The Common Sense of Walkies (2): "Did I Bite Off More Than I Can Chew...?"
My lower belly hurts. It's not a big pain, but it's definitely there. A strong urge is dominating my lower half. I'm holding it in for now, but my bladder's not that big—I can't hold it for long.
There's still a whole hour left until the walk ends.
Of course, this park has men's and women's restrooms. But there's no "bitch" restroom. That's a pretty big difference.
In truth, even though we're treated like bitches, it's not like they usually stop us from using the women's restroom outside. Sure, regular women always complain about why they have to share with bitches or female bitches like that, but nothing changes. It's not the men's business—and men make up the overwhelming majority of society. Bluntly put, whether bitches use the same restrooms as women or not isn't something men care about. The only time it would be a big deal is if the number of public human toilets in the men's room decreased. Most men living in the real world couldn't care less about women's restrooms.
In a way, this shows the worldview setup: no matter how hard a woman tries to climb to the top of the status cartel as a "woman," she can never truly stand equal to men.
Anyway, the important thing right now is that I can't use the women's restroom here.
But outside school is different from inside. And this park is different from regular classrooms or school facilities. Officially, it's to protect the privileges of Woman Class students, but really, it's to embarrass Bitch Class students during walking lessons. Limited to this park, I can't use the restroom. So if I have to pee, I have to do it on a tree or under a utility pole. The other option is to pee in the water bottle my owner brought, but that feels way more humiliating to me.
This is bad...
I have no intention of telling Geon-yul. He'd either tease me or worry and act all awkwardly. One or the other. The former's awful, but the latter's way worse. A little awkwardness while walking around isn't a huge threat—people don't pay that much attention to those around them. But this is different. The teachers are watching our every move in the park. Under surveillance, I have to be extra careful.
I just have to hold it.
The solution's simple. If I just hold in my need to pee for exactly one hour, everything will sort itself out smoothly. Geon-yul will be shocked I never said anything, and I'll sigh in relief at having cleared the hurdle. No more, no less—just one hour, and we're golden.
"...Chae-a?"
"Uh, y-yeah?"
"Something wrong? Your face is pale."
"No, nothing... Meng."
I straightened my legs and clamped my thighs together tight. It looked like the proper, demure bitch posture, but really, my head was about to explode from the effort of holding it in. Just quietly walking behind Geon-yul like before, and the world looked different. My lower belly ached dully, cold sweat dripped from my forehead without me noticing, and every step made my bladder slosh, which was terrifying.
"Hah, huff..."
Should I ask to sit on a bench and rest? But sitting or standing roughly would probably make it worse. What do I do?
After agonizing over it, I grabbed Geon-yul's arm tight and blurted out a question.
"H-how much time left?"
"Until the walk ends? Hmm... about 55 minutes?"
"...55 minutes?"
My face stiffened. 55 minutes? It was an hour just a bit ago. It felt like so much time had passed, but only five minutes had gone by?
This is driving me crazy.
This was dangerous. Even if Geon-yul wasn't the sharpest, he'd notice something was off if this kept up. I needed a distraction.
"What, who's that?"
"Meng?"
Right then, someone was walking toward us. Thud, thud.
"Well, well, out for a walk too?"
A man emerged from the shadows. He was bald with a buzz cut, holding a leash in his hand just like Geon-yul. At the end of it was a smiling beauty stripped down to her underwear, just like me. But her face looked familiar.
"...Chae-a?"
"Y-Ye-rin?"
Our eyes met. Tanned skin, blonde hair, a slightly chubby face, and a suffocatingly hot body. It was definitely Geum Ye-rin, the one I knew.
She'd been pointed out by the bald guy.
"What, you know that bitch over there and my kitty?"
"Yeah, looks like it."
The bald college student—or whatever—didn't even hide it as he raked his sticky gaze over every inch of my body. From my inner thighs up to my chest, across my neckline to my face—it felt like being licked by a slimy tongue.
"Eek."
I instinctively pressed against Geon-yul and hid a bit behind him. I was questioning if this guy was really a "student" like Geon-yul. To me, he looked old enough to be called an uncle.
Geon-yul seemed to sense it too and got guarded.
"Whoa, no need to be so wary, haha! Your bitch is cute and all, but I'm totally hooked on this kitty bitch right now. No plans to take her."
"That's right, Chae-a's owner. Hehe..."
Ye-rin didn't add "meng" at the end of her sentences like me. Nor did she tack on "nyang" every time. She didn't take the risk of that kind of speech pattern at all.
"Ehehe~ Tanned my skin all dark, but my nipples are still pink and perky~ Fit fit~"
Ye-rin made a V-sign with her fingers and spread her legs into an O. The bald guy grabbed her slim waist to show off her body, then used his other hand to spread her fully exposed pussy wide.
That's so trashy!
Her plump pussy lips parted under his fingers, revealing pink flesh winking inside—it was embarrassing even for me, another woman.
...No, wait, I'm a guy, right? Of course it's embarrassing!
