32nd Rule: Never Wear Clothes in the Bathhouse Changing Room (1) ♥Marin♥
-Hey, that bitch over there is passing by.
-Her, her. The one who turned down Ji Han-sunbae when he confessed, calling him a low-IQ monkey~.
-You know what? I saw her going up the stairs, and get this—she walks around without panties!
-No way? Isn't her family loaded?
-Who knows, maybe she sells herself everywhere like a slut and that's how she gets the cash.
-No wonder. She always shows off her bare shoulders, but I've never seen a bra strap.
Pop!
I shot to my feet before I knew it. My heart was pounding like mad.
Haa... haa...
"M-Miss...?"
When I came to, a housekeeping helper was standing in front of me. She looked startled and flustered by my sudden movement.
...Looks like I had a pointless nightmare.
I squinted at the clock. I'd woken up a full twenty minutes later than yesterday.
I immediately glared down below. Yesterday she'd woken me in three minutes flat, so why the hell today...
That's when I noticed the spot where the puppy should have been was empty.
"...Where's the puppy?"
"P-Puppy, miss?"
"You know, the one who wakes me up."
"You were alone today, miss..."
...Right. I'd yelled at him yesterday and kicked him out.
...
Stupid mutt...
It had only been one day with him around, but the emptiness felt huge for some reason.
"...Annoying."
★Toilet★
"Weird..."
The moment I got up, I felt this emptiness and spent the whole morning just staring at the stall door.
Even with the morning sun up, not a glimpse of Catalina anywhere.
Every morning without fail, she'd come to the public toilet like an alarm clock and mercilessly grind her sticky pussy against my mouth.
Guess the day I bit her clit—and shoved my dick deep down her throat till she passed out—gave her trauma.
I hadn't seen her since.
But that didn't put me at ease. That vicious sadist witch was surely plotting something somewhere.
Maybe because of that, after the toilet lights went out, I kept feeling like someone was watching me.
It had to be... just my imagination...
Anyway.
I set aside things that hadn't happened yet and mulled over the info I'd earned last night by serving Evelyn to the best of my ability.
Haa...♡. "Marin miss has been alone since she was little, I think? Not on good terms with her parents either."
Evelyn, shaking her hips as she sprayed hot juices while cradling my dick, seemed a bit tired. She clasped her hands and suddenly spilled info on Marin.
She was still rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her bushy pussy against me. The scratchy feel of my first hairy pussy was stinging my lower belly.
"She's so self-centered she's cold even to the maids and guards, so everyone here avoids her."
"R-Really? She was kinda nice to me—ugh!"
I was trying hard to listen to this precious info from Evelyn's mouth.
Squeeze!
But her pussy clamped down so tight it kept breaking my focus.
As I fought back the building urge to cum,
Evelyn grabbed my cheeks and kissed me again.
Smack♡. Haa.... Yeah, that's the face.... I get so turned on when patients grimace like that.
She pressed her heavy tits against my collarbone and started shaking her ass up and down like crazy.
Smack♡, pop♡, smack♡, pop♡, smack♡, pop♡, smack♡, pop♡.
This woman knew her way around a waist...! Every time her tight pussy slid along my shaft, it clung and generated scorching friction heat.
But it didn't hurt.
Each deep thrust made her juices squirt out, lubing me up and wrapping my dick in warmth.
I'm gonna cum.
At this rate, the excitement was too much—I couldn't hold back.
Haa.... "Getting bigger? Looks like you're at your limit?"
"Y-Yeah... I really can't hold it anymore... hngh!"
The moment tears welled up from her wild hipwork,
Thud.
Evelyn suddenly sat up straight and clamped her hand over her mouth. Peeking through slitted eyes, I saw her pupils had vanished.
Sssshhhh! Sssshhhh!
A mad squeeze followed, and her squirt sprayed everywhere on the bed.
It pushed my near-climax ejaculation right over the edge.
Spurt!! Spuuuurt! Spurt! Spurt!
In the end, I blasted my load deep into Evelyn's womb.
Thump.
After clenching my dick through spasms for ages, Evelyn collapsed onto my stomach like she'd fainted.
Panting against my chest,
"Haa... haa... You little shit... Don't make that face outta nowhere... haa...♡. Look forward to it. I'll let you know the sperm test results."
...
Anyway, from what Evelyn told me after.
Marin had a rep as a lone wolf.
An extreme efficiency nut who hated her plans going wrong.
