Party Leader: Baek Jaeseong-11
Call it selfish, but nothing in this world is quite as entertaining as watching someone else in a tight spot. I daresay anyone would nod along with that.
People are born with both a sadist and a masochist hardwired into them. It's the same idea Gaozi of the Hundred Schools of Thought argued during China's Warring States period — that human nature is neither inherently good nor evil. Not bad for a bastard like Gaozi, catching a glimpse of the truth like that.
"You okay? You look pale."
I, the architect of this entire mess, asked Lina with a perfectly composed expression. She had no idea that the diuretic I'd slipped into her coffee was the reason her bladder was about to burst. She bit down hard on her lip and barely managed a reply.
"I'm... fine..."
That answer alone told me she'd already reached her absolute limit. That's a Unix item for you. The performance never lies. I gave her shoulder a light tap, pushing her just a little further.
"Don't touch me!"
Lina swatted my hand away, her voice dripping with venom. Then, perhaps feeling guilty for snapping, she averted her eyes and apologized.
"Ah... I didn't mean anything by it."
"No, no. You don't have to apologize. Feeling sick? Motion sickness, maybe?"
"No... bathroom."
How much courage does it take for a young beauty in her prime to confess to a man who isn't even her boyfriend that she needs to pee? I could only imagine.
Lina still had both fists clenched tight and resting on her knees, her whole body trembling. Holding it in too long isn't good for a woman's health. Time to set the stage.
"Is it urgent? Can you hold it until we get to the Party House?"
"Probably... impossible..."
Lina's earlobes flushed as red as a perfectly ripe persimmon. For a moment, I had the urge to lean in and lick them.
The allure of a heroine brought this low was even more potent than I'd imagined. But if I so much as let her feel a hint of stimulation right now, Lina would become the girl who pissed herself on a city bus, and the footage would be all over social media.
Now that I think about it, that's kind of hot in its own way.
Restraint. For Lina's dignity, I needed to put my ulterior motives on hold for now.
I pressed the bus stop button. We were barely halfway to the Party House, but I got us off anyway. We'd stopped at a quiet park on the outskirts of town.
"There's a public restroom over there."
"Nngh!"
Lina's face went past scarlet and straight into ashen. She clamped her thighs together and sprinted desperately toward the park toilet.
Lina was a Dungeon Hunter who'd long since transcended ordinary human limits, but between the boiling pressure in her bladder and the death-grip of her clenched thighs, she couldn't get any speed. In the time an ordinary person could have reached the restroom at a leisurely walk, Lina had covered barely half the distance.
"Want me to carry you?"
"If I take... even the slightest jolt right now, I'll pour..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. The way her voice trailed off told me everything I needed to know about the state of her pussy. Lina collapsed onto the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my back. Fortunately, there was no one around.
"Hhk... hhk... hhk..."
Moisture began to spread beneath her. At the same time, a faintly acrid smell rose into the air. Lina had failed the time attack. Truthfully, it had been a losing game from the start.
"Waaah! Waaaaah!"
Was she crying because she'd wet herself like a toddler? Because she'd shown such a disgraceful sight in front of a man? Or both? Lina burst into the most heartbroken sobs I had ever heard from her.
In fact, this was the first time I'd ever seen Lina cry. I drank in every note of it.
Driving a woman I plan to fuck into a humiliating situation and making her cry. That's me, all right. I'm the best.
The sight of her wiping her tears with clenched fists, weeping so wretchedly — it was absolutely perfect. I'd always thought Lina was a beauty whose smile suited her best. I was wrong. Tears suited her far better than laughter.
"Lina. Get up for now. Luckily there's nobody else around. Let's get you a change of clothes. Good thing I bought spare underwear earlier."
Fortunately, we had underwear. Of course, I'd bought it precisely for this moment.
I led Lina to the public restroom. Having confirmed there was no one around, I walked into the women's bathroom without hesitation. Just in case, I activated Darkness Radar to keep watch on the surroundings.
"Take your panties off and let's get you cleaned up. Lucky the skirt didn't get any on it."
I pulled Lina's panties down the way a boyfriend would. Remarkably, she let my hands do as they pleased. She was exposing her most shameful part to a man who wasn't even her lover, but Lina already seemed resigned. After all, she'd already shown him something even more embarrassing than this.
Lina's panties were pure white. Under ordinary circumstances, their simple cut and color would have suited her perfectly — but soaked through with urine, they'd taken on a pale yellow tint. She'd let out quite a lot.
Women pass more urine in a single go than men do. Drops of piss dripped from the fabric, one after another.
What a waste. Something this precious...
If I listed these on a secondhand marketplace right now, they'd fetch a pretty price. Hell, I wouldn't even need to list them — I wanted to stash them in my inventory just like this and keep them. Every time I looked at these damp panties, Lina's heartbroken, weeping face would rise in my mind. The faintly sour scent would set my nerves alight, and in the memories that bloomed from that fragrance, Lina would set my heart on fire.
Once I fuck Lina, I can make hundreds of pairs of panties like these. I'll hold off for now.
I rinsed Lina's panties under the tap. Then I wet my hands and carefully washed her pussy clean. Still reeling from the shock of wetting herself, Lina only let out intermittent little moans at my touch, offering no other reaction.
