Flow

"Isn't this just a toilet, Kyu-senpai?"
I asked her, staring down at a perfectly average Japanese toilet, an old one at that.

Kyu had taken the liberty of leading me through the academy, naked from the waist down, of course, and toward a sort of sacred shrine near the edge of the campus grounds.

"It's not just a toilet, boy. This is the Nyō Shūshūki, translating to Urine Collector. This object you refer to as a mere toilet is older than your entire bloodline."
Kyu began to remove the tights around her legs, dropping her panties along with them. To my surprise, her panties were pink with flowers stitched into the fabric.

She took a seat on the ceramic bowl, her thighs spilling outward as her inguinal folds deliciously shaped themselves. For such a masculine looking girl, there was no denying that Kyu had an amazing body.

"This ceramic isn't simply the kind one would find in their average department store. It was handcrafted over a millennium ago, imbued with magical enchantments to properly assess the potential of one's stream."
Kyu began to grunt, a loud whoosh accompanying her forceful stream into the bowl.
"The way it works is pissing as hard as you can into the bowl. The bowl absorbs the shock and magic does the rest, turning the water a certain color depending on how strong your stream force is."

Kyu brushed a bead of sweat from her forehead, standing up while completely flashing her pubic hair-clad pussy as she wiped.

She's... almost too nonchalant about this. I swear, if this ruins my image for how delicately a girl should really wipe-

"Stop staring and focus on the water."
Kyu interrupted my inner monologue.

As instructed, I leaned over the bowl, trying my hardest not to inhale the scent that came along with Kyu's urine.

The water began to swirl, glowing a deep purple at first, but quickly rippling into a gorgeous shade of neon pink.

"As you can see, my piss strength is that of a god. The brighter hue of neon you can produce, the stronger your flow is. Color takes its role when discussing archetypes, but I can save all those lectures for Akari if you pass."
Kyu pulled her tights back around her legs, flattening her skirt in a surprisingly ladylike manner.

"What happens if my flow doesn't reach the neon state?"
I gulped nervously.

"Then it means you're just an average nobody. Pissing isn't simply an animalistic necessity; it's a sacred art that dispels evil from entering our world. Why do you think sewage lines are underground, boy? Sure, some could argue it has to do with gravity, hygiene, protection from the elements and such, but there's a deeper meaning,"
Kyu shoved me forward toward the Nyō Shūshūki.
"Those sewage lines actually travel down into the underworld, where demons and yokai reside. For those of us with gifted urine, the chemicals prevent them from rising up into our world and causing mayhem."

"But if piss alone can stop them from entering our world, why do we need to strengthen our streams and flow? The sewage lines should already be keeping them at bay!"
I shouted, lining my tip with the center of the bowl.

"Are you stupid? If piss dribbles were enough to keep literal demons in their own realm, we wouldn't have Pissu Academy! Think about it, the existence of demons means there certainly have to be unique ones that are stronger, older, and wiser than the rest. The ones strong enough to break free are the reason we train our flow. To the average human, most demons and yokai are invisible, but to those gifted with strong flow, we can see them,"
Kyu continued.
"Plumbing accidents aren't always a cause of bad pipes or debris. In fact, most of them are caused by demons trying to enter our world via the sewage lines."

That makes a lot of sense. I've seen sewage lines before during construction, and there's no way they malfunction as often as they do without some kind of outside interference. I can't believe I've been so blind!

"Show me your most powerful stream yet, boy. If that piss bullet earlier wasn't a fluke, I expect great things from you."
Kyu gently rested her head on my shoulder, her hands wrapping around my own as I held my member firmly in my grasp. She whispered in my ear,
"That's it. Channel all of your strength into this single stream. Show me the power of a man who can piss harder than anyone."

A small moan escaped my lips, and I charged up my bladder from the inside, my scrotum tightening at the sensation of her hands on mine.

