The Common Sense Altered College Girl Quenches Her Thirst with Golden Dew - 2 (Complete)
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.
"You said it was your first time, right? Open your eyes and look closely. Take a deep breath and smell it too. Relax."
His voice was quiet, yet it carried an undeniable power. I opened my eyes. His manhood filled my vision. As I breathed in deeply, a scent that mingled revulsion and strange excitement stung my nose. The thought that it smelled disgusting flickered through my mind, but it vanished almost instantly. Once I simply thought of it as his scent, it became perfectly fine.
I studied his manhood more closely. Faint blue veins traced beneath the pale skin, and the tip looked soft. The realization that I would soon take it into my mouth made my heart beat faster.
"Could you share your impressions in detail? I always ask the first-timers."
He looked at me with pure, curious eyes. I paused to consider my words.
"It looks soft. I'm curious about the texture. The smell... well, I wouldn't say it's unpleasant. It's a scent I've never encountered before, so I suppose it's simply your scent."
My answer was completely honest. He nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"Now open your mouth as wide as you can. Imagine your mouth is a toilet."
I nodded and stretched my mouth open to its limit. As my lips parted, I felt saliva begin to trickle down. Something inside me stirred with a faint, tickling sensation.
"Good. From now on, as my toilet, you'll drink my piss. It's your first time, so it might be difficult, but you must swallow every drop. Understand?"
His words were nothing more than a simple instruction. I nodded again, mouth still wide open.
"And while you're receiving it, you must look gently and directly into my eyes. Got it? That's basic etiquette when serving as someone else's toilet."
"Mmhmm." The reply came out muffled with my mouth stretched open. It felt slightly embarrassing, yet obeying his command seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I gazed into his eyes. They were deep and dark. In them, I saw my own reflection—mouth absurdly agape.
He gently rested his manhood on my tongue. It was soft and warm. The foreign fullness felt strange at first, but I quickly grew accustomed to it. My tongue instinctively curled around it. A salty taste spread across my palate.
"Whew, I almost couldn't hold it. Excuse me, then~"
The moment the words left his lips, a hot stream poured onto my tongue.
"Ahk...!"
At first the heat made me flinch, but the flow showed no sign of stopping. Wet, splashing sounds echoed inside my mouth. A foul odor assaulted my nose, yet it soon transformed into nothing more than his scent. I struggled to swallow, but my mouth filled rapidly. My cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. I couldn't speak.
"Haha, your face right now is incredibly cute."
His laughter didn't reach me; I was too focused on swallowing. Goosebumps prickled across my entire body as the hot, salty liquid slid down my throat. It was difficult, but I fought to keep my eyes locked on his. His manhood remained in my mouth, shifting slightly and sending new sensations through me with every movement. I endured. Staring into his eyes, I simply kept gulping it down.
As I drank his Golden Dew, I held his gaze without wavering. His eyes seemed to understand everything about me. I had no desire to look away. Once I grew accustomed to the rhythm of swallowing, the taste became clearer—slightly salty, with a faint metallic tang. It was a flavor entirely new to me. Strong at first, it gradually mellowed. Even so, slowing down even slightly risked letting it spill past my lips.
With my eyes fixed on him, I maintained a loving, adoring look—as if gazing at a cherished partner—and continued drinking his dew. Though I hadn't been thirsty, a burning thirst bloomed inside me. His dew seemed to quench it, if only for the briefest moment. Swallowing the mouthfuls that filled me somehow brought a choking sort of pleasure.
As the stream that felt endless began to weaken, I carefully swallowed the pooled Golden Dew in my mouth, sip by careful sip. With more room to breathe, the warmth of the liquid sliding down my throat became vividly clear. My belly slowly filled with that heat. The sensation of fullness came gradually but unmistakably.
There was no shame. No embarrassment. Only the calm certainty that this was perfectly natural.
