episode_0532

…A date with the guy I like—in a public restroom?

Pfft, what kind of word combination is this?

A restroom isn’t exactly a picnic spot.

Everyone in the world knows it’s a place you visit to take care of biological needs.

So why is it just you and me, Seo Woo-jin?

“No one’s here for now.”

“…Excuse me?”

Is this really where we’re having our date?

“…Um, excuse me? I came in here with a rapist. Is there anyone who can help me?”

“I already checked all the stalls. None of them are locked.”

“…Oh, so even if I get raped here again, there’s no one to save me…”

“…”

“What do I do now…?”

…Ah, maybe both of us have something seriously wrong with our heads.

Well, you are a perverted bastard who’s had countless pretty girls yet still can’t control your greed…

And I’m the idiot who finds even that ridiculous side of you charming.

Maybe this is normal when it’s just the two of us?

“…Hmph, anyway, maybe because it’s a movie theater, even the restroom is really clean. …The last place was clean too, but not this clean, right?”

“Dunno. It’s been too long—I don’t even remember what it looked like.”

“Eh? But that was my first kiss and my first time…!”

“I said I don’t remember what the restroom looked like, dumbass. Of course, what we did inside the stall back then—”

“…You remember all of it?”

“Yeah.”

“……”

It’s not particularly spacious.

But in terms of cleanliness, this men’s restroom is far tidier than my house, where we call a cleaning lady every week.

A place I’d never have reason to enter alone.

Standing across from the ridiculous-looking urinals, I skimmed my eyes over the row of stall doors.

“Hey, hey, Trash Rapist Uncle?”

“What.”

“…Back then, we did it in the second stall, right? Maybe? Or was it the first one?”

“Wasn’t it your first kiss and first time? You don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t remember which stall I got dragged into… ……I was too busy imagining being raped…”

And honestly, it’s not like it matters that much.

If I start assigning meaning to every little thing like this, life’s gonna get exhausting.

So, anyway—brushing it off, I strode ahead of Woo-jin and clacked my way into the first toilet stall.

Since it’s designed for one person, the inside was cramped as hell.

With the toilet taking up space, if Woo-jin and I faced each other, moving even slightly—horizontally or vertically—would probably be awkward.

“……”

…In a place no different from the women’s restroom, I let Woo-jin grope my bare chest.

Even though there were other people outside…

Leaning against the door, I let him—

Relieve his pent-up lust.

Honestly, you know what?

Looking back now, what was I even thinking?

The loud, rhythmic slapping sounds getting us caught… doesn’t actually bother me that much.

But if some guy other than Woo-jin saw my body like this…

…I’d hate that.

“Don’t just stand there—move further in, Yozora.”

“…Eek! I-I’m not ready yet, why are you coming in so soon…?!”

“Ready for what?”

“…Setting the mood… or something…?”

“…You’re hilarious.”

Looking back, even the slightly eerie memories fade for a moment.

The cramped stall was instantly filled with just Woo-jin and me.

Exactly as awkward to move around in as I’d expected.

Because of that, memories from a year ago in the restroom kept overlapping…

To be honest, it got so embarrassing I could barely look at Woo-jin’s face…

But… I can’t just keep flustering forever.

Gently pushing Woo-jin back to create a tiny bit of distance, I acted like my usual self.

Pretending I wasn’t shaken at all.

Pretending I was just happy remembering the past.

Grinning, I was about to flip the embarrassment onto him by asking, “Did my back turn you on?”—

“…Ngh, ugh… W-Wait…!”

“Stop freezing up. Stick your tongue out properly.”

Click—the sound of the stall lock engaging.

…And just like that, the distance I’d created vanished again.

I surrendered my lips to the rapist—who was, admittedly, just a little bigger than average.

“Ngh, chuu… Nn…!”

The faint caramel taste from the popcorn we’d been sharing earlier lingered on my tongue.

…Well, of course. The only other thing we’d had was soda, and we’d been eating it since before the movie even started.

But until just now, I’d been hiding in the seats, licking his… dick… so…

…You probably taste awful.

Not that this stupid perverted rapist cared—he tangled his tongue with mine.

“…Haah…!”

Thump, thump—pretending to scold him by hitting his chest…

But he just sat me down gently on the white toilet seat cover.

Then, with unsettling tenderness, he took off my coat and casually tossed it onto the high stall partition—without my permission.

