Chapter 143: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (3)
Chapter 143: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (3)
After that nameless detective swept through like a whirlwind, I hid in a corner to compose myself. I felt like I could only start moving again once I’d caught my breath.
“...Oh, a new face?”
But I wasn't given a moment's peace. Another nameless detective suddenly approached me. Holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand, the man tilted his head as he drew near, then his eyes widened as if he’d just realized something.
“Ahhh, you’re that kid, right? The, uh, new rookie who just joined.”
It was strange how both this detective and the one from before acted like they knew me. Even if this was a Common Sense Alteration Zone, it shouldn't have the power to make a complete stranger look like an acquaintance. Why were they both acting so friendly instead of suspicious?
Wait, could it be?
Unless the hypnotist had sensed my approach and placed an extra suggestion on these officers, there was only one other possible explanation.
“I’m in a bit of a rush to get somewhere, so could you take care of these documents for me?”
“...Of course.”
It wasn't that they actually knew who I was, or that they were under a hypnosis that made them hallucinate knowing me. They were seeing my face for the first time today, and they had no idea who I was, but since I looked young and was wearing a police uniform, they just assumed I was a rookie who had joined while they weren't looking.
They’re just pretending to know me so they can dump their work on an easy target.
I suppose they wouldn't even dream that a suspicious person would dress up in a uniform and impersonate a police officer to sneak in. Since they didn't realize this place had become a Common Sense Alteration Zone, they probably thought it was just business as usual at the station.
“What? Anyway, I’m in a hurry, so I’m counting on you. My desk is over there, so you can just sit there and do it.”
The spot the detective pointed to didn't just have a desk and a chair. Right nearby was the holding cell—the place where they kept suspects who had been arrested or detained, or those serving short sentences for minor offenses. It was essentially a mini-prison inside the police station.
The problem was that there was someone inside that holding cell. And he was a criminal who looked incredibly rough. While it’s not good to judge people by their looks, considering he was locked in a cage, I was certain he was a gangster.
“Um, do I have to do it right in front of the holding cell...?”
“That’s where my desk is, so what else are you going to do? There’s a lot of paperwork. I won't stop you if you want to take it all somewhere else, but if you lose even a single page, then...”
“A-Ah, I understand! I’ll get started right away!”
Even if I had to go near him, I figured nothing would happen since we were separated by the iron bars of the cell. And if something did happen, well, that would be fine in its own way. The Common Sense Alteration didn't just affect the police; it applied to everyone here, so that gangster might try to jump me too.
Though he probably won't since I’m disguised as a man right now... but if the breast reduction wears off...
For now, I decided to make it my goal not to get caught until the reduction effect on my chest faded. Feeling like the heroine of an adult game, I walked with light steps and sat down at the desk of the detective who had assigned me the work.
Uwah, the scent of a male is so strong...
I could smell it the moment I approached the holding cell. The thick body odor of a man. Since he was locked up, he probably hadn't been able to shower or wash properly for a day or two.
Since he had no change of clothes and must have been sweating, it was only natural he’d smell like this. Most people would have avoided the area, complaining about the stench, but I was different. I was actually enjoying it.
It was a simple task—just sitting there and organizing papers—but every time I inhaled through my nose, I could feel my pussy getting soaking wet. I was barely even doing the work, sitting slightly sideways so I could steal glances at the holding cell behind me.
“Mmm...”
It was then. The gangster, who had been sprawled out on the floor of the cell fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He looked straight at me the moment he rose, giving me no time to react. My eyes, which had been fixed on the cell, met the gangster’s.
“H-Hwah?!”
I jerked my head away in surprise, but it seemed I was too late.
“Hey, little lady. Why are you staring so hard at a man while he’s sleeping? It’s a bit much.”
“Wh-?! I-I’m not a lady! I’m a man!”
“I can tell just by your voice...”
“That’s just because my natural pitch is high... K-Ahem!”
I had been intentionally lowering my voice since I started the crossdressing, but in my panic, my original voice slipped out. I cleared my throat, but the gangster was already looking at me with a broad smirk. It was a look that said he didn't believe a word I said.
“Is this how they train you at the station these days? Since it’s hard for female cops to handle thugs like us, they tell you to act like a man? Hah, what a load of bull.”
“I told you, it’s not like that! I’m really a man!”
