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A narrow space with limited visibility. Every sensation focused on the penis. A place where many discharge waste = a public restroom.

In a way, am I not also legitimately using the public restroom? After all, I’m using the restroom to ‘discharge’ semen.

“Moaning… Like that? Feels good? Moan… Is the penis getting bigger and bigger? Moan… Moaning…”

The prostitute, seemingly pleased with the large penis, spoke without hesitation.

Thinking that just sucking was not enough, she meticulously nibbled from the base to the tip of my shaft in order. It was not painful but rather stimulating, almost tickling. Then her tongue coiled around my penis like a snake.

“I… I think I’m going to cum.”

Hearing my words, the prostitute released my penis from her mouth, then once again took the tip into her mouth.

It meant to swallow it.

With each breath she took, a slight warmth clung to my penis and then dissipated. Unable to hold back any longer, I shuddered and ejaculated.

“Ah… Ahh!”

Initially holding back some of the semen, the prostitute eventually let it flow due to the overwhelming amount beyond imagination.

For someone who had only masturbated before, this ejaculation was a very satisfying experience, cooling me down to the tips of my hair.

“…Too bad. But it costs 50,000 won for one ejaculation.”

I only had 60,000 won in cash.

Even after paying 50,000 won earlier, I was left with only 10,000 won.

Now it’s time to go home. Slowly, I withdrew my penis from the restroom hole.

“Where are you going?”

As it was about to slip out, the prostitute grabbed my penis, pulling it back.

“Huh?!”

My body hit the wall.

“…Phew, I got excited after a long time. I never do this with regular customers, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

After a bit of commotion, a squelching sound was heard. Her warm vagina engulfed my penis.

…An unfamiliar vagina swallowing my penis. I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle the moans bursting out.

Using my penis as a support, she repeatedly sat down and stood up to maintain balance. The moans that couldn’t be hidden behind the restroom partition were heard from both sides. The rough moans of the two beasts immersed in pleasure filled the restroom.

Embarrassing as it was, this first experience felt like a light trauma to me. Back when I was a college student, not particularly handsome but falling in love with a girl with clean skin and charm. She fell for my honest and fun nature, they say.

The long-awaited first night.

Seeing the thick genitals protruding like a leaf from her vagina, I was shocked.

Above all, the disgusting smell emanating from her vagina wrinkled my impression. In the end, unable to get an erection, I was caught with a grimace by her.

…The tense first experience between us ended in the worst possible way.

Since that day, something inside me broke. I became obsessively fixated on female beauty.

“Ahh… Ahh”

The vagina that had been squeezing my penis well until now gradually relaxed. Sitting in a certain position, the prostitute seemed to lose strength in her legs with each descent. Ironically, her unsteady movements now seemed more awkward than the previously controlled ones.

“Ahh… Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…”

The prostitute did not hide her moans.

I unconsciously thrust my hips. It was a movement driven by instinct rather than conscious effort.

“Ugh, feels so good! Ahh… I think I’m going crazy! Ahh…”

While moaning, the prostitute suddenly stopped moving and trembled slightly. Seeing the sticky fluid flowing down her thighs, it seemed like she had completely lost control.

Something that had made me passive all this time with just one sexual encounter shattered into pieces.

“Aaahhh!!!”

My hips moved at a frantic pace, as if my heart was racing. The prostitute screamed, but instead of withdrawing my hips, she actually anchored them firmly in place with her buttocks.

She’s enjoying the current situation.

I grabbed the top corner and thrust into the hole as if possessed, with pure violence devoid of any technique.

After ruthlessly thrusting for a while, the body of the prostitute shook like a scarecrow. I felt a sense of satisfaction from treating a person like a toy. Without a second thought, I decided to finish inside her. Perhaps due to the length of my member, I could feel the semen passing through like a pillar.

Slosh!

Thud!

Midst of a long climax. The prostitute suddenly collapsed on the floor. I ended up ejaculating on her like sprinkling urine on a fallen woman.

“Ah…”

Having finished, I propped up the collapsed prostitute through the hole.

She lay there exposed, her vagina and anus fully visible. Her clothes were soaked with thick semen like milk, and her reddened vagina was continuously expelling semen. One of her ankles had panties hanging off it, and seeing the heel mark on the corner of the panties indicated she stumbled and fell.

“Seems like she’s not seriously hurt.”

“…Thank you for the meal.”

Even though it was a transactional relationship, I sincerely bid farewell.

Exiting the restroom, I looked up at the sky, now tinged red by the setting sun.

…There was no sentimental feeling.

“Hehehe”

Having relieved the pent-up lust, I felt as if I had shaved off half a year’s worth of tension.

In reality, the mental relief surpassed the physical one.

—

The [Modern Art] department was vastly different from the chaotic [Special Broadcasting] department.

Around a circular hall adorned with mirror beads on the ceiling were sections like ‘Art Exhibition Area,’ ‘Art Activity Area,’ ‘Mentoring Area,’ etc. Students could freely roam and choose various areas.

Art is a product of labor, but nothing can be created under coercion, as per the department head’s belief. Hence, even if students slacked off intentionally, no one would say anything.

“Jiyoon… The atmosphere feels different today.”

“…Really? Hehe, didn’t notice.”

“Ahh.”

“Why are you suddenly like this?”

Hayoon whined lightly.

Today, as agreed yesterday, I visited the Modern Art department with Hayoon.

