episode_0073

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Truthfully, it wasn’t a place I chose after much deliberation.

1. A spot with minimal foot traffic. 2. Somewhere I could hide reasonably well. 3. A place Yozora might actually like.

While pondering these three conditions, my eyes happened to land on the men’s restroom on the second floor of this building.

Had I missed it and stepped outside, the backdrop might’ve been a cheap motel or a quiet back alley instead.

But here, it was quiet, with no one around. Whether due to diligent maintenance or simply lack of use, it was surprisingly clean. And the setting was one Yozora—who was about to receive a “carrot”—would likely appreciate.

On a scale of 100, I’d give it an 85.

…Then again, knowing Yozora, she might’ve preferred a dirtier restroom.

Hmm…

Whatever.

This isn’t about my tastes anyway.

After about ten minutes of scouting, I settled into the deepest stall, judging it decent enough.

As I set down the bag of manga I’d just bought beside the toilet, the crinkling sound easily drowned out the classical music playing in the restroom.

The classical music would help mask other noises, but I figured it was best to keep things as quiet as possible.

The thrill of sex in a place like this isn’t in getting caught—it’s in teetering on the edge of being caught.

I could manage that.

With a soft exhale, I pulled out my phone and sent Yozora a message.

“Waiting in the men’s restroom on the second floor of your building.”

I added that she should message me before entering to check if anyone was inside.

The “1” next to the message disappeared in less than three seconds.

73

There was no one around.

No confusing pictograms—just a clearly marked men’s and women’s restroom.

And no other shops nearby that could cause confusion.

The closest café was about seven steps away.

Unless Yozora had flown off, her scent should still linger there.

Han Soo-ah’s gaze, which had been fixed on the quiet café, shifted back to the restroom.

…Yozora.

She’s definitely in there.

“…….”

But…

The restrooms are right next to each other.

What if Yozora went into the women’s restroom, and I was the one who got confused?

Without realizing it, Han Soo-ah found herself defending Yozora and peeked into the women’s restroom.

Then—

She immediately stepped back out.

Honestly, she’d expected it from the moment she stood outside.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of movement inside.

Embarrassment.

Awkwardness.

Her expression flickering with something unreadable, Han Soo-ah’s eyes turned toward the men’s restroom door.

There was definitely movement in there.

And the ones responsible were likely Yozora and…

The man Yozora called “Master.”

The explicit scenes from the manga Yozora had recommended flashed vividly in her mind.

Was that really happening inside right now?

That… weird thing being shoved deep into a girl’s body, Handprints left on pale buttocks…

…But the place was too quiet for that.

It wasn’t soundproofed that well.

So what were they doing in there?

Han Soo-ah’s limited imagination conjured up a plausible scenario.

They were doing it.

Quietly.

Making sure no one heard.

Not rough like in the manga—

But secretively.

“Haah…”

Honestly, she could just walk away now.

Whatever was happening inside was Yozora’s private business.

She’d hidden it because she was embarrassed.

If she weren’t, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to keep it under wraps.

If Han Soo-ah lingered and they ran into each other, wouldn’t that just make things worse?

Her one and only friend might just become zero again…

“Damn hormones…”

She reined in her dangerous curiosity.

To preserve her friend count, Han Soo-ah quietly stepped away from the restroom.

“…….”

Or tried to.

On her way to the escalator,

she sniffed the air—just in case someone was nearby and could give away their presence—

only to realize, belatedly,

that beneath Yozora’s overpowering scent,

the faint trace of the school nurse’s fragrance

was layered along the same path.

And neither of them had gone downstairs.

She meant to leave.

But Han Soo-ah’s steps veered slightly.

Not toward the restroom, but the quiet café she’d just checked.

…Curiosity.

…Had grown a little stronger.

“…You fucking trash.”

Inside the men’s restroom.

The first words out of Yozora’s mouth, her face twisted in disgust as if she were looking at something vile.

Should I fire back with “You’re the one who gets off on teasing men, you rape-baiting freak”?

Wonder how her expression would change then?

Amused by the thought, I smirked at her.

Of course, all I got in return was a look of pure, seething contempt.

Like she was about to spit in my face.

Absolute loathing.

“Keep it down. It’s not completely empty in here.”

“…Shut the hell up, you sick fuck.”

“Watch your mouth. You never know when I might change my mind.”

“…….”

As she glared, I unzipped her hoodie all the way down.

Her ample chest forced me to twist my wrist awkwardly,

Ziiip—

Down to her waist.

