Filthy Tea Time in the Men's Room
Class was over. Descart and Rozalia walked side by side down the hallway, shoulders brushing close. They whispered to each other, laughing softly.
I trailed behind them, stepping silently.
A fairy-tale prince and a noble genius lady. They looked perfect together, like something out of a storybook. Their destination was obvious: a luxurious salon steeped with the finest tea leaves.
But no—the place they arrived at was a deserted corner building of the academy. I'd assumed, naturally, a fragrant secret chamber with a plush silk-draped bed scattered in flower petals. A prince and a high noble lady's rendezvous had to be classy.
Descart's footsteps stopped far from anything like that. The men's restroom.
A sharp stench hit me. The tile floor was slick with unclean puddles from poor maintenance. The prince glanced around once, then grabbed Rozalia's wrist and dragged her inside without hesitation.
"……."
This guy was insane.
I killed my footsteps and followed them in. I ducked hurriedly into a narrow stall near the entrance.
Holding my breath. On the partition wall, beside some crudely drawn cock graffiti, was a tiny hole just big enough for a finger. I pressed my eye to it.
My view opened up. The tile floor was filthy, caked with mystery stains and dirt. A sewer for lust's excretions. The lowest place to handle waste. And right in the middle of those dirty urinals stood Rozalia.
"Strip."
Descart's voice was cold. A haughty command, like he was looking down at shit. Not the gentle prince from the fairy tale anymore.
"H-here…?"
"Fits your level perfectly, doesn't it? Hurry up."
A soft rustle. Rozalia's hands undid her dress ribbon. The lavender silk of the finest weave slid off her slender shoulders and splattered onto the piss-splashed dirty tiles like an expensive rag.
Her unreal body was laid bare. A waist you could grasp in one hand. Wide, sensuous hips flaring out below, with taut, juicy ass cheeks. And on that slim frame, grotesquely swollen massive royal tits that didn't belong. Her plump areolas and nipples, pale pink and thick, stiffened in the restroom's polluted air.
Just ten minutes ago, she'd crushed a giant brute underfoot amid everyone's awe—the lofty genius swordswoman. Now she stood naked in the middle of a stinking toilet.
"Haa…."
Hot breath escaped my lips. Rozalia. My girlfriend. The exalted genius lady who'd just trampled Berga with the dignity of a transcendent being on the training grounds.
Now she stood completely naked in front of a dirty men's urinal.
"Assume the position."
Descart jerked his chin.
Rozalia clasped her hands behind her head. Then, facing away from the urinal, she awkwardly bent her knees. A vulgar, slutty spread-leg stance. Legs splayed wide like a frog, squatting unsteadily.
Her body filled my vision, exposed raw.
"……Fucking insane, I'm so hard."
Tits bigger than her head swayed heavily against gravity. In the center of that taut white breast flesh, rock-hard pink nipples stood erect, slicing the air. Her child-bearing hips thrust forward, that royal ass perfect for breeding. And thanks to the spread-leg pose, everything between her thighs was on full display.
A smooth, hairless fat pussy. Plump outer labia dripping love juices, inner folds spread wide to show red mucosa—shamelessly exhibited. Any shred of ladylike modesty was gone.
"Ahhat…♡ Y-yes, your highness…."
Far from bowing her head in shame, Rozalia blushed and giggled. She even thrust her hips forward a bit more, showing off her luscious body and aroused pussy lips like a bitch in heat.
"Good. That's the basic pose you'll take from now on whenever you want to get fucked by noble males above your station."
"Yesss… I get it, your highness…♡"
"That's how a vulgar sow waits for her master when she's in heat. Got it?"
Descart reached out and roughly grabbed her swinging udders.
"Ngh, aaang!♡"
"How dare a pureblood noble slum it with some rootless mongrel like Karn. A merchant whelp who bought his title with money. You mustn't associate with trash like that lowly commoner."
My name came up. Descart spewed blatant classism and status insults. He was grinding down Rozalia's self-worth to nothing, hammering noble superiority into her brain.
"N-nooo… Karn is…! A worm like Karn is… not a friend, but a slave, compared to your highness's noble status… aaah, nothing at all…♡"
Rozalia's eyes glazed over as she fully bought into Descart's ideology. Every time my name was degraded, her spread pussy clenched and dripped clear nectar onto the urinal floor.
"……."
"Answer me. So what are you?"
Rozalia's golden eyes wavered. Dirty toilet floor. Humiliating spread-leg pose.
"Ah… aaang…♡"
Her lips twisted. Shame and humiliation melted her brain. I could almost hear her last shreds of reason shattering.
"Y-yes… yes! I know now, your highness…♡ I'm just a filthy sow who looks down on people from her lowly station…♡ A loose public toilet slut who only spreads for proper noble masters…♡"
"Fine broodmare. Time for tea, then."
Descart unzipped his pants. A thick-veined alpha cock sprang out. He tapped his glans against her lips.
