Well THIS is going to take some explaining...

For a while, neither of you say anything. The stillness seemed to last for an eternity, even though it probably wasn’t longer than a few seconds.

Maiko manages to retain her professional gaze for an impressively long time, but eventually breaks the silence when she notices your lack of reaction.

“So…” She starts after clearing her throat awkwardly. “I take it that your answer is no?”

“No. And if I may, why the hell would you ask that?!” You answer, almost yelling the last question.

In response, Maiko simply opens one of her desk’s drawers, and withdraws a blue pamphlet. It’s also written in Japanese, but you recognise the characters for your name written in katakana.

“Well, you see Mr. Aizawa, given that Yellow Fever is built upon your desires, we have felt that it’s necessary to accommodate your preferences whenever possible.” She states as she opens up the pamphlet. “Your tastes aren’t too surprising; blowjobs, paizuri, creampies, etcetera, but at the top is more interesting…”

You cast your eyes down to the floor. Subconsiously, you begin clasping your hands and biting your bottom lip. Everything that Maiko had just stated were your preferred tags from the hentai you watched; pieces of information that you would have rather sold your entire figure collection, then jumped off a bridge before it became public knowledge. And what’s worse, if they really were looking into your ‘preferences’, then that means they knew your most viewed tags, which were...

“Impregnation...and Harem.” Maiko finishes your thoughts for you. Her voice was still dissonantly clinical, having no more emotion than reading off a grocery list. “A little unorthodox, but not something that can’t be worked around.”

“And what...does that mean?” Your words have zero emotion. They seem to drop out of you lifelessly.

“As I said, it means that the government is prepared to...accommodate your preferences in the name of treating your fever. Namely, at school. You are attending the same high school as Ms. Fukada, correct? Well, we have made some arrangements that will ensure you will have more than enough selection of girls, all whom are more than willing to relieve you whenever you need it. This should satisfy your preference for Harems, and I imagine you could even get more than one to help you if you wanted. Of course, we have ensured that these girls are above 18; I believe that that is the age where sexual acts become legal in your country, and we don’t want to know what sort of problems the fever will conjure if you were to break such a fundamental taboo.”

“Yeah...sure.”

“And as for...” Maiko starts, but she trails off when she realises the dead tone in your voice. “Mr. Aizawa? Are...are you all right?”

Your eyes remain low and you don’t respond.

“Mr. Aizawa...if this is about the information I am currently disclosing to you, I can assure you that no one thinks poorly of you based on what-”

“That’s not it.” You interject, your voice firm.

“Then what-?”

“Don’t you get it?” You snap, raising your eyes to meet hers. “You think I can just go around the school, sticking by dick inside girls and knocking them up? I can’t do that!”

“Mr. Aizawa, I would not be bringing this up if I were not absolutely certain this was for your own benefit,” Maiko says, her gaze steadfast. “The truth is, much as you may wish to not admit it, you find the idea of impregnation appealing, do you not?”

You grit your teeth as you try to think of a rebuttal. Against your will, your mind conjures an image of a classroom of schoolgirls, each taking a turn to flip up their skirts and lower themselves onto your cock, pleasuring you until you shoot a load of baby-making spunk into their fertile wombs.

Each girl would look you in the eye, their faces radiating pure happiness as they rub their bellies in celebration of their new conception. Then they'd give birth, and raise your child as loving mothers…

Yeah right. Such a thing could never happen outside of bad erotica stories. Raising a child is difficult no matter the age, let alone for someone who isn’t even two decades old. What if the mother can’t support the child financially? What about her education? How would she even raise the child in the first place? No matter how it is sliced, it’s wrong. It’s short sighted. It’s reckless. It’s…

so freaking hot.

You begin to shudder. Your body flushes, and your heart-rate goes through the roof. You panic, thinking your fever’s acting up, but Maiko notices your scared expression and jumps in.

“Mr. Aizawa, hold on! Let’s start taking some deep breaths...” Maiko says in an attempt to calm you down.

With Maiko's help, you eventually manage to calm down a bit. However, this does nothing to calm the typhoon of emotions within you. Shame. Vulnerability. Lust. Guilt. Desire. These feelings rage inside you like river rapids, each one fighting to be the most dominant leaving you in a state of confusion and uncertainty.

“It seems to me...that you are still unconvinced,” Maiko surmises. She pauses, and her face softens into the same look of pity you saw back in the hospital room. “If the idea of impregnation truly is that intimidating to you, then there you may be able to alleviate the fever merely through having females pleasure you. However, I cannot say how effective that would be. Just to say it again, the fever is psychological in nature, so the way to treat it ultimately comes down to what you can convince yourself will work."

“But if I may, Mr. Aizawa, I wish to assure you that many of the concerns you may have about impregnation have already been accounted for. You would be not considered liable for any child you conceive unless you choose to, and the government is more than willing to support new mothers and their children in any way they need should they choose to give birth; though, given the person I have witnessed you to be, I am convinced that any woman who meets you that you impregnate would be more than happy to have your child. Myself included.”

The room falls silent after that, with nought but your own deep breaths filling your ears. You focus on maintaining a sense of peace inside of yourself, and keeping the panic concerning what you should do to a muted simmer. Taking Maiko at her word, it at least meant if you ended up knocking any girl up that she wouldn't be completely left out to dry, but you still had some reservations.

“Anyway, that’s about all I had to tell you,” Maiko says, shifting her chair back and standing up. “We should get you back to your host family; it’s late, and we've kept them waiting for long enough.”

“Oh...yeah. Right,” you answer. You briefly wonder how you’re going to explain everything to Mr. and Mrs. Fukada. “How do I get to the train station from here…?”

“Oh, no need for that,” Maiko waves you off. “I’ll drive you home.”

“You can do that? N-No, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all. Besides, I’ve been meaning to see Ayaka-san again for a while.”

“Visit? Wait, you mean you know Mrs. Fukada?”

Maiko chuckles. “Why do you think her family was set to host you in the first place? We’re old friends and I knew she had a daughter around your age, so I knew they would be able to satisfy your needs.”

You shake your head at yet another piece of information to add to the load that had been dumped on you in the last half hour or so. As you stand up to leave the office, one last question pops into your mind.

“Hey um, Dr. Yamaguchi?”

“Just Maiko’s fine,” Maiko responds. “What is it?”

“You said something about girls being fine with having my child...including yourself. And I, uh…you also said you and your nurses were attending to me when I collapsed, so uh...”

Maiko smiles at you. “I’m impressed. You’re pretty sharp to have put that all together.” Her smile softened and she looked at you sincerely. “But in seriousness, I meant what I said. If I end up pregnant as a result of alleviating your fever, I are more than willing to carry that burden. I am sure the other nurses would agree as well.”

“Does that mean you…?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Maiko flashes you a cheeky grin. “But unfortunately, today’s my off day.”

“You make it sound like you’re the disappointed one here.” You think dryly.