Rule 22, Rio Betrayed by Her Senior and a Dangerous Game (1)
To cut to the chase, Catalina survived in the most dramatic fashion imaginable.
It was Amelia, popping into the public toilet early that morning, who spotted her passed out with my cock stuffed down her throat.
"Oh my! Ca-Catalina? Are you okay~?"
In the end, Amelia called in the other staff women, and they struggled to pry my dick out. Catalina was carted off with foam bubbling from her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Having witnessed that pitiful sight firsthand, my take on it was this: rather than the satisfaction of revenge on the madwoman who'd tormented me, I felt this strange pang of pity first.
Guess there's just no escaping my soft heart.
Heh, what a magnanimous guy I am—embracing even defeated enemies.
So. Cool. Bad. Ass.
I'm not just kind; I'm basically an angel.
Anyway, with the sadistic witch completely broken, she was led away by the staff.
And with Catalina's defeat, I figured my toilet training was finally over—
Or so I thought...
Damn it.
If I'd known, I would've treated Catalina's pussy a little more gently.
Squelch♡, squelch♡, squelch♡, squelch♡.
"Hngaaah♡! Hngaaah♡!"
Still bound hand and foot. My cock choked off by the ejaculation prevention ring.
Word must've spread like wildfire that Catalina had passed out trying to devour me, because a horde of sex-starved women swarmed in to take advantage of her absence.
"Haaah♡! Hnggg♡! It's too big... My pussy... My pussy's gonna break!!! Haaaang♡!"
"Toilet, hng! Does my pussy taste that good?"
Like they'd been waiting for this exact moment, they unleashed their pent-up urges on my cock and mouth with wild abandon.
The ultimate fantasy every guy in the world jerks off to.
It was pure orgy. No—cock orgy.
Pussy juices in every shade: brownish like bulgogi sauce, healthy reds and pinks, even pale white ones that barely got blood flow.
Countless cunts bloomed right in front of my eyes.
Some tangy and sour. Some sweet. Others bland like plain water.
I savored the variety of flavors on my tongue, each reflecting the woman's class and grace.
No thin rubber condom barrier—just raw mucosal contact.
My dick explored vaginas of every temperature in real time, screaming in electric pleasure straight to my brain.
Slurp! Smooch! Squish♡!
"Haaang♡! Toilet, suck harder right there! Yeah, just like that... Haaaang!"
Double-teamed from above and below.
My belly was bloated from guzzling the staff women's sour nectar nonstop. Meanwhile, my lower half thrashed endlessly, trapped by the ring.
"Grrrrrgh... Mmph!"
Pain and pleasure mixed into a reflexive scream—but the women smothered even my moans, grinding their pussies over my mouth.
The stalls outside were packed to the gills.
With the tiger Catalina gone, foxes overran the place.
Ignoring my will entirely, they lined up like they'd scored all-access passes to an amusement park and feasted on my body.
My inexperienced used dick, freshly deflowered by Rio the other day.
In just one day, it was forced through countless pussies, racking up legendary experience points.
How many had come and gone?
As my mind started to fade, the last woman in line straddled my cock and shook her ass.
My dick twitched wildly, but my sanity had hit its limit long ago.
Finally, her last squirt splashed out. As my unsatisfied cock flopped in the air—
"Looks like it's over now. I'll take all of Toilet's cum for myself~."
Slurrrp~♡.
Click.
The vivid sensation of my glans sliding into a hot, wet, narrow cave.
Then the crisp sound of the ring unlocking from her fingertips. That liberating click blurred my vision.
Gulp, gulp!
My throat bobbed.
With the dam-breaking rush of ejaculation, I passed out right there.
"Nngh..."
Lifting my heavy eyelids, a soft bedside lamp glow filtered into view.
The familiar ceiling. And a warm presence beside me.
Half-asleep, I reached out to trace the source of that warmth.
Squish~.
My hand filled with soft, jiggly pudding. Red raspberries nestled between my fingers.
"Awake? How's your body feeling?"
It was Amelia.
She wiped the sweat from my brow like comforting a man after a nightmare day, then planted a light kiss.
Mwah.
As relief washed over me from her soft lips, I shifted my hand and realized the cuffs binding my limbs were gone.