Minor slip-up, but moving on. Unlike me, Ye-rin wasn't wearing any underwear. Nipples, pussy, asshole—all on full display. Guess locals are different from possessors like me...
"Grr, picked her just from photos, but what a catch. You choose yours for one-night stands too?"
"No, this is an official owner-bitch relationship."
"Ho, a first-year? Impressive. Ah, no need to be so formal. Uhahaha! We're both bitch owners right now. Well, mine's a kitty bitch, technically."
While the bald guy and Geon-yul talked, I kept staring at Ye-rin.
She really likes a guy like that?
Ye-rin kept smiling as the bald guy fondled her areola nonstop, but she looked kinda sad somewhere. Up close, her eyes were glistening with tears just a bit.
That...
Looking closer, there was a red mark on her neck. Clearly fresh from the collar. Of course, that alone didn't prove the bald guy was just using the walking class to satisfy his sadistic urges without any intention of making her his bitch. But...
"Man, impressive. Owning a bitch at your age—rude question for a first meet, but... loaded family?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hahaha! No, I mean... feeding a bitch and all the costs add up huge. I can't afford it, so I use this loophole."
"...Loophole?"
No need to pry. The bald guy spilled the truth to Geon-yul himself.
"Sure, I know bitches have their charms—better than anyone. They're more submissive than female bitches 'cause of low pride, but too pricey, so onaholes feel bland without the life in 'em."
"So you use the walking class?"
"Yep. Pick a girl you like like at a brothel, enjoy her for two hours—no charge. Best deal ever."
"..."
"And this leash? Total turn-on."
Geon-yul looked utterly bored, but the bald guy didn't care. He just wanted to show how great he found this class.
"See, pull the leash like this..."
"Gack! Kek, guhk, p-please...!"
"And her mouth opens up."
"A-anything, I swear...!"
"Really? Then gimme a kiss full of love~"
Then the bald guy ravaged Ye-rin's mouth as she teared up from the choking. It wasn't a kiss. Lips pressed, tongues twisting, but she drooled desperately just to breathe while lavishing his slobbery tongue—it was hard to watch.
"Slurp, slurp, slurrrp! See? Choke her and her pussy clenches hard too. Amazing."
He shoved a hand down to finger her pussy. Ye-rin stomped her feet, but he didn't notice, just chuckled as he stirred her up. It was revolting.
Fuck...
But there was nothing I could do. Obviously, I couldn't step in to save Ye-rin. Neither could Geon-yul. This was still class. Unless he planned to make her his second bitch after me, interfering would be meddling. Plus, teachers were watching. All I could do was bitch-like stuff. Bark "meng" or growl at bad vibes.
Why'd I have to get this urge now, of all times...!
Originally, I'd been holding it too long standing still—it could burst any second. Everything was against me.
"...Chae-a, wanna go somewhere else?"
"W-wait."
"Why?"
At this point, I had to say it. No time for shame—I'd forgotten all about it.
"...I gotta pee."
"Huh?"
"I hafta go. Bad."
"Wait, now?"
Geon-yul's shocked face. Mine burned too. How much courage did it take to tell a friend I gotta pee like some kid? And he grimaces like that? What does that make me for spilling it?
"...Ah, sorry."
He apologized late, realizing it, but by then I was mortified—face and bladder both about to burst.
"So, uh, yeah..."
Desperately searching for a save, Geon-yul's eyes darted around, landing on the bald guy and Ye-rin still gross-kissing. He blinked a few times.
"This is it."
"...?"
"Ear over here?"
I leaned in cluelessly. A breeze made me shiver, but then I heard his whisper and my eyes went wide.
"F-for real?"
"Yep."
"You want me to do that?"
"Kills two birds. Pee problem solved, villain wrecked."
Not wrong. Just meant I'd suffer massive humiliation.
It was the only thing only I could do here.
"...Close your eyes."
"Duh."
"I'll really get mad if you look."
"I won't."
"No morning milk anymore."
"...Never."
Pfft—Geon-yul's serious face cracked me up. I lowered into position. Panties to my knees, hands and feet on the ground.
This is insane.
Like a real dog on all fours, I crawled forward until the leash went taut. Straight toward the bald guy and Ye-rin.
"...?"
Even mid-kiss and fingering, the bald guy noticed me crawling up and blinked.
I ignored him, shoved my nose into his shoe, and sniffed hard.
"Guh!"
Ugh, fuck. So gross. Worse than dick? Well, only sniffed Geon-yul's, but still better than feet.
"Pwah...! What the hell is this bitch?!"
"Woof woof woof—!!"
I barked loud to drown him out and launched into the prepared lines. Just like Geon-yul's idea: act the loyal bitch, lift one leg, and...
"I smell a nasty toilet here—woof woof!"
Pat pat pat...
Leg up, relax the belly—warm liquid gushed from between my legs. Yellow stream hit his shoe and pants dead-on, soaking the fabric and stinking up the air.
"Hya♡"
Ah, so relieving...♡