“Officer, stop that chirping and just do your business. You can’t fool my eyes. I’m locked in here and can’t do anything anyway, so why bother with the act?”
I was getting increasingly anxious. My vow to stay hidden until the breast reduction wore off was already on the verge of failing. In this situation, if this gangster raised his voice and started calling me a female cop to draw attention, the predators who smelled blood would surely come swarming.
This is a Common Sense Alteration Zone where the rule is that any woman—whether cop or criminal—gets fucked!
Because of that, I had to take drastic measures. A way to make this gangster believe I was a man. Since he was locked in the cell, I didn't have to give him my body like I did with the detective who felt me up earlier; I just had to show him.
“...H-Here, look!”
I spun my swivel chair around to face the holding cell directly. I was a bit intimidated by the gangster’s gaze as he watched me with a faint smile, but I didn't care. I spread my legs wide to show him my crotch.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“Ah, this... the pants are a bit big, so it’s hard to tell from the outside, but...!”
“That makes me even more suspicious. Unless your dick is incredibly tiny, how can it be this flat?”
Of course, there was no cock between my legs. There was only a soft pussy. If there were a bulge or the outline of balls, it would be strong evidence that I was a man, but there was nothing. Even so, the reason I spread my legs to show him my crotch was simple.
“No! This is actually proof that I’m a man! Don't you think? If I were a woman, there’s no way I’d take the initiative to spread my legs like this!”
“Is that how it works...?”
“Besides, for a... for a female cop to spread her legs for a detainee just to pretend to be a man, that’s unthinkable!”
How’s that? This is what you call psychological warfare. Whether he was actually convinced or not, the gangster slowly nodded his head. I let out a sigh of relief inwardly and closed my legs.
It’s a good thing he didn't look too closely, or I would’ve been in big trouble.
The gangster didn't seem to notice, but during that brief moment my legs were open, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode. It was because my pussy had gotten drenched while I was rubbing my thighs together and smelling him while he slept.
Earlier, my pussy had gotten wet because of the detective who felt me up to 'check' if I was a man, and I’d barely managed to wipe it and dry my pants a little, but now they were wet again. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, the love juice soaked straight into the fabric.
Why am I so wet, seriously...
Because of that, a damp stain was visible even on the outside of my uniform pants. It seemed I’d even dampened the seat of the chair a little. At this point, I wondered if the gangster really hadn't seen it. I even suspected he might be pretending not to know just to toy with me.
Anyway, I’d moved past it for now, so that was a relief. Praying that my scent would be buried by the other smells in the room, I turned my chair back around and secretly pulled out some tissues to carefully wipe the crotch of my pants.
“Hey, little lady.”
About ten minutes had passed. While I was pretending to be absorbed in the paperwork, I was secretly listening to every sound coming from the holding cell. When the gangster called out to me, my heart nearly stopped. I considered it a blessing that I didn't let out a girly scream this time as I turned around.
“I told you, I’m not a lady.”
“Ah, right. Then what should I call you? Should I just call you Officer?”
“Whatever you want... but why are you calling me?”
“Well... you said you weren't a woman, right? I’m asking this because we’re both men.”
The gangster, whose face was marked with a scar, scrambled over on his knees and grabbed the bars with both hands. Feeling a sense of ecstasy from the thick male scent wafting toward me, I frowned outwardly and looked down at him.
“What is it?”
“Well, uh... can I jerk off?”
“Wh-whaaaat?!”
Damn it, my voice went high again because I was so flustered. When the gangster put a finger to his nose and went "shh," I instinctively covered my mouth with both hands.
Anyway, did I hear that right? Jerk off? You mean, masturbate? Right here in the police station holding cell?
“...Um, there’s a toilet. The enclosed one in the back. You can do it there.”
I racked my brain to come up with a response a normal police officer would give. I couldn't get caught yet. I was impressed with my own plausible answer, but the gangster shook his head.
“It’s too cramped in there. I’ll get claustrophobia.”
“It’s not 'enclosure phobia,' it’s claustrophobia...”
“Whatever, same thing! I can’t do it in a tight space like that. I’m gonna do it here. That’s okay, right? It’s an angle where only you can see me anyway. If you just look forward and keep working, you won't even see it.”
“But still...”
When I hesitated, the gangster started getting more aggressive. Maybe it was because I looked fragile, or because I looked like an easy target for a cop, but he seemed to be pushing his luck because I was easy to handle.