The blanket soaked with countless women's pussy juices had been replaced with a fresh one. Under the warm covers, Amelia pressed naked against me, not even wearing panties.
We locked eyes like that.
"Doesn't this feel like~ we're a newlywed couple?"
"...I really thought we were."
Amelia buried her face in the pillow, giggling shyly—thinking the same thing.
Her soft breast filling my hand. Her sleek legs tangling with mine under the blanket.
For the hellish day I'd endured, this reward felt way too good to be true.
But then—
"But hubby, why'd you cum buckets in some other woman's mouth~?"
Her chilling whisper in my ear. Her sticky fingers kneading my limp dick.
"Not even a drop for me~."
Squeeze!
Suddenly, Amelia gripped my floppy cock hard.
"Hmmm~. After all that torment, it's not even twitching~ Did you like those other pussies better~?"
She leaned in with her signature creepy smile. A chill like being devoured by a black widow spider ran down my spine.
"N-No, that's not it... Catalina tied my limbs so tight..."
"Hmmm~."
"And the ejaculation ring too..."
"Hmmmm~?"
......
"Sorry..."
Her gentle smile pierced me; I surrendered. Amelia burst out laughing.
"Heehee."
Whoosh!
She released my dick and pulled me into a tight hug.
"...I know. I know Toilet-kun didn't want it."
Mwah!
Her hot breath and soft lips covered my cheek.
"Still jealous though... So next time, you gotta include me, okay? Or else~. I'll squeeze every last drop out~."
Haha... Just hearing it gives me goosebumps.
But without waiting for my reply, she closed her eyes and breathed evenly, drifting off.
Lulled by her sweet tangerine scent, I was on the verge of sleep myself.
Bzzzzt—. Bzzzzt—.
"Hm~?"
Half-awake, Amelia and I glanced at our clothes strewn on the floor. Her phone inside was vibrating ominously.
Thud.
Amelia hopped out of bed in a hurry and checked the screen.
"......"
Her face stiffened as she turned to me.
Something wrong? I stared at her questioningly.
She thrust the smartphone at me with a panicked look.
"Toilet-kun... Looks like we gotta get up~?"
On the screen: a familiar name.
[Rio Lady]
It was 11 p.m. Rio, who'd said she wouldn't call today, was asking for me through Amelia.
Rio was supposed to be spending a hot night at a motel with that senior guy.
......
Suddenly, Rio's excited morning face flashed in my mind.
A bad feeling told me something terrible had happened.
......
Midnight, with the moon high. Arriving at Rio's house, the front door was ajar.
"Yeah... Guess I should just go in?"
An ominous hunch that wouldn't quit.
Still, I quietly pushed the door open and stepped into the entryway.
"Ex-Excuse me..."
And in that instant—
......!
A sight that choked the words in my throat unfolded before me.
Dimmer lighting than usual. Beneath it, countless paintings.
Just this morning, they'd been of the senior Rio adored so sweetly. Now, they were hacked beyond recognition.
Canvases torn like the skin flayed from faces.
And even worse: sharp sashimi knives plunged right into the crotches of the figures.
"......Hic."
The anxiety gnawing at me the whole way turned to certainty. A chill shot down my spine.
My trembling legs fought to hold me back, but as a slave, running was out of the question.
I knew I shouldn't go deeper, but I had no choice.
Step by careful step, I pressed on.
Rio's studio, dining room, bathroom— the whole house was trashed beyond repair.
Finally, at her bedroom door, a faint light leaked out, along with Rio humming a tune.
"Hm~, hm~, hmmm~, hm~♪."
I swallowed dryly, steeled myself, and slowly opened the door.
Creeeak.
Spooked by the eerie sound, I crept inside.
Swish, swish.
Rio's back came into view as she painted on a canvas.
Dim lighting. Her prim outfit from morning. Legs swinging primly.
"Rio... La—!"
Calling her name, I glanced at the canvas—and froze solid.
"Teacher, you're here?"
Rio turned to me with a creepy grin.
But her eyes stayed fixed on the canvas.
The figure behind her wasn't the senior she loved.
A flabby body with no abs. A plain face that screamed unpopularity.
"Come on in~. I was waiting."
Grinning in Rio's canvas right now was none other than—
The one and only Rio's teacher.
Me.