I would have to fully earn his praise.
God. He’s so hardcore. Being one of his men must be hard as fuck to endure.
But that didn’t matter right now. I had to focus only on the test and one man at a time.
Can I figure out the others’ lie?
Chapter four
Professor Dumpling's Big Cock
Nyomi
Kenji put his view on the men. “Next.”
Reo nodded. “Satoshi. It’s your turn.”
I took note of his name and smiled.
Got it. I’ll remember that.
Satoshi stepped forward, still maintaining that drill sergeant swag.
I took him in some more.
The scars at his knuckles were definitely old, white ridges that had learned to live with him. The patchy roughness at his neck and near his ears made my skin itch. He scratched at it again like there was a fire under his flesh he’d sworn not to feed.
Then, he placed his hands at his sides and only looked at me. His voice was deeper than Kaoru’s. “My cock is 33 centimeters.”
Uh. . .say what now?
Reo added, “For American clarification, that’s 13 inches.”
My eyebrows wanted to introduce themselves to my hairline. I kept my face neutral as possible because if I showed too much shock or interest on my face, Kenji might want to kill him.
Satoshi continued, “Second, my first job was a clown for children’s birthday parties.”
Reo made a sound that could have been a cough or a laugh. It vanished into his sleeve.
Hmmm. Did Reo really need to cough? Or was he laughing at the absurdity of Satoshi being a clown? I’ll keep note of that.
“Third,” Satoshi frowned. “I am allergic to water.”
Huh?
Reo clicked his pen. “Two minutes.”
A hundred thoughts scraped for purchase in my head like cats on a door.
I gave them each a lane.
First, I slid my gaze down the line of his body.
Did men with big cocks walk differently?
Carry themselves differently?
I checked his stance.