…Unlike in the theater, where he only touched me over my clothes, he slid his hand under my soft sweater.

After slowly tugging down my bra strap—

“You keep saying you were dragged here and raped, so why is this still hard?”

“…Someone once told me… if you get touched like this… lewdly… Hah…”

“…”

“Of course you’d react like this… Nn… they said…”

“…No idea who that could be.”

“…Really? Pffft…”

His fingertips rolled my swollen, cherry-pink nipple however he pleased.

And without warning—Ngh!—he pinched it…

Making me keep producing sounds that should never be heard in a restroom.

“Your sweater keeps slipping down and getting in the way. Hold it properly with your mouth.”

“…Hup… Ngh…!”

If a girl being raped is this obedient, shouldn’t there at least be a knife to her throat?

That thought floated vaguely in my mind, but it was already too late.

Like a well-trained pet, I obediently bit down on the hem of my sweater that Woo-jin held to my mouth.

This way, I wouldn’t interfere with him molesting my chest.

Then, panting through my nose, I glared at him like I was furious.

“…Yeah. Your tits really are fucking huge.”

“Nngh…!”

“Even when you straighten your neck, the top of your head only reaches my shoulders. But your chest is as big as Han Soo-ah’s.”

“…… …”

…Well, not that it matters.

From Woo-jin’s perspective—

“…Now that I look at you, your body really does suit being a living onahole. Or maybe a dick sleeve.”

“…Shut the hell… up…”

—I probably just look like some horny bitch fully immersed in her role.

“Nn, ngh… H-Hey, you bastard…!”

Like disciplining a misbehaving pet, he roughly squeezed the soft mounds of fat—

But even as I squirmed, he kept flicking my stiff nipples before finally licking them with slow, deliberate strokes.

…Right. Back when he first dragged me into the restroom, he started with my chest too.

He peeled off my hoodie over my academy uniform…

Then buried his face in it, leaving obvious drool stains on the fabric before finishing.

The difference is—back then, I was still fully dressed.

Now, he’s stripped me bare.

And instead of just drooling on my clothes, he’s licking me directly.

But.

“…Hah… Nngh… Hh…”

Between just leaving drool stains on my uniform—

And Woo-jin gently running his tongue over my nipple…

Sucking on it like a baby, slurp, suck…

Then, as if annoyed it had no taste, using his teeth to—

Leave marks all over my bare chest…

…There’s a massive difference.

“…You… perverted… bastard… Nn, ngh… It’s not like… I like this… or anything…!”

“I told you to hold your sweater properly with your mouth.”

“…Fuck… you… Ah… Why would I listen to a rapist like you…?!”

It was hard enough just keeping my eyes from rolling back.

The glare I was trying to fix on him like he was my mortal enemy kept softening into my usual look.

If that happens, all he’ll see is the usual playful Yozora getting fucked.

…But just for today, I want him to force a vicious Yozora to take it…

—Creeeak

“……….”

“……….”

Of all times, the sound of the restroom door opening echoed from the entrance.

Any trace of viciousness froze solid.

…All I could do was muffle my breathing—still uneven from his earlier teasing—with my hand.

My chest, now covered in Woo-jin’s spit, heaved with each stifled gasp as I stared blankly at his still-calm face.

“…….”

Only one set of footsteps.

No conversation, either.

Just someone walking to the urinals, jingle-jangle unbuckling their belt, and that’s it.

…And because of that, the restroom was dead silent.

At least last time, the guys outside were talking loudly.

That helped mask the smaller noises.

But in silence like this, if I make even a weird sound…

The person outside would definitely…

“…….”

…Hear it.

When Woo-jin casually started unbuckling his own belt, I almost yelled What the hell are you doing?

“…….”

But then I realized—belt sounds don’t matter.

What’s weird about hearing that in a restroom?

Hell, we just heard it from outside five seconds ago.

“…….”

Right. Belt sounds don’t matter.

Neither does the sound of Woo-jin pulling his pants down slightly.

Or him taking off his coat and hanging it next to mine on the partition.

Those are all normal restroom sounds.

They don’t matter.

“…….”

But.

Even though the tinkle-tinkle of someone peeing outside—

And what sounds like habitual humming—are still audible…

…He doesn’t care.

Casually, he brings his half-hard cock to my mouth.

“…….”

Then, with just the shape of his lips—

‘Suck it hard.’

He orders.

That’s a different story.