Yuto, a student with an insatiable fascination for all things scatological, found himself in quite the predicament during his school's sports festival. Injuring his leg during an intense race, he was forced to seek refuge in the infirmary. With his collection of scat magazines tucked away discreetly beneath his bed, Yuto wasted no time indulging his secret desires as he lay back on the stiff cot.
As he flipped through the glossy pages, every dark fantasy depicted therein began to take hold of him. His heart raced with anticipation as he imagined himself surrounded by a bevvy of beautiful women, each coated in a thick layer of their own feces. And so lost was he in these depraved thoughts that before he knew it, Yuto had drawn himself into a blissful state of ecstasy.
However, Yuto's private moment was about to be interrupted in the most unexpected way. Peering through the window, two of his female classmates caught sight of Yuto's furtive masturbation, their eyes widening in shock at the realization that their fellow student was jerking off to scat pornography.
Despite their initial disgust, the girls couldn't shake the allure of Yuto's twisted fetish. Intrigued yet repulsed, they decided to confront him about his unusual preference. And so, with hesitant steps, the two girls entered the infirmary, their hearts pounding wildly as they approached Yuto's bed.
"W-what are you doing?" one of them stuttered out, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and revulsion.
Startled by their intrusion, Yuto let out a guilty gasp, his hand slipping away from his throbbing member as he tried to hide the evidence of his arousal. But instead of scolding or ridiculing him, the two girls exchanged a look filled with confusion and something else – something deeper, darker, almost... aroused.
"We... we saw you through the window," the other girl managed to stammer out. "You were, uh... you know, with those magazines."
Feeling a strange sense of empowerment, Yuto decided to take matters into his own hands – quite literally. Rising up from his cot, he approached the girls with a sultry grin, revealing the rock-hard shaft he had been working on concealing.
"So," he drawled, "do either of you have a problem with that?"