When his flow finally ebbed away completely, I let out a rough breath still carrying his scent, relieved that I had performed as instructed. At the same time, a faint pang of regret brushed through me. The way my mouth was cooling felt vaguely disappointing, and I found that reaction in myself rather curious.
I wondered if I had been a good toilet.
"You did well. You really drank every last drop."
He sounded satisfied as he withdrew his manhood from my mouth. The sudden emptiness let cool air rush in. His scent still lingered at the tip of my nose. Without a word, I swallowed the remaining saliva—along with the final drop of him that clung inside. The motion felt so natural it surprised even me. He looked mildly astonished as well.
"Incredible. You're the first person who's managed to drink it all on their very first try. I've seen plenty of pathetic ones who threw it all back up."
His praise filled me with an odd sense of pride. I bowed my head to him, as if offering thanks.
"For the finale, give it a kiss. After drinking someone else's urine, showing gratitude is proper etiquette for a toilet, don't you think?"
"I understand."
I nodded and turned my attention back to his manhood—the same one that had just been inside my mouth. It glistened with a mixture of my saliva and his dew. Slowly, I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to the tip. It was soft, warm, and slightly damp. That was my impression of my very first kiss.
When I pulled away, I felt his eyes on me.
"Now get dressed and stand up."
Following his order, I rose naked and gathered my scattered clothes. First, the panties I had set aside. I stepped into them and pulled them up, feeling the soft cotton fabric embrace my hips. Next came the bra. I slipped the straps over my shoulders, adjusted the cups to support my breasts, and fastened it securely. Then the skirt. I wrapped it around my waist, zipped it up, and felt the reassuring return of fabric to its proper place. Finally, the white blouse. I slid my arms into the sleeves and buttoned the cool buttons one by one.
Once fully dressed, I stood before him again. Whether from being clothed or from the warmth now settled in my stomach, the breeze no longer felt chilly.
"You show real talent as a toilet. I'd give you about ninety points."
He chuckled as if he had just graded an exam. Ninety points. The number echoed in my mind. I was satisfied with it. It wasn't perfect, but it was still quite high.
"I'm glad the score is high... but I'm curious where the ten points were deducted."
My voice remained calm and steady. At least I had helped him properly, which brought relief. Still, I had believed I fulfilled his requests almost flawlessly, so the lost points intrigued me.
"Hmm, how should I explain it? It still felt a little clumsy. Too mechanical. When serving as a toilet, you should be more lewd and proactive about it."
"That way the person relieving themselves feels better too, right? Don't forget today's lesson and try to improve next time."
He shrugged with a self-satisfied expression. I nodded. Yes—lewd and proactive. That was the key to becoming a better toilet. I took his advice deeply to heart.
"I understand. I'll do better next time."
I made him the promise. If this happened again, I would receive and drink his urine in a lewder, more enthusiastic way. That was what he desired, and striving to meet his wishes felt completely natural—something important inside me continued to affirm it.
"Just so you know, scoring ninety points on your first attempt is a first. As casual as I might seem, I'm genuinely impressed. I have a feeling I'll be using you often from now on."
With those words, he gave my left buttock a light smack, like a high-five.
Smack.
I instinctively cupped the spot and staggered slightly. It didn't hurt; instead, it sent a strange, goosebump-raising sensation through me. I couldn't deny that it made me a little happy.
I bowed my head to him once more, expressing my gratitude. He simply laughed, then spoke again.
"Well, it's about time. Shall we grab something to eat? You must be hungry."
I reflected on my situation. I had pulled an all-nighter at the library, so of course I was hungry. My stomach felt somewhat full now, but hunger was still hunger.
"Yes, I'm hungry."
I answered honestly, because that was what he wanted. He smiled with satisfaction and took my arm. His hand was warm. I let him lead me out of the university garden. Morning sunlight bathed us both.
Even though part of me knew better, I momentarily forgot where this path led and what I was truly doing. In the ordinary morning scenery of a university campus, the man guiding me still appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary young man. And I was simply an ordinary young woman, following his lead, on my way to eat because I was hungry.