you can. Then she tosses you something that lands on your bed with a fwump. It was your clothes, folded neatly into a small pile.

"It appears there's a lot I need to catch you up on," The doctor tells you. "Can you walk?"

"I...think so."

"Then get dressed and follow me. I've checked your vitals, and you seem to have returned to good condition for the most part. I'm sure there's a lot you want to ask me, and it'd be easier to talk through it all in my office."

And with that, the doctor turns on her heel and exits from your sight, finally giving you some privacy.

Before getting dressed, you experimentally wiggle as many body parts as you can just to see whether you were telling the truth. Happily, everything works as it should, and you're able to dress yourself as normal. But as you put on your shoes and are about to exit the room, you hesitate for a second. You were finally about to get some answers to whatever Yellow Fever was supposed to be, but did you really want those answers? On the one hand, not knowing what it was almost got you killed, which is obviously bad. On the other hand, you're about to learn what you need to do to counteract the fever; knowledge that you may wish you hadn't learn about in the first place. But then, now you did know how dangerous the fever could be, knowing what you're dealing with would probably be more important...

Steeling yourself with a few deep breaths, you twist the door knob and exit the room.

---

The doctor is waiting patiently for you just outside, and you follow her back to her office room. It's a relatively standard office; a desk is placed in the middle of the room, on top of which stands a monitor, and a lamp positioned to shine on the main area. Around the edges of the room were several filing cabinets that you assumed were stacked full of medical documents and other patients' health records. A clock was mounted on the wall, and you were shocked to see that it read just after 10 PM. You hadn't checked the time before leaving the arcade, but you guessed you were out for close to five hours.

"Please have a seat." The doctor gestures at one of the chairs placed in front of the desk while she sits on the fancier one behind it. She offers you a glass of water, which you gratefully accept.

"First of all, let me introduce myself, Mr. Aizawa," the doctor begins. "My name is Maiko Yamaguchi. I am the leading expert on Yellow Fever and its effects...for as much as we know about it."

"What does that mean?" You ask in confusion.

In response, Maiko simply turns around and pulls a few documents from one of the cabinets behind her. The documents she places down appear to be medical research papers, and the Japanese written on them is far beyond what you're able to translate.

"The truth is there's a lot we don't understand about Yellow Fever as a condition. We don't fully understand what causes it or how it works, much less how to cure it if that's even possible. Everything we understand now is formed from hypotheses based on historical occurrences."

"How many were there?"

Maiko smiles bitterly. "Take a guess."

Considering what Maiko had just told you, you knew it couldn't be many. You guessed it to be at least one in a billion but even then Maiko corrects you.

"Well, the truth is...you may be the second or third true identified case of Yellow Fever ever in recorded medical history."

"That low?" You reply in shock. "No way. Surely, there had to be more cases throughout history than just me and two other guys."

"You may be right," She answers as she flicks through one of the documents. "In fact, you probably are, but it's doubtful those cases would have been diagnosed properly. The disease we now refer to as Yellow Fever has only been granted its own unique diagnosis due to the advances in medicine and psychology that the modern age has granted us."

"Psychology? What does that have to do with the fever?"

Maiko sighs and brushes a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "How should I put this...? You know how the mental state of a person is capable of affecting their body as well?"

"You mean...like with the Placebo Effect?"

"That's one way it manifests, yes, but the relationship between the two is far more intertwined and powerful than just that."

You stare blankly at Maiko, unsure where she's going with this logic, prompting her to continue. "Have you ever heard of cases where someone becomes ill due to mental conditions like stress or depression? We believe that Yellow Fever works in a similar manner. In lay-terms, it's a disease that preys upon the thoughts of the mind and uses them to harm the body. As far as we understand, the disease takes the most effect when the ailed suppresses their desires and lets them fester within them."

"Hold on, hold on..." You frown as you cross your arms. "What do you mean by 'desires'? Surely, you can't be saying that Yellow Fever's hurting me just based on the things I like."

Maiko smiles wryly at this. She leans forward, leaning against her arms on her desk, and looks you dead into your eyes, her expression now sensual.

"How about you answer my question first, Ken," She says, her voice sultry. "Do you think I'm...attractive?"

To emphasise her point, she tugs on the collar of her shirt, pulling it down enough to show you a clear view of the mounds and valley that lay underneath. Even from just leaning down a bit, her breasts squished up against the table, and no other signs of support were visible. Oh god, was she even wearing a bra?

