Chapter 144: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (4)
Chapter 144: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (4)
If I crouched, my pants would press tight against my crotch, potentially revealing the outline of my pussy. At the very least, it would be obvious that I didn't have a cock. So, I had no choice but to kneel, a posture the Gangster Uncle seemed to find quite pleasing.
"I like the attitude. Even the whores in the red-light district don't start by kneeling so politely unless I tell 'em to."
"Be quiet... Calling me a whore... that's a crime, you know. It's called solicitation."
"Did I say I went to one? I'm just saying. I'm not so desperate that I'd pay for some used pussy, anyway."
"Ju—just be quiet, please. Other people will see."
The Gangster Uncle, seemingly satisfied that I was giving him a handjob, started rambling excitedly. I, on the other hand, was losing my mind with anxiety. It was true we were in a corner where people wouldn't easily notice, but if anyone came close, it would be obvious.
Actually, they wouldn't even need to see it. Anyone who caught a whiff of this pungent cock smell would think something was wrong. Only females like me would sniff it and grin like idiots; other men would just scowl. They’d want to get rid of the source of the stench.
"But I really didn't think you'd do it. You say you're a man, but don't you have any pride? A male police officer doing something only a pussy cop would do."
"Look, I said I'd do it, so why are you still complaining? Should I stop right now?!"
"Whoa, whoa, don't get mad. I'm just asking. Damn, you've got a sharp tongue for a little thing."
"Ah, ugh...♡ Don't pat my head...!"
The Gangster Uncle stood there with his cock thrust toward me as I knelt. Now he was treating me like a total girl, patting my head. Of course, that was the truth, but I couldn't let him find out yet.
To be honest, the real reason I agreed to give this thug a handjob was probably just lust. No woman could stay sane with a man masturbating right behind her. Besides, I was already worked up from that detective's "inspection" earlier to see if I was a man or not.
But I couldn't confess the truth. I needed a reason the Gangster Uncle would buy. It didn't matter if it was actually plausible or not. I just had to make him understand that this was why I decided to serve him. If he just thought I was an idiot, that was fine by me.
"I—I have no choice... If I leave you like this, you'll just keep your cock out and keep jerking off behind me, and it's distracting. The smell is pungent and uncomfortable, and that slapping sound is annoying. I can't focus on my work at all."
"Hmm, is that the reason?"
"Is that all? If you happen to ejaculate on the floor, I'm the one who has to clean it up later. I didn't become a cop just to scrub crusty, stinking semen off a holding cell floor."
When I spoke with a grimace, the Gangster Uncle gave me a meaningful look.
He was definitely thinking this: So this cop hates cleaning semen off the floor, but he's fine with giving a handjob to a total stranger who's a criminal?
'I can't deny it!'
But that was it. He'd just think I was a moron.
"I guess cops these days don't have to study very hard, huh?"
"......What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing."
Ignoring the thug who was subtly mocking me, I wrapped my small hands around his massive cock.
A perverted criminal's cock, twitching between the bars. How many pussies had he plowed for the tip to be stained so dark? It was a lecherous cock that seemingly couldn't even ejaculate anymore unless it was against a woman's body.
"You can't even jerk off by yourself... how pathetic..."
"Hah! What can I do? My piece only reacts to women. It's only natural it would flat-out refuse a man, but it's been so long since I've rubbed one out that I didn't realize it would even reject me."
"Wait, then it shouldn't work for me either, right? I'm a man too, so why is it throbbing like this...?"
I felt like I'd walked into a trap. Sure enough, the Gangster Uncle gave a sinister smirk.
"That's what I'm saying. Why is a cock that only reacts to women so lively right now? Either you're actually a girl, or you're a guy who's so much like a bitch that my dick is misidentifying you. It's one of the two."
"The first one is obviously wrong, and I don't really want to admit the second one either."
"Puhahaha! Like you said, if you want me to cum fast, shouldn't you lean into that delusion? Act like a real bitch—like a pussy cop who's obligated to drain a citizen when he's got a hard-on."
"......Senile, stupid cock that can't even tell genders apart."
I let out a sigh, spread my hand wide, and gently rubbed the glans with my palm. I wasn't sure if it was reacting to the subtle ridges and lines of my palm, getting excited by my sigh, or being stimulated by my insulting words, but the cock twitched and grew even larger.
"It's... it's getting even bigger..."
"You call yourself a man and you're surprised by this? Every man carries something like this between his legs, yet you're reacting like some virgin over nothing."
He nitpicked my unconscious slip-up again. He was persistently trying to frame me as a woman. At this point, it felt like I needed to push back a bit.
"Not every man is this big, you know? Don't try to brag. I'm not jealous at all."
"Oh, really? But if it's smaller than this, can you even satisfy a girlfriend? No, I'm genuinely asking. Women aren't satisfied with small ones."
