A Peek Too Far
"Sorry. I've got my clothes on now... I'll come out."
"Ah, you're such a real dumbass."
A moment later the tent flap parted again. Lee Donggeul must have been so rattled by Kim Isol's scolding that she hadn't put her suit back on. There simply hadn't been time to struggle back into the cumbersome thing. So she stood there now in hot pants and a T-shirt.
The T-shirt was oddly wrinkled, which suggested she had been wearing these clothes underneath the suit along with her underwear. My gaze drifted, unbidden, to her pants.
Hadn't she said she'd wet herself earlier?
Sure enough.
A damp stain still marked the crotch of her hot pants. Under Kim Isol's relentless pressure she had apparently been forced to put the wet clothes back on.
That wasn't all. The thin T-shirt wasn't particularly wet, yet the fabric was sheer enough that it was slightly see-through. And it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
Looking down at her short frame, I could see the dizzying valley of her cleavage through the open front of the shirt. Her breasts were so full that her nipples stayed hidden in that space, but because she wore no underwear the stiff peaks already pushed visibly against the fabric, constantly snagging my eyes.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes..."
She kept her head bowed, too embarrassed by her appearance to meet my gaze.
Glug-glug-glug.
Oh crap!
While we stood there, the sound of water pouring came from inside the tent. If I stayed put they might realize I'd been eavesdropping. I hastily changed the subject.
"Uh, go grab your gear. You did pack a change of underwear, right?"
"Ah, yes. Th-thank you. Earlier..."
Thank me for what? I couldn't begin to understand. So I just mumbled something noncommittal.
"It's fine. Your bag should be over there. You'll catch a cold like this."
At my words Lee Donggeul suddenly averted her eyes and started yanking her T-shirt down in a desperate attempt to cover her pants. She must have taken my remark to mean "You'll catch a cold because your pants are soaked with pee." That hadn't exactly been what I intended.
Still, the way she tugged the shirt downward only crushed her ample breasts against the fabric. The nipple outlines stood out even more sharply through the pure-white cotton, and I had to ease my hips back a little. My own "equipment" was starting to tent just like her nipples.
Lee Donggeul hurried off to find her personal bag. From the opposite direction the pair who had gone to bury her urine returned. Jang Yong eagerly volunteered to wash the filthy basin himself. It was originally my job, but there was no reason to refuse his goodwill.
Baek Hwayeon, on the other hand, had beads of sweat glistening on her face. It didn't seem to be just from the reek of the basin. She was probably desperate to pee herself.
My guess proved right; she came up and whispered again.
"Um... I really can't hold it..."
Was a beautiful woman's face ever this erotic when she needed the bathroom? My heart hammered so hard I could barely calm it. Must be because I hadn't gotten any in so long...
Looking at Baek Hwayeon, I found myself wishing she were my girlfriend. An Awoken girlfriend would be nice. If Shin Haneul could date one, why couldn't I?
I spoke to the sweating, struggling Baek Hwayeon. The water sounds from inside the tent had long since stopped; it should be safe to go in now.
"Thank you..."
Another thank-you. For what, exactly? Wearing a baffled expression, I stepped aside so she could enter.
While I was at it... another peek?
The water sounds had already ceased, but she couldn't have put the suit back on that fast. Figuring I might as well get a little petty revenge on the devil girl, I stole another glance through the flap the moment Baek Hwayeon went in.
Hah...
What I saw was even more shocking than I'd expected.
The earlier water sound hadn't been Kim Isol peeing. It had been the sound of her dumping the water from a plastic bottle onto the ground. And that same bottle was now pressed firmly against her sex.
A p-plastic bottle? She'd refused earlier... Ah!
The basin had already been used by Lee Donggeul, so she'd had no choice. She'd had to pee into a bottle of drinking water...
Unlike Lee Donggeul, Kim Isol was facing the tent entrance while she did her business. That meant I got a full, frontal view of her urinating.
My lower half swelled to bursting again. The stream arcing from her sex swirled and vanished into the clear plastic bottle.
The first time in my life I'd ever watched a woman pee. And it was a beautiful young woman, nearly half-naked. All hail the C-rank suit!
I locked every detail into memory, refusing to miss a single second. Everything else around me ceased to exist. My eyes were pinned exclusively on her sex.
At this rate I was going to turn into a full-blown pervert.
But...
Unfortunately, I might die for it.
Kim Isol had been watching the tent entrance while she peed into the bottle. Of course her eyes were fixed on the direction the flap would open. And of course our gazes met.
"Y-you..."
Anger was only natural. She clenched her teeth, about to snarl something at me.
"You fucking bastard..."
It wasn't loud. Shock seemed to outweigh rage; her voice stayed small. Then the tent flap closed.
I'm screwed...
Staring at the sealed entrance, I could only stand there in a daze. This time no clever solution came to mind. Given that bitch's temper, I was as good as dead. Either I'd get beaten to death or, thanks to laws that favored Awoken, I'd spend years eating prison food as a sex offender.
And Baek Hwayeon was a witness. There was no wriggling out of this.
Any second now Kim Isol's furious voice would explode from inside the tent...
Huh?
For some reason it never came. While I stood there wearing a puzzled look, Baek Hwayeon emerged again. With Kim Isol still mid-stream she couldn't stay inside any longer.
"When... when can I...?"
She still hadn't peed and looked utterly miserable. Breathing hard, she clutched my arm and leaned against me. Was it that hard to stay on her feet?
"I can go soon, right...?"
Despite her glamorous model looks she always spoke in that tiny, soft voice; right now it sounded almost like she was sobbing. There was only one thing I could say.
"Hold on just one more minute."
"Okay..."
Baek Hwayeon gripped my arm tightly. Then she loosened it a little. She wasn't using her Awoken strength; it felt more like some kind of signal...
