The Common Sense-Altered College Girl Quenches Her Thirst with Golden Dew - 1
Rule 1: Satisfying the protagonist and following his orders is the top priority.
Rule 2: No matter what words or actions the protagonist takes, others hold no aversion or ill will towards them.
Rule 3: This behavior is taken for granted, and others do not hold any doubts about it.
"Feels like I need to piss soon," the man muttered quietly.
He had been lounging on a bench in the tree-shaded University Garden when he spotted her. It was pure coincidence. She looked like any other college student leaving the library, but to his eyes she was a sculpture too exquisite to simply walk past. The way her brown hair fluttered lightly in the breeze, the clear lines of her figure beneath the white blouse, and the slender legs visible below her skirt—every detail perfectly matched his tastes.
"All right. She'll do for now."
The whisper was probably a promise to himself. There was no guilt. He really was in a hurry, after all. The man stood and strode straight toward her.
The chill of the dawn air still clung to my skin. The all-nighter in the library had left my head throbbing, but the assignment was due today, so there had been no other choice. The comfortable white blouse and short skirt were not something I would usually wear, yet they had been the easiest outfit to throw on when my exhausted body refused to cooperate.
"Ah."
The moment I opened the door, blinding morning sunlight greeted me. The familiar sight of the University Garden. I moved to take a step, but my feet refused to budge. A man was standing right in front of me.
Plain glasses, an ordinary T-shirt and jeans. His face seemed vaguely familiar, though I couldn't quite place it. Even so, the way he approached felt like a scene from a movie.
"Excuse me," I said first. He was blocking my path, so it only made sense to speak. My voice came out as calm and firm as always. Yet the way he looked at me carried an intensity that felt almost strange. It reminded me of a museum scholar observing a rare butterfly.
He said nothing, simply nodding, and stopped half a step away from me. It was a comfortable distance—neither unpleasant nor threatening. Still, an inexplicable tension crawled down the back of my neck. In his pupils I saw my own small reflection: a woman in a white blouse who looked a little tired. That was me.
Perhaps because I had stayed up all night, I spaced out for a moment. My mind grew hazy, and the noises of the world seemed to fade. It felt like the soft drowsiness that comes right before falling into deep sleep. The instant I surrendered to that languor, I never noticed that something vital inside me had been permanently rewritten.
"You really are quite pretty."
His sudden compliment snapped me back to reality. It wasn't the first time someone had praised my looks, but it was the first time the words felt so serene. Normally I would have brushed them off coldly, but maybe the all-nighter had dulled my edge. A brief silence fell while I tried to think of a reply.
"Um, I'm in a hurry to piss, so I'll just use your mouth, okay?"
The words that left his lips yanked me out of reality again. An abrupt, impossibly rude, bizarre request. The moment I heard it, my mind began working busily. Even in this situation, fortunately, my judgment was quick and accurate.
Ah, I see. So I just need to accept his urine with my mouth. He looks troubled, so I should help him out.
Whatever important inner voice should have sounded an alarm instead simply repeated that his request was perfectly natural. Maybe it really was too much trouble to walk all the way to the bathroom. It would be messy if he relieved himself outdoors. If that's what he wanted, there was nothing to be done. Yes, the reasons to help were more than sufficient.
"Yes. You must be in quite a hurry. I'll drink it right here, then."
The voice that came from my own mouth was astonishingly calm and gentle, as if I were granting a small favor to an old friend.
"Thanks. Sorry to make you do this so early. You're a student here, right? What year?"
"I'm a third-year. I have an assignment due tomorrow..."
"Oh, really? I'm a third-year too. Well, I don't go to class much these days."
He laughed lightly, and I nodded. So we were in the same year. The tension eased a little.
"Ah, you can speak casually to me. We're at the same school, and you're about to drink my piss anyway—what does it matter?"
He smiled as he spoke. The smile was ordinary, yet to my eyes it looked strangely kind.
"Really? Then I'll speak comfortably."
Accepting his kindness, I immediately knelt in front of him. The cold ground against my knees felt bleak, but that didn't matter. What mattered was helping him right away. He must have been holding it for a long time.
"Oh, before I go, wouldn't it be better to take your clothes off? It would stain that white outfit."
His suggestion was perfectly reasonable. The thought of my precious clothes getting soaked in urine was horrible. I was about to nod when I remembered he had said he was in a hurry.
"But aren't you in a rush? I hate the idea of stains, but if you can't hold it, I'm fine like this."
They were my favorite clothes, but I could wash them later. His gaze turned to me. I met his eyes for a moment.
"It's all right. I'll hold it."
His face showed no particular expression. Yet deep in his pupils I could read his desire.
He must be suffering, yet he's still worried about my clothes. He doesn't seem like a bad person.
Reassured, I gladly surrendered myself to his desire. Slowly I brought my hands to the buttons of my white blouse. The small plastic buttons felt delicate against my cold fingertips. One, two... with each button undone the blouse parted, revealing the pale bra beneath in tantalizing glimpses. The chilly morning air brushed my bare skin, raising faint goosebumps. Strangely, I found it rather pleasant.
He watched quietly. Once all the buttons were open, I slipped the blouse off my shoulders. The fabric sliding over my skin, the coolness after it fell away—everything felt like an ordinary part of daily life. Next came the skirt. The soft rasp of the zipper echoed quietly through the garden. When the skirt dropped, my smooth white thighs, the white panties, and the pale bra were completely exposed.
I hesitated for a second.
"Should I take these off too?"
He seemed to think for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah. You wouldn't want to dirty them either."
He was right. The thought of my precious underwear getting soiled was unbearable. Besides, making him wait any longer would be rude. I bent forward and unhooked my bra. The cold morning breeze made my bare skin tremble. When I tossed the bra aside, my breasts sagged under their own weight. My nipples had stiffened in the cool air.
He fixed his gaze on my chest and bit his lip lightly. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down. I felt the fabric glide along my legs. Now completely naked, I knelt gracefully before him in the chilly morning air.
There was no such thing as shame. This was a normal, natural act to help him. Undressing beneath the trees and preparing to receive his urine was simply my current situation. Aside from feeling a little sleepy from the all-nighter, I was fine. A bit nervous, perhaps, but that was all.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm ready now."
I was actually more worried that he might feel embarrassed about urinating in front of a stranger. As if to prove my concern unnecessary, he slowly lowered his zipper. When he pulled down his underwear, his manhood emerged, looking cool and dry.
I stared at it for a moment. This was the first time I'd seen one outdoors. Actually, it was the first time I'd seen one at all. The veiny, rugged texture and the way it tapered toward the tip stirred a faint excitement in me. I was so captivated that I nearly forgot his request.
"First time seeing a guy's cock? That's surprising. Pretty as you are, I figured you'd have plenty of experience."
His words stabbed into my heart like a sharp blade. Saying I had experience was basically calling me a slut.
"No, this really is my first time."
My voice sounded normal, but inside a small wave of humiliation rose. It vanished almost immediately. He might misunderstand, that was all. Strangely, I found I could accept even those words from him.
"Looks like today's starting off lucky," he laughed. The laugh looked genuinely kind. Then he brought his manhood right up to my lips. Without thinking, I closed my eyes.