Nishikata Sick Day Goes Wrong

Nishikata lay in bed, his body waged a war against the relentless flu. Each breath felt like a battle against an invisible enemy, and his eyes watered as he struggled to focus on the muted TV screen. His mother had left a steaming cup of tea and a plate of toast on the bedside table, but his stomach lurched at the thought of food. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional tick of the clock echoing through the hallway.

The doorbell rang, a jolting sound that pierced through the silence and sent a shiver down Nishikata's spine. He groaned, not expecting any visitors, especially not today. He heard shuffling footsteps approaching his room, and the door creaked open.

Takagi-san, his classroom nemesis, peeked in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She held a steaming bowl of homemade soup, the aroma of chicken stock and vegetables wafting into the room. "Nishikata-kun, I heard you weren't feeling well, so I brought you some of my mom's famous chicken soup," she said sweetly.

Nishikata's heart sank. He had hoped it was a hallucination brought on by his fever, but there she was, in his house, dressed in a casual pink sweater and a matching miniskirt, her hair in a neat ponytail. He attempted to sit up, but his body protested with a wave of dizziness. He managed a weak smile, trying not to betray his annoyance. "Thanks, Takagi-san, but I think I'll pass."

Takagi-san, unfazed by his lack of enthusiasm, placed the soup on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed. She leaned in, her eyes scanning the room. Nishikata felt a sudden chill as he realized his blanket had slipped down, exposing his bare chest. He tugged at it, trying to cover himself, but the effort was futile.

Her gaze lingered on the exposed skin before her eyes widened in horror. "Nishikata-kun!" she squealed, slapping her hand over her mouth. "You're not wearing a shirt!"

Nishikata's face flushed scarlet, his heart hammering against his ribcage. "I-it's hot in here," he stuttered, feeling the heat from his fever intensify under her scrutinizing gaze. He tugged the blanket higher, trying to conceal his bare chest, but his effort was interrupted by an unexpected coughing fit.

Takagi-san's eyes grew wide with amusement, and she couldn't help but chuckle behind her hand. "You really are sick, aren't you?" she said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and mischief.

Nishikata's cheeks burned as he nodded, his eyes pleading for her to leave. But instead, she leaned closer, her smile growing into a grin. "Let me help you, Nishikata-kun," she offered, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "I'll just... lift the blanket to make sure you're not overheating."

Before he could protest, her hands were on the blanket, lifting it away from his body. Her eyes widened again, but this time, it was with mischief rather than shock. Beneath the blanket, Nishikata's body was a mess of tangled sheets and sweat-soaked pajama pants that had ridden up slightly, revealing his bare legs. And as she tugged the fabric upwards, she caught a glimpse of something else.

Nishikata felt a cold rush of air as the blanket was yanked away entirely. His eyes shot open, and he realized with horror that his pajama bottoms had slid down, exposing his most **** spot. His penis, which was already shrunk from the cold, laid there, looking smaller than ever.

Takagi-san's eyes went straight to it, and she couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter. "Oh my god, Nishikata-kun, it's so tiny!" she exclaimed, her giggles echoing through the room.

Panic seized Nishikata as he tried to cover himself, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But before he could react, she had already pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture. He was too stunned to even protest. The flash of the camera was like a strobe light in the darkened room, and the click of the shutter was the sound of his dignity shattering.

Her laughter grew louder, bouncing off the walls and filling his ears like nails on a chalkboard. She couldn't hold it in anymore, her shoulders shaking with mirth as she leaned over him. "This is going to be great material for tomorrow, Nishikata-kun," she whispered, her breath warm against his face.

Nishikata felt his heart drop into his stomach. "T-Takagi-san, please," he begged, his voice strained and ****. "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't if you do what I say baby dick" she said.

Nishikata's eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment. "What? No, absolutely not," he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fine I guess I show the girls the picture I bet they all with love to see your baby penis" she said.

Nishikata's eyes grew wide with horror at the thought. He had never felt more exposed and **** in his life. "T-Takagi-san, I'm begging you," he stuttered, his voice shaking with fear. "Please don't do that. I'll do anything."

"Ok first step out of your pants and go to the bathroom and let me give you a bath" she said.

Nishikata's heart was racing, his face beet-red with humiliation. He couldn't believe this was happening. But the thought of his classmates seeing that picture was too much to bear. Reluctantly, he slid out of his pajama bottoms, his eyes never leaving hers.

Takagi-san's grin widened as she watched him, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Good boy," she said, patting his head. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him, naked, down the hallway to the bathroom. The cold tiles felt like ice against his feverish skin, sending shivers down his spine.

In the bathroom, she turned on the water and tested the temperature with her hand. "Perfect," she murmured, before turning to face him. "Now, let's get you in."

Nishikata's stomach twisted into knots as he stepped into the tub. The water was scalding hot, a stark contrast to the cold floor, and he gritted his teeth as he lowered himself in. He felt a strange mix of humiliation and relief, his fevered body welcoming the warmth.

Takagi-san knelt beside the tub, a sponge in one hand and a wicked smile on her face. She began to lather it with soap, her eyes never leaving his. Nishikata tried to shrink away, his hands protectively covering his crotch, but she just chuckled. "Don't worry, I've seen it all," she said, her tone playful yet commanding.

Her touch was surprisingly gentle as she started to wash his body. She began with his shoulders, working the sponge in slow, circular motions that sent waves of heat through his body. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help but lean into the sensation, his muscles relaxing slightly under her ministrations. The soap smelled faintly of lavender, a stark contrast to the usual scent of the male body wash he used.

Her hands moved down his chest, her eyes lingering on his nipples, which had tightened into tiny peaks from the cold. She giggled at his discomfort, but her touch remained soft, almost caring. She washed his stomach, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above his navel, causing his breath to hitch.

Then, without warning, she reached between his legs and began to wash his penis and balls. Nishikata's eyes squeezed shut, his face contorting with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He felt himself growing hard, despite his best efforts to remain calm. The warm water and her gentle touch were too much for his body to resist.

Takagi-san noticed the change and couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying this more than they're letting on," she teased, her eyes never leaving his face. She continued to wash him, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers lingering on his shaft. Nishikata's body was on fire, his mind racing with thoughts he had never dared to entertain.

"Stand up" she said.

Nishikata's eyes flew open and he realized with horror that his penis had fully hardened despite its size. He had never felt so exposed, so **** in his entire life. He reluctantly stood, his knees wobbling slightly from the mix of fever and embarrassment. The water sloshed around his feet, and he tried to keep his eyes locked on the wall tiles, anywhere but on her face.

But it was too late. Takagi-san was already staring, her eyes wide with surprise, and then she burst into another round of laughter. "It's so cute when it's all hard and trying to be big," she said, her voice full of mirth. Nishikata felt his cheeks burn as she pointed at his erection, her finger just an inch away from touching it.

She touch it with one finger and he cum on her face then she laughs harder. "Oh my god, Nishikata-kun, you're so easy," she said, wiping the cum from her cheek with the back of her hand. Nishikata felt a mix of mortification and anger, his face hot with both embarrassment and fever.

"T-Takagi-san..." he managed to stutter out, his voice filled with both frustration and desire. He didn't know what to do, his body betraying him in the most humiliating way possible.

"What should I do to you next" she said.

Nishikata's mind raced, his body still pulsing from the unexpected release. He knew he should be outraged, but the situation was too surreal, too embarrassing to process. He felt a strange mix of arousal and anger, his body responding to her touch despite his brain screaming for her to leave.