episode_0092

The boisterous noise had somewhat subsided, but the festival’s excitement was intensifying.

A middle-aged man, quite intoxicated, was rushing to the public restroom that caught his eye.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his flushed face clearly showed he was at his limit.

“Ugh… damn it, did I drink too much?”

The man clutched his stomach, grunting and muttering with a low groan.

Barely reaching the restroom entrance, he roughly pushed the old door, confused whether it was a sliding or hinged door, and practically tumbled inside.

The restroom’s interior could not be called clean even as a courtesy.

A dim incandescent bulb flickered, barely chasing away the darkness.

Broken tile pieces and neglected cobwebs were in every corner.

A pungent urine smell mixed with a damp, moldy scent, making him frown with every breath.

However, the man now was not in a position to care about the restroom’s cleanliness.

“Phew… saved.”

Hastily going to the men’s urinal and lowering his zipper, a sigh of satisfaction soon escaped the man’s lips.

“Humming~ humming~ ♬”

Was it because he was relieved of tension, or was it because the alcohol was still affecting him?

The humming that flowed from him echoed off the restroom’s tiled walls, creating a strange sense of incongruity, completely out of place in this damp, gloomy space.

“Humming~ humming~ ♪ *Burp*.”

With a refreshing burp, the man, having relieved himself down to the last drop, stumbled as he pulled up his zipper.

As if he had no intention of washing his hands from the start, he turned right around and tried to leave the restroom.

Just then.

“…*Gasp*.”

Very small and faint.

In the silence, a clearly discernible short moan reached his ears.

His senses, dulled by alcohol, seemed to sharpen instantly.

His spontaneous humming abruptly stopped.

“…Huh?”

The man tilted his head and looked in the direction from which the sound had come.

His gaze fell upon the cubicle located deepest inside the restroom, whose old wooden door was tightly shut.

When he had entered earlier, there had definitely been no sign of anyone.

Did I hear wrong?

Was he so drunk he was hearing things? The man hesitated for a moment, but recalling the ‘ominous rumors’ happening in such a secluded public restroom during the festival, an unpleasant imagination raised its head with a strange curiosity.

“Is anyone… in there?”

The man cautiously approached the cubicle and lightly knocked on the firmly closed door.

There was no answer from inside, but.

“*Stifled gasp*.”

Instead, a little clearer than before, along with a woman’s ragged breathing, as if stifling her mouth.

A faint humming seemed to leak out.

“No way…”

A lewd smile appeared at the corner of the man’s mouth.

He carefully grasped the old handle of the cubicle door and twisted it with all his might, but it didn’t budge, seemingly locked from the inside.

“Hey, I asked if anyone’s in there! If you don’t answer, I’ll open it right up!”

The moment he raised his voice further and was about to knock loudly on the door.

“Ugh! Someone’s in here. *Straining*…!”

What came from inside the cubicle was a child’s strained voice.

A boy’s unmistakable voice, as if straining to do his business.

“…What, it was just a kid?”

Faced with a situation completely different from the lewd scene he had imagined, the man seemed to deflate, and his shoulders slumped.

“Ahem! …Oh, Mom? I’m in the bathroom right now… Yeah, I’m almost done! Just a moment, I’ll be right out! …*Straining*!”

This time, at the child’s voice, as if talking on the phone, the man awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Ah, damn it. Scaring people like this.”

He grumbled and stepped back from the cubicle, stumbling towards the door he had entered through.

The thought that a grown adult had tried to eavesdrop on a child doing his business made his face feel unnecessarily hot.

“Do kids these days even talk on the phone in the bathroom? How strange, tsk tsk.”

Along with the drunk man’s complaining muttering, the door clanked shut.

As the sound faded, a heavy silence briefly settled inside the restroom.

Only the mechanical hum leaking from inside the cubicle and stifled breathing filled the silence.

How much time had passed?

“Phew. I thought I’d be caught. Acting is tiring, truly tiring.”

The protagonist, who had just moments ago used a child’s voice as if on the verge of tears, muttered softly in a completely different, cynical voice.

“I almost got caught.”

Assessing the atmosphere beyond the cubicle, Yuu, who had sighed, turned his eyes back to the toilet bowl.

Above it, a sight so provocative it was difficult to look at unfolded.

“Gasp! ♥ I’m sorry, Master-nim! ♥ Pant. Pant.”

Humming.

On the old, dirty toilet bowl of the men’s restroom, a naked woman sat precariously.

The beautifully dressed yukata lay discarded on the floor, crumpled carelessly at Yuu’s feet.

On the pale skin revealed beneath, clear red marks were etched here and there, as if proving past pleasures, imprinting memories of the past.

“People would be surprised if they knew. If they knew that Kisaragi Fumika was doing this.”

“Gasp! ♥ Ugh! ♥”

Fumika’s face, covered by a blindfold, was completely smeared with sweat, tears, and saliva.

Between her tightly bitten lips, moans she couldn’t swallow, along with ragged breaths, barely escaped, threatening to burst out.

