32nd Rule: Never Wear Clothes in the Bathhouse Changing Room (2)
Hello~! I'm Flora from Shining Jewel, here to plant sparkling gems in your hearts!
A small TV inside the bathhouse was playing an intro for the famous idol group, Shining Jewel, complete with upbeat music.
Shining Jewel was undoubtedly a world-renowned girl group loved by people of all ages and genders.
Yet not a single person in the changing room paid her any attention.
No. Even though Flora, famous for her pure and lively charm, was my ultimate bias, I couldn't bring myself to look at the TV.
Because countless women's nipples, paired with the predatory gazes of wild beasts, were all fixed on me.
Slurp~.
Like snakes, their tongues flicked over their lips as if they'd spotted prey.
"Th-this isn't it? Looks like I came to the wrong place, haha... Well, I'll be going now!"
I forced an awkward smile to lower their guards and bolted for the exit.
But—
Thud!
"Where do you think you're going."
I slammed into a solid rock wall, my escape route blocked.
Slowly looking up, the first thing I saw was muscles so sharply defined they seemed impossible on a woman. And the gaze of the woman roughly tossing back her wet hair.
A beauty with tiger-like ferocious eyes glared down at me, flashing a chilling smile that sent shivers down my spine.
"Towels are over there."
She nodded toward the bathhouse entrance with her arms crossed. Sure enough, a stack of the last few towels sat there.
"R-right... I'll just drop them off quick..."
As I twisted away, sweating bullets at her words—
Swish.
This time, a sleek-figured woman blocked my path with a lecherous grin. Her breasts weren't huge, but the artistic curve of her hips leading back was a masterpiece.
"Before you drop off the towels, there's something you need to do."
"S-something?"
I stared at her in confusion.
Point.
She gestured to a sheet of paper that looked like the bathhouse rules.
1. Upon entering the changing room, remove all clothing immediately!
2. Do not cover your body with a towel!
3. Ignore anyone taking sneaky photos!
......
As if they'd known I'd come here in advance, every rule reeked of sleazy intent.
The last one especially felt straight-up criminal, but I had no time to complain.
Grab!
A tanned woman who'd snuck up pressed her breasts against my shoulder and squeezed my rock-hard cock through my pants with a predatory smile.
"All the women here heard you threw yourself in harm's way to protect Miss Rio. So we're very interested in you right now~."
Her hand slid toward my zipper.
"So just let me unzip this. Can't have all the fun for our eyes only, right?"
Ziiiip.
My cock burst through my pants in a grotesque spectacle.
Flop, stand tall!
Alright, everyone! Let's dance with Flora! One, two!
Flora's cheerful voice echoed from the TV, but the changing room filled only with the women's heavy breaths and my pounding heartbeat.
I was a fish trapped in a net.
"Whoa~. That's one massive size."
"Pfft! Look at it poking out of his pants. Total jackpot."
Their mocking admiration rang out, and the air thickened with humid, sticky flesh-scent in seconds.
They were all swarming me.
"W-wait! I was just helping Deisy drop off towels...!"
Snap!
No time for excuses—my vision went dark, buried in panties.
The part against my mouth was suspiciously cold and damp. My nose filled with a musky stench.
And that wasn't all.
Grab, grab!
Sticky skin pressed against my sides. Hands gripped my upright cock.
"Deisy said you picked out our underwear last time? Why not clean these too? Get 'em nice and wet with your tongue~."
Her whisper tickled my ear. My hand holding the towels trembled.
"Working in a place full of women makes you crave a real man eventually. So, pretty please?"
Stroke, stroke.
Hands that had been worshipping my cock slid to the base, teasing it lightly like an itch.
The moment I started licking the panty—bitter and tangy on my tongue—
Creak!
The door behind me burst open with Deisy's shout.
"You! How long does it take to drop off towels?!"
The tanned woman holding me clicked her tongue and slipped away.
"Tch."
I lived...
Sticky skin peeled from my neck.
Swish.
The panty lifted from my head.
"Thanks~. Now I won't be lonely tonight."
She sniffed the panty she'd shoved in my hand.
As she left, the women scattered like nothing happened, clearing a path to the towel spot.
"You've got tons more work, so quit slacking and hurry up!"
Bang!
Deisy spat her piece and slammed the door.