The figure that had seemed close to a D-cup under the hoodie

lost its smooth curves, caving inward until it hollowed.

“…Let go. I can take it off myself.”

“Next time. Right now, I’m doing it.”

“God, you’re such a fucking creep… I hate you…”

I spread the black hoodie wide open.

Beneath it, her school tie draped over her chest, sharply creased.

And just below—

A sight so intoxicating I wanted to bury my face in it and inhale deeply.

My gaze locked onto it.

…She was already obscenely hot, but now, with the shadow only a top-tier female could cast right in front of me,

blood rushed south hard.

A mocking giggle followed.

I looked up to meet Yozora’s crimson eyes, narrowed in a sly grin.

“…You like it, huh? Sicko.”

“Sure do. Thanks to saving your pics, I get to see stuff like this.”

“…It’s just… flesh… ugh…”

“Shut up for a sec. You’re ruining the mood.”

“Why should I? What if I want to be loud, you rapist pi—”

“I said. Shut it.”

“…….”

“…Good girl.”

I yanked her tie like a leash,

pulling her off-balance into my arms before burying my face in her chest.

…Fucking hell.

I used to think she was just a useless drunk with big tits,

but turns out she’s a bra-loving pervert with massive tits…

The smooth fabric of her school shirt, the soft texture of her bra beneath.

The sweet scent of Yozora’s skin wafting between her breasts.

Fuck, fuck—

While she hurled silent curses into my ear, I committed every sound to memory before

grabbing her chest over her shirt,

then her bra,

squeezing roughly like I was milking her,

then shoving it into my mouth.

…All I tasted was school uniform fabric, but—

“W-What the hell are you—?!”

“Hahh… Just pissing you off. Bet it’s gross having my spit on your clothes, huh?”

Worth it to hear Yozora’s adorable, stunned gasp—something I’d never heard in ten years.

“…You’re a fucking psycho.”

“That’s you. The freak parading around with a guy’s spit on her uniform.”

“You did that!!”

“Lower your voice. Someone might hear.”

“…God, you’re impossible… It’s like talking to a wall…”

“Wanna bite your tie for a bit? I’m undoing your buttons.”

“…….”

“Come on.”

“…….”

“If you don’t, I’ll— Yeah.”

Unwilling to obey outright, she grabbed her tie instead of biting it.

I forced the middle of it between her teeth, then undid each button of her neatly fastened uniform.

…How suffocating had it been?

With every button, her shirt strained open, making my dick twitch in my pants.

“Your uniform’s too small. Must be uncomfortable.”

“…Hahh… …It is.”

“Then why wear it?”

“Because they don’t make a bigger size, dumbass…! Can’t even figure that out?”

As she spoke, the tie slipped from her mouth.

Ignoring her half-hearted resistance, I undid the remaining buttons.

Neatness.

Modesty.

Innocence.

Demureness.

All words that described her uniform.

Vulgarity.

A single word for her chest.

Lewdness.

A single word for her pristine white bra.

I hooked a finger under the clasp between her breasts and tugged it upward.

…Leaving it like this, tangled with her black tie, was hotter than taking it off completely.

And the sight in front of me?

More than satisfying.

“Yozora.”

“…What.”

“Wanna fuck?”

“…….”

She froze mid-motion, about to grab her tie again.

Her mouth was busy with “No,” “I hate it,” “Don’t,” “Fuck off,”

yet the way she short-circuited when I pushed in without warning

made teasing her too fun.

“Answer me. Wanna fuck?”

“…W-Why the hell are you asking me, you pervert…”

Even as she sat awkwardly on my lap,

fully aware of the hard-on straining my pants,

fully aware she was acting like she wanted to be raped—

did she really not get why I asked?

No way.

She just couldn’t bring herself to be honest.

Playing coy.

Because that’s her thing.

Because she wants to be coerced by trash like me.

Because she wants to be raped.

A soft chuckle escaped me, but only briefly.

I yanked her tie again,

pulling her hair back as she stumbled forward, forehead bumping against my chest.

“Ngh…! Ugh…?! Hahh…”

…In the echoing restroom.

With classical music humming softly.

Amid occasional clattering sounds,

before I knew it—

“Hey, fuck off and jerk it somewhere else! Why’re you dropping your pants right next to me?”

“Blame your tiny dick.”

“Your mom.”

—two strangers had walked in, their footsteps loud and clear.

If they’d been hiding and panting like they were watching porn, fine.

But the sound of me slamming Yozora against the door, pounding into her recklessly?

That, I couldn’t risk yet.