Her wrists, crudely bound with a waist tie, trembled faintly with shame.

“By the way, I can’t believe you brought such things with you. Should I praise your excellent preparedness?”

Yuu twiddled the small remote control in his hand and looked between her thighs.

Between her exposed thighs and pink crevice, two mechanical devices were busily moving.

The vibrator inserted inside made a dull rubbing sound and reverberated throughout her pelvis.

The clitoral stimulator was pressed tightly against her clitoris, constantly delivering thrilling pleasure.

“Hiding something like this in your bag, what were you thinking as you walked through the streets? Did you want someone to violate you with this?”

“Ah… gasp! ♥ Th-that’s not… it… Master-nim! ♥”

In a faintly trembling voice, she barely denied it, but there was no strength in her words.

Rather, it was closer to a piteous moan that seemed to acknowledge his observation.

Her body convulsed more violently and began to react more sensitively to the stimulation from the two toys.

The deeper the shame, the greater the depravity, the more honestly her body succumbed to pleasure.

At Fumika’s reaction, Yuu’s smile deepened.

“What would you have done if that person had opened the door earlier? If they had clearly seen you and me in this cramped toilet cubicle, in such a state.”

His every word stimulated Fumika’s imagination, making the terror of reality even more vivid.

The thought of being discovered by a strange man, especially in such an embarrassing state, brought forth a dangerous excitement.

Humming.

“Gasp! ♥ Ah! Wait…!”

Yuu, with a sly smile, operated the button on the remote control in his hand once more, and the vibrator’s movements suddenly became rougher.

At the unexpected strong stimulation, Fumika’s body swayed greatly, and her slender waist swayed precariously on the toilet.

“Well, you deliberately hid these toys in your bag during the festival, so even if you were caught, you might have gotten even more excited, no?”

“N-nooo! ♥ Gasp! I… I would never… not… Ah! ♥♥”

Fumika desperately shook her head, trying to deny it, but due to the relentless pleasure rocking her body, she couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“I… I get excited showing my body… only for… Master-nim… Master-nim… ♥♥ Oh!”

“Hmm, is that so?”

Yuu snorted and continued.

“Even when those guys were pestering you in front of the store earlier, weren’t you secretly pleased?”

“Th-that’s…! I… I would never… think such a thing… Ahhh! ♥♥”

Along with desperate denials, moans burst forth.

Yuu enjoyed her reaction and changed the vibration pattern once more.

This time, intermittent yet intense waves pierced her deepest parts.

‘Ah… doing such things in a place like this… I am a shrine maiden serving the gods…! But I can’t stop…!’

In her mind, she desperately chastised herself and tried to resist, but her body, long a slave to pleasure, reacted honestly.

The more shameful it was.

The deeper the depravity.

The pleasure within her body surged uncontrollably.

Before she knew it, from the crevice forcibly opened by the vibrator, hot fluids trickled down her pale thighs, dripping onto the toilet seat.

The sound of dripping seemed unusually loud in the silence.

“Gasp… ah, gasp… I was wrong… Please… no more, moan ♥”

“Wrong? Tell me what you did so wrong.”

“…The truth is, being surrounded by those men earlier… was a little… pleasing.”

“Why was it pleasing? Tell me in detail.”

“Th-that I was surrounded by other men… made Master-nim jealous… gasp… and that… was pleasing! ♥”

Vibrating!

“Gasp?! ♥♥”

A powerful stimulation, enough to make her mind snap, pierced her entire body, and she arched her back with all her might.

In the intense tremor that felt like the whole world turned white, she had a premonition that everything would soon end.

It was at that very moment.

Clang!

Incomparably louder and rougher than before, with a clamorous and rough sound, the outer restroom door was heard swinging open forcefully once more.

And at the voices that followed, Fumika’s body, which had been inflamed with near-orgasmic excitement, instantly froze cold.

“Ah, damn it, that Honoka girl, she’s really good at playing tricks on people!”

“Tell me about it. We let a caught fish get away… Damn it, let’s just use the restroom and go.”

Kato and Yamada.

They were the very men who had harassed Fumika in front of the store.

As Fumika felt their rough footsteps approaching the cubicle more and more, her heart felt like it plummeted to her feet.

‘If… if they open the door to this cubicle…!’

She, a shrine maiden of the shrine.

In such a shabby men’s restroom.

And naked, being toyed with by obscene devices – if they caught her in such a state…!

It might be better to die on the spot.

“…!”

Fumika desperately turned her head towards Yuu, sending a silent plea.

Please, do something about this situation.

Even just stop this horrible vibration for a moment.

But Yuu’s presence, felt in the darkness, was as chilling and serene as a demon’s.

Despite Fumika’s desperate pleas, the vibrator’s cruel tormenting of her body did not weaken even slightly.

Instead, the vibration pattern changed to a peculiar one that seemed to directly tap her heart.

“Ah…! Ugh!”

Fumika barely suppressed the moan that threatened to escape her.

