35th Rule: Accompanying Marin Who Wants to Show Off (1)
Another new morning dawned.
"...I'm beat."
I stared blankly at the partition wall with heavy eyelids. Staying out late last night cruising the park with Marin had left me sleep-deprived, and my eyes felt like lead weights.
Not that I could just drift off again. This damn village had drilled a rigid routine into my body.
Something I'd never experienced back in my college reinstatement days—like that miracle morning or morning glory trend or whatever. Come 5:30 a.m., my eyes popped open on their own, and no amount of squeezing them shut would bring sleep.
Meanwhile, the stubborn erection thrusting up between my crossed legs was perking away energetically in this bizarre scene.
Exhausted to my core, I just lay there with eyes wide open.
Clunk.
Right on cue, Amelia made her early morning appearance in the toilet, swinging open the partition door.
"Toilet-kun~! Good morning~!"
Even in my mentally drained state, I forced the corners of my mouth up and waved at her.
"...Good morning, Amelia~."
It hit me now: I might just be the god of service.
Nights spent getting pounded by the ladies till the wee hours, yet still keeping my cool kindness for other guests.
The epitome of a man truly prepared for this era.
It was almost scary now.
Just how far would this guy—me—grow?!
"...Hee hee."
Lost in self-admiration and chuckling to myself first thing in the morning, Amelia shot me a troubled smile and doused my delusions.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting something~. Mind if I use the toilet here real quick~?"
Her beaming smile showed zero actual remorse.
Normally, I'd have given in with a queasy nod to that shady grin, but I was the pinnacle of service: the slave Toilet extraordinaire.
A little humiliation like this? I could handle it with ease now.
"Be my guest."
Of course, I still had no clue why she skipped the actual toilet for this spot. But for my favorite Amelia, lending out the "toilet" was always a yes.
Whether that meant the porcelain one or me was... debatable.
With the OK given, Amelia hooked her thumbs into her jeans and panties, yanking them down to the floor in one go.
Her plump, hamburger-like pussy came into full view, plump lips clenched tight, stealing my gaze.
Hiss! Pssshhh.
Seated on the toilet before her graceful beauty, white steam began wafting up.
Through it, Amelia's flushed smile turned my way.
Foul noises assaulted my eardrums as the whole bathroom filled with a woman's sweet pheromones.
A thick, yellowish stream reeked pungently.
True to her word about it being her first post-wakeup release, her murky flow gleamed with a deep, aged golden hue.
A week ago, this filthy, lewd spectacle would've mortified me. But now, tolerance built, I could stare right at it.
She was blushing and eyeing me anyway—no reason for me to look away.
Once adapted, it was actually a feast for the eyes.
A sight I'd never glimpsed with human rights intact, now freely ogled in dehumanized bliss.
Plus, if I pretended to cover my eyes in shock...
Smirk.
She'd spread her pussy lips wide with a playful grin.
Sex slave life: absolute best~.
"Toilet-kun~. Could you wipe this up like toilet paper? No handcuffs anymore~."
...Scratch that. Just when I thought I'd adapted a bit.
God threw tougher trials my way, like I needed more tempering.
But I was the service maestro who charmed any complainer.
Forcing a resigned smile, I grabbed tissues from near the bed and approached. Amelia shoved her massive ass my way, wiggling it.
"Hehe.... Be gentle and thorough, okay~?"
Her huge ass dwarfed her nicely fleshy waist. Between them, her red pussy hole gaped slightly, drooling saliva-like slickness.
Every glance made my cock throb. Instinct screamed to plunge in, churn it up, and flood her with cum.
Sure, filthy fluids glossed the crimson slit, but it was still plenty alluring.
My dick poked her thigh insistently. She turned, melting into a smile.
"...Toilet-kun, doesn't it bother you having that thing rock-hard first thing in the morning...?"
"It does.... Especially with your juicy pussy right in my face like this."
"If you stuck yours in here right now.... I'd hug it nice and tight."
Basically begging me to ravage her depths and dump a load.