Strong, gale-force winds whirled around the ceramic bowl as my stream made contact. Water droplets splashed high into the air and the smell of coffee and ammonia wafted around us. The stream hit the back of the Nyō Shūshūki so hard that a deafening shrill from the force of my flow filled the room, causing me to jump slightly. Kyu remained latched onto me, stroking my shaft gently to ensure I finished.

"Keep going, boy. Use that twenty-percent erection from earlier to strengthen your flow."
Her words slithered in my ear like a snake.

I groaned loudly, watching as my tip tilted upward at a forty-five-degree angle, slamming the force of my urine harder into the bowl. Once I finished, Kyu gently released me, her eyes growing extraordinarily wide upon seeing the Nyō Shūshūki's reaction to my piss.

Kyu let out a long sigh, shaking her head and furrowing her brow.
"I see. So, your legend wasn't all it has been hyped up to be. This makes four times now that President Akari has let us down."

I looked over my shoulder, gazing up at her with a hint of sorrow.
"What do you mean? Why isn't my stream glowing?"

"The evidence is right there in the bowl. It's just your average urine, nothing special about it. You may have the ability to piss skillfully, but if you don't have gifted urine, there's nothing we can do."
Kyu tossed me my pair of boxers and pants that I hadn't realized she had taken with her.
"Sorry, boy. I really thought you could have aided us in the Piss Wars."

"But... I can still help! Akari told me that Pissu Academy would hold the answers I've been seeking!"
I shouted, watching as Kyu began to walk away from the bowl with her head hung low.

"Sure, you can join Pissu in hopes that you develop gifted urine by training under Master Pyuji, but none of his disciples have ever lasted more than a week. While obtaining the gift isn't impossible, it's much more difficult than being born with it naturally."
Kyu groaned.
"This really sucks. All of the gifted urine users we have nowadays are just weaklings with no flow. I really thought you would have the potential to reach the Dragon's Flow."

"I do have the potential! My name is Sakamoto Ryu; Ryu meaning Dragon! If there's anyone who can obtain the ultimate stream in this world, it's undoubtedly me! Send me to Master Pyuji, give me one week to show you I have what it takes!"
I gritted my teeth, jabbing my own thumb into my chest while showering Kyu with my fierce determination.

Kyu's eyes began to grow wider, looking at me with her jaw hanging open.

"What?! Never seen someone as determined as me?! I swear, I'll-"

"No! What's that, behind you?!"
Kyu interrupted, pointing an almost shaky finger toward the shadow looming over my head.

"What?"
I turned around, my own jaw dropping slightly as the source of the shadow was revealed.

Hovering in the air, an accumulation of urine, glowing bright yellow with neon hues, swirled above me. The shape of the liquid remained free-flowing, dancing around the air like it was following my every whim. The urine sloshed and roared as what appeared to be a dragon's head became visible through its surface- although just barely.

"I don't believe this. A delayed reaction from the Nyō Shūshūki?!"
Kyu dropped to her knees, watching as the reptilian urine flew patterns above her.
"And a dragon, at that?! This can't be! Yellow urine with a dragon inside! Boy, do you realize what this means?!"

I smirked down at her, raising my hand as the dragon warped itself around my forearm.
"That I truly do have the Dragon's Flow!"

Kyu nodded her head, a faint smile appearing from the corner of her lips.
"Unbelievable, yet I'm forced to believe it! The evidence is right here in front of me! Oh, how long we've awaited your return, great dragon!"

"So, you're the physical embodiment of my flow, are you?"
I admired the dragon around my arm, taking note of its distinct smell and texture.
"The name's Ryu. Let's help put an end to these Piss Wars like we were meant to."

The dragon let out a low mewl, growling softly as it dissipated, leaving nothing but an outline of its form on my arm. The water returned to the bowl of the Nyō Shūshūki, and the yellow glow dispersed as if it were never there.

"Kyu-senpai?"
I smiled, offering her a hand to assist her back up.
"Does this mean I've passed?"

Kyu, to my surprise, let out a giggle, grabbing my hand and saying,
"With flying colors. Let's inform Akari right away. The chosen one has returned to Pissu Academy after over a century."