Lina's pussy was truly neat and beautiful. The outer lips were neither too plump nor too flat, the inner labia a vivid pink, the clitoris still sheathed beneath its hood — the very picture of an innocent woman. It was a pussy that radiated a demure, chaste scent. Of course, right now it smelled faintly of urine.
"I'll wash you thoroughly, even the inside. Can you spread it open a little for me?"
"O-okay..."
I'd said it fully expecting a slap, but Lina obediently spread herself open. The inner flesh within the labia was just as clean and pretty as the outside. I secretly activated the Watching Eye and photographed her from the inside. As I washed every fold with water, I slowly began to caress her.
"Hnnnh...! Nnh...!"
Through countless rounds of sex, I'd thoroughly mastered the art of using my fingers. I was confident I could have any woman in heat within ten minutes, no matter how frigid. Her pussy was already clean, but I didn't stop.
"Hnnnnh...! I think that's enough now..."
"You sure? Let me check the smell."
I brought my nose to Lina's pussy. Even Lina, who'd resigned herself to everything else, tried to push my face away at that. But I was stronger.
"Y-you don't have to do that!"
Lina tried to shake me off. But she was already a butterfly caught in a spider's web. My Power of Sex begins to take effect from the very first caress. She'd already allowed me an inch, and I was taking the mile.
"It'd be a problem if it still smelled, wouldn't it? We have to wash it properly. That way nobody will know you pissed yourself."
"That's ridiculous...!"
I made a point of sniffing loudly. Thanks to my exquisite caresses, a slick wetness of arousal had begun to replace the urine. A deeply familiar, obscene scent stabbed at my nose.
Lina's urine had a fairly strong smell, and so did her juices. I nearly licked her pussy without thinking.
Then, suddenly, my radar picked up people. Two women were walking toward the restroom. I scooped Lina up and ducked into the innermost stall.
"Kyah!"
"Quiet. Just for a second."
I pressed a finger to Lina's lips. A moment later, the restroom door rattled open. Realizing someone had come in, Lina clamped both hands over her own mouth. In this situation, covering my mouth might have been the smarter move — but Lina was in no state to think that far.
"So yeah, I got completely ripped into at work too. That team leader is actually insane, I swear."
"No way! How did someone like that even make team leader?"
"That's what I'm saying! I work my ass off and I honestly don't even know what I'm doing it for."
Two women with the kind of ordinary voices you'd overhear on the street were chatting. The sound of a faucet turning on. Had they come in to wash their hands? The timing was exquisite.
"Oh, right. Did I tell you? This park restroom is a famous spot for pervert couples at night. After eight, this park is completely empty. So the freaks who like doing it outdoors come here a lot."
"For real? For real? That's wild. How do you even know that?"
"Hehe! I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else — I've done it here once myself. My ex was a real freak, you know? He planted his head on the ground and begged me, crying and everything, so I let him."
"For real? Here?"
"Yeah. In that last stall."
Lina's body, held in my arms, trembled violently. Her expression went ashen, like a violent felon being interrogated by a homicide detective. I held her close and stroked her back, then whispered softly in her ear.
"It's okay. Shh."
Lina looked up at me with tearful eyes. It was a face I desperately wanted to violate.
"Hey. I think there's someone in there? Wait, are those people...?"
"Huh!? Haha! Joke! Just a joke! Nobody would do that kind of thing in a stinky restroom like this. If you're done washing your hands, let's go."
"Yeah. Wait, what's this? There's a pair of panties on the floor?"
At the woman's words, Lina looked at me with an expression like she was about to cry. I reached into the right pocket where I'd stashed her panties. Nothing. Must have dropped them when we moved in a hurry.
I mouthed sorry. Lina's eyes pierced me like blades. Her lips formed the word die.
"Panties? They're wet. Soaked. You think it's leftover from a pervert couple?"
"A couple that leaves their panties behind? Wait. These smell a little like pee. Maybe someone wet themselves and came here to wash their panties?"
"Wow. You've got a strong stomach. The fact that you'd even smell them. Haha. But these panties are super old-fashioned."
"I guess some people still wear this kind. Did they time-travel from the Joseon Dynasty?"
Lina's head sank into my chest like a submarine going under. She clapped both hands over her ears and slammed her forehead against my chest over and over. Honestly, if I heard that about myself, I wouldn't be able to keep it together either.
"Anyway, let's hurry. We're gonna miss the bus."
The two of them left the restroom. I finally let out a breath. Truthfully, their appearance hadn't been inconvenient at all. If anything, I was grateful.
"You okay?"
I asked Lina, whose face was still buried in my chest. She jerked her head up and shouted.
"I'm sorry! For wearing old-fashioned panties!"
"No... you don't have anything to apologize to me for. And don't take what they said to heart. Everyone has their own tastes."
"Uuuugh! What even is this! Today is the absolute worst! First I suddenly piss my panties, then some random women treat me like I crawled out of the Joseon Dynasty for wearing old-fashioned underwear, then the party leader suddenly asks me to call him Oppa, and then he treats my... my precious place like some dirty object!"
The fact that being asked to call me Oppa ranked on the same level as everything else was a shock. And I'd never treated her precious place like a dirty object. If anything, I'd washed it as carefully as a fragile antique. I was going to be using it often from now on — why would I handle it carelessly?
"Lina's pussy is clean. I even checked the smell."
"Aaaagh! This is truly the worst! Why does this kind of thing have to happen to me!?"
Because you're too pretty rose all the way to my throat before I managed to swallow it.