"...I'd love to, but rules say no morning action."
I mustered an awkward smile. Amelia pouted, head drooping.
It wasn't like I wanted to blue-ball her. Ladies first was the rule—no choice.
"I'll wipe you spotless instead. Till you're satisfied."
"Then finish with your tongue.... So I think of you all day...."
"...Got it."
Amelia was extra clingy today.
Feeling a twinge of pity, I shelved pride and shame, diving into diligent service.
I gripped her soft ass cheeks, pressing tissue to her pussy.
Swish, swish.
"Nngh...♡."
Just rubbing it, and her waist shivered.
"...If only Toilet-kun handled me this sweetly every day—! Ahh♡! Don't just tease the sensitive spot... Nngh♡!"
To shut her teasing mouth, I tormented her pussy relentlessly.
Then—
"W-Wait! Stop now... Haaahhh!"
Spluuurt!
Amelia wailed loud enough to shake the bathroom. Her bedsheet soaked with tide.
Juicy thighs and freshly wiped pussy streamed thick, steaming girl-cum.
The air turned tangy with orange scent. Shuddering, she wiggled her ass back at me with a grin.
"Haa...♡. Guess you'll have to wipe me again now?"
...
Like marking her territory, Amelia rubbed her dripping ass on my leg.
Drenched and sticky, I shot her a grimace. She beamed like it was heaven.
"Your turn with your mouth now~. From my legs to my precious parts. Coat it all in your saliva~."
A bit reluctant, but savoring her sweet skin on my tongue, I lapped from slim calves up thighs to pussy, thorough as could be.
... Slurp.
Fragrant. Pressing my tongue to her firm flesh unleashed waves of rich orange aroma.
Regretfully thorough, I lapped fiercely at her hot, wet pink slit.
"...Toilet-kun, first time licking me, right? How are you this good?!"
Her pussy juice mixed stickily with my pooled saliva.
"Hnnngh...♡. This skilled, and I'm getting jealous instead...♡."
Sensing her envy, I wrapped up ten minutes of earnest service. Amelia pulled up her pants without wiping my saliva.
Her face, meeting mine again, glowed like a girl in love—ecstatic.
My cheeks burned too as we stared. Suddenly, she leaned in, pressing soft lips to my cheek.
Mwah♡.
"Thank you~. Hubby."
She crushed me in a hug. Her swollen breasts squished my heart flat.
"Thanks to you, Toilet-kun, I can power through work today. So you fight on too, got it?"
A little flustered, I slowly hugged her back.
"F-Fighting."
We clung for ages. Satisfied, Amelia peppered my face with kisses, then dashed out with a deep breath.
Still lost in the afterglow, cock twitching, I dazedly stared at the partition.
Then—
Bang!
Right after Amelia left, another guest stormed the toilet.
This time, the haughty bob-cut empress, Marin, flung open the door. Arms crossed, she eyed me coolly.
Her bold morning entrance baffled me. Looking down, I asked,
"M-Miss? What brings you here so early...? Isn't it a school day?"
Ignoring me, she sniffed my Amelia-scented lips.
Grab.
Like a threat, she gripped my rigid cock tight, brows furrowed.
"Citrus scent. Amelia?"
Gut said admitting it would endanger her.
"M-Mandarin!"
"...Mandarin?"
"Y-Yeah.... Had some for breakfast...."
Quick wits saved me with a plausible lie.
"...Hmph."
But suspicion lingered in her eyes.
Still,
"...Whatever. I'll buy it."
Uncharacteristically, Marin backed down first.
"Can't suspect friends...."
She whipped her head away, pouting. She knew it was bullshit but let it slide once.
As I scratched my head awkwardly,
Thud.
Still averted, she jabbed a fist into my gut.
"Take it. It's yours."
Her tiny fist held something.
"...What's this?"
"You'll see."
I took it: my student ID, face blown up big. Named not Noehun, but [Toilet-hun].
"...So why give this to me?"
"Get ready."
"Huh?"
"You're attending class with me in the lecture hall today."
"...WHAT?!!"