Her gaze locked onto the monstrous dick bulging from his crotch.
Still in spread-leg pose with hands clasped behind her head, her face lunged forward like a trained dog waiting for a bone.
"Schlurp…! Chlurup…!"
Rozalia's pink lips engulfed the massive shaft. Wet, sticky suction sounds filled the restroom. Her tongue wrapped the pillar, saliva drooling long strings down the cock and her chin.
"Jubop… chp, chlurup, jooook…♡"
Without even using her hands, she greedily licked up the monster with just mouth and tongue. Eyes rolled up to gauge Descart's reaction, nostrils flaring hot breaths as she choked herself.
I couldn't tear my eye from the hole. My hand slipped into my pants. My tiny, pathetic pinky-sized dicklette trembled—I gripped it tight. Hot precum spurted from the slit.
"Chlurup…♡"
She stretched her tongue long to lap the glans tip.
-Schlurp, jooook. Chlurup…!♡
Fishy slurps echoed off the empty walls. Rozalia shook her head wildly. The huge glans pierced her lips, ruthlessly stabbing her throat.
"Jubooob! Uuugh, chlurrup…!♡"
"Deeper. No teeth."
"Kgh! Uuuuk, jurp, schluuub…!♡"
Cheeks hollowing with vacuum suction. Eyes rolled back from the tear-inducing depth. Gagging coughs mixed into the sloppy water sounds.
"S-so tasty…♡ Your highness, your cock, too tasty…♡"
"Deeper. Take my dick all the way down your throat."
"Uuuub…! Jubobop! Guuek, chuuub…!♡"
Descart grabbed her hair and slammed his hips forward. Merciless forced deepthroat. Physiological tears welled in her eyes, but her lips grinned ear to ear. Her spread lower body shuddered violently, hands still clasped behind.
-Plap! Plap! Plap!
Descart started thrusting roughly. Piston-fucking her mouth-pussy mercilessly.
"Uugh! Khek! Jlururup! Uguuuk…!♡"
"Cumming. Don't spill a drop. Swallow it all."
"Mmph! Ummph! Gulp!♡"
Descart's hips snapped hard. The monster buried to her throat's depths and froze.
"Ngh…!"
-Bleururuk! Bleurt! Bleururt!
His hips convulsed. All that nasty thick white cum I'd seen on screens before exploded straight down her esophagus.
Gulping throat. Sticky saliva drooling from her lips.
"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…."
Swallowing sounds. Her slender neck bobbed up and down repeatedly. Gulping his fishy seed greedily, not spilling a drop.
Descart pulled out. Rozalia, lips smeared white, stuck out her tongue in ecstasy to lick them clean.
She collapsed to the floor, panting raggedly. Face a mess of tears, snot, saliva, and cum. Gazing up at the prince with glazed eyes, utterly degraded.
"Urk…… buuuuuurp-♡"
A loud, vulgar belch erupted from her open mouth. Her cum-stuffed stomach sent up the prince's fishy seed mixed with belch fumes. The briny night-flower stench hit my nose.
Face wrecked with tears, snot, his saliva, and cum. Gazing up with those glazed eyes, pathetic slut. Leftover semen dangled long from her chin.
"How was it."
Descart looked down and asked. His still-half-hard monster dangled between his legs.
"Did you enjoy tea time with me, my lady."
An insulting question tossed to a shit-smeared bitch. Beyond the hole, Rozalia slowly raised her torso.
Kneeling naked on the dirty tiles. Ignoring piss stains on her knees, filthy drips running down her tits.
Her lips curved into a smile. Eyes crinkled elegantly. The perfect, refined noble lady smile you'd see in an earl's lavish salon over fine tea.
"Hoho… Truly splendid tea time, your highness."
Her clear, graceful voice echoed in the piss-stinking restroom. Polite formality. Demure tone.
"Nothing like the watery slop from that rootless commoner who bought his title. This has real depth you can't even compare."
Rozalia elegantly wiped the cum from her lips with her hand's back.
"The imperial family's noble, thick special baby batter… my stomach is in absolute bliss. Hehehe."
I pressed my forehead to the wall. The rough wood texture dug into my skin. Breath caught in my throat.
A noble lady appraising cum like a sommelier, all prim and proper. Yet between her spread legs, her fat labia dripped nectar to the floor. That jarring contrast clawed at my brain.
"Haa, haha… haa…."
I leaned on the wall, gasping. Rubbed my trembling pinky-dick furiously between my fingers.
Toilet. Cum eating show. Belch. My slut girlfriend badmouthing me while spreading wide.
Vision flickered white-hot.
-Bleururutt! Bleurt!
My tiny glans spurted watery cum. Not into Rozalia's warm mouth, but splattered cold on the toilet seat. Heart aching like it was torn, utterly pathetic—yet my mind burned with insane taboo ecstasy.