Unlike me, Hayoon is very serious about drawing, so she immediately signed up for mentoring.

“You’re really not going to do it together?”

“I’d rather wander around and see various artworks than create one.”

“…Got it.”

A dejected tone.

After parting ways with Hayoon, I strolled around, freely admiring the women.

‘There’s no guard because there are only women… I like it.’

If I saw a woman I liked, I approached pretending to admire the artwork while glancing at her legs.

And when I found a woman I really liked…

“Hello, I’m Lee Jiyoon.”

“Oh, hi.”

“Do you also like art?”

I initiated a conversation right away.

There was no special goal in mind; I just wanted to admire a pretty face even for a moment. I belatedly realized the power of my face. Just casually starting a conversation led to friendly responses as if we were longtime friends.

‘I have a face that captivates women…’

My confidence swelled.

While conversing, I blatantly stared at the woman’s legs.

“…Your legs are incredibly beautiful.”

The smooth lines without any creases were impressive.

“Really? Thank you!”

Seeing her lips curl up, it seemed she genuinely appreciated the compliment from a handsome man like me.

“But why do you carry your handbag in front?”

She pointed to the bag resting on my skirt.

“Oh, I find it more comfortable to carry the bag in front.”

The slime bag turned out to be a much larger item than I had anticipated.

‘Naturally concealing an erect penis!’

Thanks to its ability to change shape and size freely, it discreetly covered the tent (erection) that had risen stiffly above my clothes. Thanks to it, I confidently walked among the women in my current aroused state.

‘It’s been two hours already in this aroused state!’

I felt like a transparent being entering a public bathhouse.

“Let’s be friends. Can I have your phone number?”

The other person asked for my phone number. It feels good to give your number to a woman. Perhaps they think the conversation went well, tailored to themselves.

‘…I’d like to have a taste of that when the opportunity arises.’

The conversational skills honed during my days as a man had transformed into a perfect art since becoming a beauty.

“Weren’t we already friends? Let’s meet up often from now on.”

I replied nonchalantly and gave her my phone number.

Time flew by as I admired the woman.

“Jiyoon!”

Hayoon, who had just finished mentoring, threw herself into my arms.

‘Is it really that great to be liked so much…’

Before I knew it, it had become a habit for people to rush towards me when they saw me.

“How was the mentoring?”

“It was awesome! The best!”

Mentoring in the Department of Modern Art brings together authorities in various fields such as painting, sculpture, writing, and music. Honestly, I felt strange not having taken such a luxurious class since entering the world of modern art.

“The bald conductor we saw at the classical music performance yesterday was so intimidating…”

Seeing her actually shiver with fear rather than just saying she was scared made it truly terrifying.

“…Jiyoon, would you consider modeling for me sometime?”

“Modeling?”

“Yes, I want to paint a portrait of Jiyoon!”

“We’re friends, so why not?”

“Really? Thank you!!”

Hayoon almost jumped up excitedly like before. She glanced at me briefly and chuckled softly.

She had an innocent charm that could effortlessly heal a person’s heart, much like a puppy.

“What’s so funny?”

“Y-Yuna?”

Hayoon replied nervously, trembling.

The person who approached us was Yuna, a decadent beauty dressed in gothic style.

‘…These heroines are truly insane.’

All seven main heroines in the game were incredibly beautiful. Each of them not only possessed beauty but also unique personalities that amplified their charm tenfold.

‘Yuna boasts the most distinct ‘crazy’ personality among the heroines.’

In modern society, a woman who genuinely sees herself as the mistress of darkness is probably unique, like Yuna.

‘But those sheer gloves are quite provocative…’

Seeing her mesh gloves, I felt a sudden arousal.

“Well, no need to answer. It wasn’t something I was particularly curious about anyway.”

Yuna seemed disinterested. She walked past us.

“…Wait a moment.”

“?”

Suddenly, Yuna stopped me and stared intently at my lower body. Of course, I was still aroused.

‘…Did she just notice that I’m aroused?’

Yuna looked at my embarrassed face and chuckled.

“…Slime.”

My face turned pale, and I quickly covered my legs with my hands before hastily running away.

‘…I thought I was being discreet! …Damn, I feel embarrassed.’

As Hayoon was led outside by me, she muttered, “Yuna is too difficult…”

…I deeply empathized.

“It seems Yuna gets along surprisingly well with the bald conductor…”

“Does Yuna play classical instruments too?”

“Yes… She’s a violin virtuoso.”

To think she excelled at playing the violin… It was unexpected.

‘Honestly, even though she’s a heroine in a school-themed story, she must excel in at least one talent.’

It felt stranger to have no talent at all.

“Above all, looking into her eyes, I feel like I might lose my mind at any moment, which scares me…”

Indeed, Yuna’s deep, absorbing pupils were subtly frightening.

‘Her unsettling feeling is completely different from Kim So-yoon’s predatory gaze.’

If Kim So-yoon’s eyes exuded a sense of impending danger, Yuna’s gaze evoked an unknown terror akin to being sucked into the depths of the ocean.

‘…Terrifying yet strangely intriguing.’

It seemed like I understood why male octopuses mate with female ones.

‘But dealing with someone with mental issues is overboard.’

My sanity hadn’t deteriorated to the level of an insect.

“But the more I think about it, it feels so cringeworthy… Is there a way to have sex without being caught by an incubus?”

E Jiyoon was unaware that she was having the exact same thoughts as a male succubus.