"Ah..."
She squeezed again. Then her strength drained away once more.
"Ah..."
And again she clamped down hard. Don't tell me this girl...
Every time she felt urine about to leak she was tensing up, wasn't she? And each time she made those lewd little sounds...
Why did even her ragged breathing have to sound so erotic?
"I... um, when can I go in...?"
Baek Hwayeon was clearly wary of Kim Isol; even after time had passed she still couldn't bring herself to enter. She was waiting for Isol to finish dressing and come out first. Figuring I might as well score a few points, I called to the girl inside. I planned to brazen it out and pretend I hadn't seen a thing.
"Kim Isol? Are you finished? Baek Hwayeon seems to be in a pretty urgent situation too."
No answer came. More than a minute had already gone by; even if she wasn't fully dressed, her business had to be done. I told Baek Hwayeon to go in.
She slipped quietly inside, and a short while later Kim Isol emerged. I deliberately avoided her eyes. I didn't have the courage to meet them.
Her sex. The plastic bottle. The stream. The images were still crystal-clear in my head, but if I valued my life I would take them to the grave.
"Ugh..."
Fuck. I thought my ribs had cracked. Kim Isol jabbed a single index finger into my side. I hastily put distance between us and kept rubbing the spot. Whether she had held back or the suit had protected me, at least nothing was broken. But it still hurt like hell.
"Wh-why did you do that?"
"You... you really don't know why I'm asking?"
A whisper. Her eyes kept darting around; she clearly didn't want the company people or anyone else to overhear. That gave me a sliver of hope.
"I have no idea. Did you finish your business?"
Kim Isol glared up at me with narrowed eyes. I met that stare head-on. I was definitely in the wrong, yet somehow I could face her without flinching. Either I was a perverted bastard, or I simply didn't regard Kim Isol as a human being. Or both. The complete lack of guilt suggested it was both.
Oddly enough, I started to enjoy myself. She wanted to do something to me but was terrified of anyone else finding out. It felt like I had her by the short hairs.
Should I tease her a little?
Dealing with a crazy bitch must be making me crazy too. The urge to mess with her any way I could, just to get under her skin, was rising fast. But I had to walk the line carefully. Push a girl like this too far and she might explode and spill everything herself. Just enough shame, without crossing the final line.
I looked straight at the murderous glare Kim Isol was giving me and said, completely shameless:
"Where did you pee?"
"What?"
"Once the toilet's finished I'll dispose of it for you. Where did you go?"
Her expression grew even more murderous. Yet her pupils kept flicking left and right, fretting that the men behind us might have heard. Watching her squirm, something wicked inside me smiled.
"Just... just you wait..."
She ground her teeth in fury, keeping her voice as low as possible. Afraid that any more teasing would make her blow, I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"I really didn't see a thing. Right? Or what exactly do you think I saw? Oh—were you talking about that?"
"Y-you didn't see."
"Pardon?"
"You didn't see anything... If you go around spouting nonsense I'll really kill you. Got it?"
"Of course. I saw nothing at all."
Our little exchange of whispers seemed about to end in my victory.
Then—
Thud.
Fuuuuck.
Her finger stabbed into my abdomen this time. The sudden pain wrenched a silent groan out of me.
"Get out of the way, dumbass."
I said nothing, just put more distance between us, clutching my stabbed stomach. Kim Isol grumbled her way back into the tent, completely ignoring the fact that Baek Hwayeon was still inside. I ground my teeth.
One of these days I'll get that bitch...
Just then Lee Donggeul returned with her bag. I told her to hurry and put her suit back on. We had a mountain of work left. Personally I'd just lived through a string of insanely stimulating events, but as a team we had only taken down four Red Devils. At this rate our schedule was slipping badly.
The urine-crazy party had finally wound down; it was time to start hunting again.
Jang Yong and Baek Hwayeon remained their usual unflappable selves. Kim Isol, on the other hand, shot me occasional death glares, while Lee Donggeul clung to me with an almost unnatural dependence. My head was starting to throb.
Could we really make it through like this...? The future looked worrying. I'd only just been put in charge of a single team, and the problem was that this expedition wouldn't be the last time I had to deal with these four.
Fuck my luck...
Even so, those impactful scenes from earlier kept replaying. My eyes drifted of their own accord to the asses of the female Awoken walking ahead. Regardless of skill, they all had beautifully sculpted lines and pretty, springy hips.
If I were an Awoken...
Would things have been different if I were an Awoken?
Of course they would. So many things would have been completely different.
"Should I call you Team Leader?"
While I was busy wallowing in self-pity, Lee Donggeul spoke up beside me. Truly a carefree girl. Then again, she was a healer with only one heal left. In that sense she wasn't much better off than an ordinary person like me.
Was that why? For some reason I felt that if I made a move on Lee Donggeul she would fall easily. Decent looks, not a bad personality, and those breasts...
The only real catch was that she was a premature-ejaculation Awoken whose skill maxed out at two uses. Even if we dated, I wouldn't be able to brag anywhere that my girlfriend was an Awoken.
Haah...
Dating? Wait... no... I don't actually have to date her, do I?
Come to think of it, that was true. I'd heard that among successful Awoken there wasn't a single one without at least one or two sex partners. It made sense; these were people whose vitality put Olympic medalists to shame.
My eyes met Lee Donggeul's. She beamed back at me, bright and sunny.
This... might actually be possible?
I knew I was getting ahead of myself, yet I still sank into lewd daydreams. All because I was still in my early twenties and hadn't gotten any for over a month. And because I'd just been treated to a full visual feast of gorgeous female bodies.
But who could have guessed those foolish thoughts would become reality?
Completely unaware of what awaited me in this F-rank dungeon, I headed toward the first fork in the path.