Though her bound hands limited her, it was fortunately drowned out by the conversation of the two men.

“By the way, are those rumors true?”

“You mean the rumor that Ms. Fumika is being toyed with by some kid? Of course it’s a lie, do you believe such things?”

“But both Mr. Kondo and Tanaka said such things after visiting the shrine.”

“They must have been drunk and seen things, obviously. Or they got rejected by Ms. Fumika and are holding a grudge. It’s not the first time this has happened.”

Fumika gasped at the talk that was on their lips.

‘To think such rumors were spreading.’

Along with bewilderment, a fear that her secret relationship with Yuu might have been exposed crept over her.

Their conversation didn’t stop there.

“Rumors aside, isn’t Ms. Fumika’s figure amazing? And her yukata today, it was so sensual. Ugh, I really want to hold her properly just once.”

“Even in front of the store earlier, her jiggle was no joke. Haha. I’d have no regrets if I could just fondle her once before I die.”

With only a cubicle between them, the sounds of them evaluating and harassing her body were clearly audible.

Fumika’s body trembled with humiliation.

It was so shameful she wanted to die, but at the same time, her lower abdomen grew hotter, and she felt slippery fluids flowing out.

‘Ah, am I really… a hopeless pervert…?’

Fortunately, soon, along with the sound of a urinal flushing, the sound of a faucet turning on was heard.

Just a little longer…!

Vibrating!

The moment that thought crossed her mind, a violent vibration unexpectedly struck her deepest parts.

“Ahhh…!”

Before Fumika could stop it, her suppressed moan burst out, and she twisted her waist slightly.

“…Hmm? Did you hear something just now, Yamada?”

Kato’s voice was heard asking Yamada, who was washing his hands.

“What sound? I didn’t hear anything.”

“I distinctly heard a strange sound just now. It sounded exactly like… a woman’s voice.”

Soon, footsteps slowly approached the cubicle, and a large shadow flickered through the gap in the cubicle door.

‘Please, please… don’t come…!’

Fumika couldn’t even breathe properly and gritted her teeth.

Creak…

With a creaking sound, Kato’s rough hand slowly, as if choking her, was felt gripping the doorknob.

Just as the old cubicle door was about to open, and all her indecency was about to be revealed to the world.

“Hey! Mr. Kato! Mr. Yamada! So you were here! There’s a commotion at headquarters right now! You need to come quickly!”

From outside the restroom, an urgent voice called out to them.

The owner of the voice was a young man wearing a festival staff armband.

“What, what’s going on at this hour now!”

“Well, you see, suddenly, one of the central stage’s light towers completely went out… I think you two need to come quickly and take a look!”

“Ugh, what a nuisance! Can’t these young people nowadays even manage one thing properly! Alright, we’re coming right now!”

Kato and Yamada, with voices full of regret and annoyance, grumbled and hurriedly left the restroom.

As their heavy footsteps completely faded and the restroom door was heard closing, Fumika could finally gasp for the breath she had been holding.

But that was only for a moment.

Extreme fear and the precarious tension, and the waves of intense stimulation that hadn’t stopped until then, overwhelmed her all at once.

As if a tightly held dam had burst, all her senses exploded at once.

“Ohhh…! ♥♥”

With a beast-like scream, Fumika’s body, reaching climax, writhed violently on the toilet.

Trickling… ♥

At the same time, from deep within her lower abdomen, hot, uncontrollable liquid felt like it was pouring out like a waterfall.

It was an ecstatic climax, a first experience, mixed with shame, liberation, and extreme pleasure.

Only the unfamiliar sensation of her thighs becoming drenched told her that all of this was real.

“Gasp! ♥ Pant! ♥”

After the aftershocks of climax passed, Fumika lay slumped on the toilet, panting for breath.

The sensation of the hot liquid soaking her inner thighs was overwhelmingly vivid, but at that moment, she didn’t even have the energy left to be ashamed of it.

The tip of her nose was dizzy from the fishy smell of the bodily fluids she had discharged and the restroom’s inherent unpleasant stench.

In her ears, along with her own breathing, only the mechanical hum of the still-unstopped vibrator resonated.

“Ah~. In the end, you even peed. The already dirty restroom just got even dirtier.”

At those words, Fumika felt her mind, which had been blank just moments before, instantly fill with cold shame.

“Not only did you dirty the restroom, but you even went off on your own without me telling you to. This will require ‘punishment’.”

“Gasp!?”

The moment the word ‘punishment’ landed in her ears.

Fumika’s body, like a horse hearing a whip crack, flinched and reacted sensitively.

Rather than fear, as if she had been waiting for those words, a thrilling sense of anticipation spread down her spine.

“Yes… ♥ This lewd and dirtied widow shrine maiden… please… p-punish me as Master-nim wills… ♥”

She barely supported her trembling body and pleaded in a melting voice.

The tears flowing from under her blindfold, it was now unclear if they were from shame or anticipation, or the product of all those emotions mixed together.