“Oh my,” Boann gushes and fans herself. “Are you happy to see me?”
“Or me?” Euboia adds. “I knew I was right about big horns.”
“Way to make a bull feel insecure,” Gotarzes snarks.
I follow their gazes to my lap. My exposed cock is still as hard as a rock, standing at full attention. I groan and pull my sticky toga over the erection. “I can’t believe this Milkmaid witch did this to me.”
“Emergency is on their way,” Daman says as he enters the doorway. “I told them to come in through the backdoor to avoid dealing with the massive party.”
Veles comes up behind him. “What are we gonna tell the authorities? You know the cops are gonna show up.”
“Listen,” I croak. “Claim that a rival fraternity must have set up a nasty prank, and I was just the unintended victim. No one in their right mind will ever accept the truth.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ASTERIOS
Ihad waved off the paramedics, who seemed grateful that I was turning down medical care. The onslaught of questions from authorities was annoying, but they too kept distance from me.
Due to the raging party still going on inside, the investigators had moved us out back for better communication.
“No, I cannot tell you what kind of semen it is,” I reply for the hundredth time, moving out of the way for the minotaurs in biohazard suits. “Why are you asking me these questions? Do I need to remind you all thatI’mthe victim?”
“Probably came from a sperm whale,” Gotarzes snickers from a few feet away.
I shoot him a scowl. “Hey Tar, are you wanting a hug?”
“What?” His eyes blow wide. “Eww, fuck no!”
“Then shut up.”
The group snickers while Gotarzes gags at the thought.
“…sperm whale…” the detective writes.
“Don’t write that down,” I snap. “Where would a fraternity get whale?—”
I cut myself off to press the pounding throb at the front of my head. These fucking cops are idiots.
“Is that what you were wearing?” the detective asks, taking notes on my appearance as if three other officers in uniform hadn’t done so already.
I glare at the fucker. “What do you think?”
“It’s a little revealing.” He looks at my erection.
My teeth grind so hard I can hear them crunch. “Are you trying to say I had this coming?”
“No, no,” the detective assures. “But sometimes we drink a little too much and agree to things we might later regret.”
My brow raises. “Like?”
“Have you ever engaged in bukkake before?”
“What kind of fucking question is that?” I snarl, barely stopping myself from catching an assault charge.
“I understand your frustration,” the detective says.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