"If you wanted...I'd be more than happy to help you out." Maiko coos, and licks her lips for emphasis.

Your eyes widen, and heat spreads across your face. You feel your mind short circuiting, and you struggle to think of anything else apart from taking her here, ripping off that shirt, bending her over the table and-

Wait a minute...

And then, as if nothing had happened at all, Maiko lets go of her shirt and leans back in her chair. You manage to tear your eyes away, and although your face is still warm, you're at least able to think rationally again.

"As you can see, Mr. Aizawa, the effects of Yellow Fever are induced by a very certain desire from you. No doubt, you felt a sharp spike of lust there, and it's the suppression of those feelings that causes Yellow Fever to take effect. At first, the symptoms are mild and non-threatening, but if they are allowed to fester and compound then...well, you know what happened."

Maiko says this with her voice now medium and clinical. She sounded like she could have just explained a completely normal and not-at-all-utterly-sexual disease to a patient.

It takes you a moment to process this information. Your throat dries up and tension fills your body as the implication of Maiko's words sets in. It's true, you were always more into Asians in your porn material, but there's a large difference between that and wanting to screw every Asian woman you came across...right?

"Yeah, ok..." You murmur, trying to keep your voice even. "But then, that still doesn't explain why other women are so...proactive with helping me with this fever. Shouldn't I be...um...relieving the fever by myself without needing to ask other women to do it for me?"

"I wish that was the case," Maiko says with a sigh. "But unfortunately, the other cases who contracted Yellow Fever tried just that to no avail. And not even by choice..."

"What...happened...?" Your voice gets caught in your throat when you notice the despondent look on Maiko's face.

"It was the last instance of the fever. It affected a middle-aged salary-man who, as far as we know, he had no family to speak of; his parents had died, he had no siblings or cousins, and certainly no wife or girlfriend. In fact, there's a heavy chance that he never had intercourse with a woman in his life before he died."

"But if he never had sex with another woman, then that means...!" Your eyes widen in horror as the realisation sets in.

Maiko nods glumly. "Apparently, during the last few hours before his ****, he was seen making a public disturbance by begging every woman he came across for sexual favours. They all refused, and well...when he was found dead, he was surrounded by tissues coated in his ejaculate, likely making one last **** attempt to relieve the fever. But it didn't work."

Your blood runs cold at this. You once again flash back to the moments before you fell ****; did that man have the same symptoms as you when he died? Did he know that women cured the fever, or did he just snap and start begging for release out of some twisted survival instinct? Would...would you have done the same if there were other women around just before you fell ****?

You briefly imagine yourself being on that sidewalk again. You call out to all the women you can in your view, all of whom immediately dash over, stripping off their clothes. And then, they'd all help you, one by one, and you'd be able to shoot a load inside each of them without protection and...

"So then...is that why?" You ask, trying to drag yourself back to reality. "Is it because of that person why every Japanese woman I come across is so willing to...'help' me?"

"Basically, yes," Maiko affirms. "It caused a great stir when word about how this man died got out. It was seen as a mark of great dishonor for such an **** request to get ignored, not just for Japan, but Asian culture in general. That's why these days, most Asian women understand and are happy to do whatever they can to provide relief to those affected by the fever. Within reason of course."

Something about these words shake you. "Asian culture in general"? Did she...did she mean that other countries like China and South Korea are also aware of Yellow Fever? You always felt a more close cultural connection to Japan due to your lineage, but that didn't mean you weren't interested in visiting those places either. And from what you could tell, the women there were also beautiful in their own ways...

"But still, what does that mean for me? I fell **** after about a day without 'release'...does that mean I'm doomed to need some woman jerking me off once or twice a day just to live a normal life?"

"Well, it doesn't just have to be handjobs, although they certainly are the most convenient," Maiko says. "But there are other methods of alleviating the effects of the fever that are far more effective."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember what I said? Yellow Fever feeds off your desires, and therefore your denial of them, even the hidden ones, is what generates the symptoms in the first place."

A pit forms in your stomach. You don't like where this conversation is going at all.

"What do you mean by...'hidden'?" You ask tentatively.

Maiko closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, before looking into your eyes again. This time, her gaze is serious and professional.

"I will ask you straight, Mr. Aizawa. Have you impregnated a girl yet?"