Thanks to her, the women's eyes lingered but they didn't approach again. I was filled with gratitude—nearly milked dry by these succubi.
I seized the chance, hurrying to escape.
Plop!
Finally, I slammed the towels into place.
Mission complete. Ignoring the drooling beasts' stares, I turned away.
Then—
Click.
A door by the entrance shut.
Glancing over, it had a "[Staff Only - No Entry]" sign.
From inside came a faint, filthy chuckle.
'Hee hee hee~.'
Deisy managed the bathhouse, but were there other staff? Felt suspicious.
......But none of my business.
I decided not to overthink. There must be rules and reasons.
A creepy rule by the cabinet nagged me, but Master's scolding awaited if I dawdled.
With Flora's beautiful song—a rare treat—I slipped out of the changing room.
"Toilet~. Come back soon! Let's bathe together, okay?"
......
Time had flown to just before dinner.
Whew!
Deisy wiped her sweat and smiled at me.
"You worked hard helping today, disciple."
"You too, Master... Is it always this busy?"
Even on the last weekend day—Sunday rest for most—it was nonstop.
Without me, she wouldn't have finished on time.
"Eh, pretty much. Work's always like that. You young bucks don't get it yet, but nothing's easy. At least the pay's good."
"How much?"
Deisy held up an index finger.
"T-ten million won?!"
She shook her head with a smug grin.
"Higher, rookie."
"O-one hundred million!?"
"Well, taxes take half, but pre-tax, yeah, about that. I'm elite talent, after all."
Hmph!
Deisy snorted proudly, like 'I'm a capable woman!' Her petite frame suddenly seemed bigger than mine.
"......Need a husband to raise your two girls?"
"What're you—?!"
Whoosh.
"Y-you brat, what kinda joke is that...!"
My offhand tease made her jump, eyes wide, face flushing red.
Delicious!
That flustered expression made my cock twitch more than any side dish.
I leaned in closer with a sly smile to tease her more.
"Not a joke."
"Wh-what?"
"A capable, pretty woman like you? I'd marry you even with two kids, heh."
"Liar......I'm over thirty this year......"
"Pfft. Love cares about age? Plus, you look the same age as the college girls."
As I draped an arm around her defenseless shoulders—
Hic...
Deisy shrugged, head drooping.
"B-but you're the girls' slave......"
"......Yeah, figured. Guess no dice. How about something else instead?"
"......Something else?"
A few sincere-tinged teases melted her naggy old-lady vibe into an innocent cat-like gaze.
Her upturned eyes sparkled under the lights.
"For today's work... I want something~."
I whispered my promised reward into her ear, where her hand clutched her chest in nerves.
"Kuh~. A married woman's panties are on another level~."
On the way to the office, I held high the day's pay Deisy bashfully handed over.
As head of cleaning, pristine white lace-trimmed silk. No yellow stains, just her lingering warmth where her skin had touched.
My teasing must've hit home—the crotch was damp.
Sniffing close, it was cozy like sun-dried laundry, with a mature woman's scent stimulating my nose. Maybe a hint of baby powder...
Lost in conquering-Deisy bliss while walking, I spotted Amelia rushing over.
Panicking she'd spot the pilfered panties, I stuffed them in my pocket. Amelia stopped short, panting.
"T-Toilet? Miss Marin's urgently looking for you. Better hurry..."
......It'd come at last.
I gripped my tingling collar, swallowing hard.
Marin urgently seeking me? Obviously because I'd pissed her off royally last night.
Step, step.
No time for the public toilet—I headed straight to Marin's house. Under the brightly lit porch in the dark night stood Marin, head bowed.
Stunned by her unexpected look, I approached to check her face.
Her usual icy blank expression was gone—brows furrowed, eyes teary.
A face like her heart had crumbled.
What happened?
Moments ago, I'd feared psycho-level torture sex. Now, this new vulnerable Marin worried me.
Creep, creep.
I stepped cautiously toward her.
Finally noticing me, she clenched her fists and approached.
With slightly weak steps, she grabbed my sleeve, looking up reproachfully.
"Take responsibility......"
"......Huh?"
Her sudden blame was absurd.
But her furrowed brow and quivering lips left me speechless.
"It's all your fault... so you take full responsibility......"