“Hey, didn't you say you were a man?! If you’re a man, you should know the pain of this sexual urge! If it were up to me, I’d want to get out of here and drain my tank properly. But they won't let me out, will they?!”
“P-Please, just calm down...”
“I don't know why you’re being so cold when we’re both men! Honestly, isn't it usually the female cops who handle the sexual relief for the guys in the holding cell? What’s wrong with this station, not having a single female cop!”
“F-Female cops provide sexual relief...?!”
“Why are you so surprised by something so obvious! But you know, are you really a male cop? You look even more suspicious up close! How can a man have such long eyelashes, and looking at your hips...”
I couldn't stop him anymore. I felt a sense of intimidation, like if I told him not to masturbate one more time, he’d use that massive frame of his to break the bars, come out, check my pussy, and shove himself right in. In the end, I waved the white flag.
“A-Alright. Just do it. I know how it feels. If you’re a man, there’s no way you wouldn't know. I understand.”
“You’re saying I can?!”
“Yes, just do it by yourself in the corner. Like I said, there aren't any female cops right now...”
With those final words, I turned back toward the desk. Before long, I started hearing a rather violent slapping sound from behind me. The desire to turn around immediately, the urge to capture that gangster’s cock in my sight, flared up like a fire.
Wait, is this also a psychological game he’s playing?
Just like I argued that I must be a man because a woman wouldn't spread her legs in front of a stranger. Maybe this gangster was masturbating openly on purpose to test me.
If I were a real man, I’d obviously be repulsed by another man masturbating, but if I were hiding the fact that I was a lewd female, he’d know I’d be dying to turn around and look. He might be playing a cunning mind game.
If that’s really the case, what should I do...?
If so, I had already completely surrendered to his psychological warfare. Because the thoughts in my head right now were...
[What does it look like? How thick is it? How long is it? He’s probably uncircumcised. Since he hasn't washed, I wonder if there’s smegma. I’d love to feel the veins on it.]
...nothing but things like that.
My sexual desire and curiosity were so overwhelming that my breathing was becoming ragged, and I couldn't even focus on the paperwork. My mind was filled with the single thought of wanting to turn around. I even started debating whether I should get up to get some water or go to the bathroom just so I could steal a glance.
But the moment I turned around, I would lose the psychological game. Knowing that only made the desire to turn around even more agonizing.
As I struggled with this internal conflict for a long time, I suddenly felt something was off.
Wait, hasn't it been a while? Is he a delayed ejaculator...?
At that moment, I heard him calling me again.
“Little... no, buddy.”
“...Yes?!”
This time, I turned around with insane reaction speed, without a moment's hesitation. I wouldn't have reacted this fast even if I’d heard my grandfather calling my name during a holiday. That was how starved I was.
“I’m really, really sorry. When I’m on the outside, I’m always... what do you call it. World-class beauties! Yeah, I’m always drinking and singing with world-class beauties while I get my release.”
“I-I see...”
“But trying to do it alone in this desolate place... Hah, man. It’s just not coming out. But you’re a man too, so you understand, right? How painful it is when you want to blow your load, and you feel like you’re almost there, but it just won't come?”
“Huh? I don't think I’ve ever felt that... b-but I understand.”
“If you understand, that’s enough. So the conclusion I’ve reached is that I can’t finish with my own hand. But you said there are no female cops in this station, right?”
I nodded silently this time. Because I thought I knew what favor he was about to ask.
“You know, right? I’m asking this because we’re both men.”
“...Yes.”
“Could you, uh, give me a handjob?”
The gangster pressed himself right against the bars of the cell and thrust a thick cock through the gap.
It’s huge... ♡
Even if the gap between the bars was narrow, that was by human standards. It was more than wide enough to fit a cock. But this was such a massive king dick that the gap between the bars actually looked narrow for it.
“But, I’m not a female cop... I’m a man, would that be okay with you...?”
“So you’re saying you’ll do it?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, asking for my opinion means you’re basically willing to do it. Isn't that right?”
...Wait, was this also part of the psychological game?
“That’s...”
When I couldn't answer and my face turned red, the gangster smirked unpleasantly. He moved his hips, making the giant cock caught between the bars bounce.
Naturally, I lowered myself. The first thing to touch the floor was my knees.