So she'd had no real friends since childhood, and even as an adult, she clashed with the other villagers—bad relationships all around.
There were other nasty rumors, but whatever, rumors are rumors.
Bottom line: Marin was a total loner with zero friends her whole life.
"...We're like twins."
High school: bullied shuttle for the delinquents. College: the loser who couldn't even eat cafeteria food properly.
Idiots circling back around meet geniuses, or so they say. Just an IQ gap between genius and normie.
No wonder she'd always seemed kinda pitiful.
Now I finally got why she was so sensitive about the word "friend."
Damn. If only I'd noticed sooner.
After yelling at him yesterday and kicking him out, maybe I wouldn't even get a chance to apologize.
No.
Worrying over nothing.
The Marin I knew was the type to pursue extreme efficiency—even shitting in under a minute.
If she was gonna punish me, it'd be some packed-with-anger sex torture. She wouldn't just ignore a slave.
As I imagined what horror awaited this time,
"Toilet-kun~. Brought breakfast~."
Amelia showed up with a food bowl.
So I shoved aside worries about Marin for now and buried my face in the dog bowl to fill my starving gut.
As I wolfed down today's hearty tonic meal, Amelia watched fondly and spoke up.
"Oh! Right. Toilet-kun~. Deisy wants you to help her out this morning— you going?"
"Deisy?"
"Yeah~. No idea what, but she said she'd make it worth your while."
Deisy—Amelia's boss from before, the one who'd given me Raven's panties. Her big-sis vibe flashed in my mind.
Those panties, tucked away with Amelia's real ones under my pillow.
On lonely nights, wearing them on my head let the two women's scents be my sweet sleeping pill.
But time had worn out the fun, so I needed fresh ones anyway.
Perfect mood-changer.
I wiped rice from my lips with my tongue and nodded eagerly.
"Of course I'm going!"
Amelia eyed me suspiciously, tapping my morning-hard glans with her nail.
"...Toilet-kun, why're you so excited about Deisy calling? You into married women like her?"
"N-No, just happy to have work after so long..."
Truth was, married women were fine if they tasted good. But saying that might make Amelia pounce, so I made excuses.
Still suspicious, she smacked her lips and stared at my dick forever.
Jealous as hell, tormenting the tip obsessively.
"Nice. My disciple's hands are way faster now."
Led by Amelia's hand to the village laundry room.
I finished sorting underwear a bit quicker than my first time, and Deisy gave a thumbs-up with a pleased smile.
"All thanks to Master's kind lessons, haha."
"Look at you pretending to be humble? That hungry for women's panties?"
"N-No... not like that..."
Spot-on, but ironic I couldn't admit it.
Heh heh~.
Maybe she read my mind—Deisy smirked slyly, unzipped my pants, and slipped her hand in.
"Doesn't seem like it down here~?"
Wriggle wriggle.
My dick, primed by the laundry's female pheromones, slowly revealed its massive form under her kneading touch.
Married woman skills—her handplay was expert. The stimulation felt worlds apart from other girls.
Just touching it made my dick twitch coldly.
"Hehe, twitching from a little hand touch? Totally hopeless as a man~."
Saying that, her face was already pressed to my chest, giggling.
"T-That's 'cause Master's hands are... too skilled..."
"Obviously. My man back home couldn't get enough of 'em either~."
...Hold up. That means her husband's gone now.
"...So you're raising your two daughters alone?"
"...Huh? Why do you care?"
Squeeze!
Mention of her daughters changed her eyes. Her grip on my dick tightened fiercely.
"You little perv, you weren't eyeing my girls with those filthy thoughts, were you?"
"N-No! Nothing like that!"
"Then what, after the village's top beauty—me?"
"Huh?! No way!"
As I waved her off in denial, Deisy loosened her grip and burst into laughter.
"...Pfft. Just kidding! Haha."
"J-Joking~ haha..."
Jokes were fine, but threatening with my balls and daughters? No thanks.
Every tight squeeze killed my will to resist—chilling stuff.
"Anyway, don't sweat it. Today's public bathhouse day, so take those stacked towels by the door to the entrance."
"Got it~."
I grabbed the pile of folded towels from the table as ordered and headed to the bathhouse door next door.
Hands full, so I nudged the door open with my body—and
Whoosh.
Sticky humidity hit my skin, along with countless women's stares.
In the bathhouse changing room, naked women paused undressing and all turned to me.
"..."
"“...”"
For a split second, it hit me hard: I'd walked right into the tiger's den.