"That's not true! It's not like all women only like big cocks. I mean, sure, a big cock provides high visual satisfaction, and when you're giving a blowjob, that feeling of your throat being stuffed until you can't breathe is satisfying, and it hurts a bit when it goes inside but the feeling of being filled up is great... but, well, if the technique is good, it's enough..."
As I spoke, my face grew hotter and hotter. Something was definitely wrong here.
"......Or so my ex-girlfriend told me."
"Geez, anyone listening would think you'd experienced it yourself. That was vivid."
"I just have a talent for storytelling. More importantly, when are you going to cum?"
I successfully changed the subject with some skill. But it wasn't entirely a lie. Even though I was using my handjob techniques—derived from my own experiences—at about 70% capacity to avoid being too suspicious, there was still no sign of ejaculation.
I gripped the cock with both hands and shook it, rubbing it up and down. Not only the glans but my hands were already soaked with pre-cum. I didn't forget to use my fingertips to stroke the long ridge on the underside of the cock, like scratching a cat's chin.
'Do I really have to use my mouth?'
Part of me wanted to stick out my tongue and lick the cock dangling right in front of my nose. I wanted to pour out the love juice from my mouth pussy—my saliva—and stain the cock with my scent.
I imagined parting my lips, taking the cock into my mouth, and elaborately cleaning everything from the urethral opening to the coronal sulcus with my tongue. I could even enjoy the breathless pleasure of having him grab my hair and shove it down to my throat without resisting.
If the person were someone I'd already done it with, I would have. But this wasn't a situation where I could greedily open my mouth pussy and swallow a cock. So, even with a majestic phallus right before my eyes, I could only swallow my spit.
'I wonder what this cock tastes like...♡'
If I had lost even a little more of my reason, drool would have been dripping from my mouth. Even now, not completely possessed, my heart was pounding hard, and it was obvious I was practically worshiping the cock.
'I've miraculously maintained my sanity only because I've been trying not to look at the cock too consciously...'
To a police officer, a violent criminal is scary and intimidating, but also someone who brings a sense of anticipation at the thought of making an arrest. If that were the case, this cock was arguably a higher priority for "Female Cop Do Min-jeong" than any violent criminal.
The thought of such a giant cock entering me was scary and intimidating, but I couldn't help but anticipate the pleasure of it filling my narrow pussy, pounding against my womb, and making me feel like a total female.
"When am I gonna cum? Is that any way to talk?"
"What? Why are you getting angry at me...?"
"Isn't it obvious? I told you, my dick can only finish with a woman's body. So while it's mistaking you for a girl, you have to try your best to act like a pussy cop so I can cum faster, right?"
"B-but, I don't really know how to do that..."
"Stupid. You're a cop and you have to learn that from a thug?"
I was so embarrassed I couldn't lift my head. It was shameful enough being a police officer learning handjob tips from a Gangster Uncle, but I knew I was actually a Hero. To be a female Hero acting as a male cop, being ordered to act like a bitch because a criminal wants to cum...
"C-could you just tell me... It's almost time for everyone to come back from lunch... I have to go back to normal and finish the paperwork before then..."
"Suddenly you're so submissive. Yeah, a bitch should be this obedient."
"I'm not a bitch... mgh."
I reflexively tried to deny it, but remembered the Gangster Uncle's order to act like a girl and shut my mouth. Recalling the times I'd been treated like a subhuman masochist bitch, I took my hands off the Gangster Uncle's cock and carefully cupped his balls.
The proverb "actions speak louder than words" came to mind. Without a word, I began a massage, kneading and rubbing his balls to grant him the "blessing" of accelerated sperm production. Perhaps moved by my proactive service, the Gangster Uncle looked down at me with a very satisfied gaze.
But I didn't dare meet his eyes. Right now, I wasn't a cop; I was a handjob girl. Perhaps a woman who would soon become a public onahole rather than the staff of the people.
Realizing that, I stared intently at his large balls and kept fondling them without rest.
"When you screamed earlier, your voice sounded pretty feminine."
"That was..."
"Use those strengths. For example, making moaning sounds while you give the handjob."
"......Ugh♡"
"Your hands are soft like a girl's, and you look like a girl, so as long as you don't go around loudly announcing you're a man, I think I can cum. You can't talk if you're busy moaning, right?"
When I hesitated, the uncle thrust his cock forward as if to prompt an answer. The moment it brushed against the bridge of my nose, I jumped in surprise and accidentally leaked a bit of love juice.
It wet my crotch a little, but since I was kneeling, it wouldn't be noticeable.
"Right or wrong?"
"......Y-you're right."
"Then get to it."
What was this? How did it come to this? I was supposed to be the kind rookie cop who was just giving a handjob to a Gangster Uncle who was suffering because he couldn't cum despite having an erection.
How had only a few dozen minutes passed, and now I was being scolded by a criminal for not being good at giving handjob service?
'But... I have no choice but to do it♡'
Moaning while giving a criminal a handjob—no police officer in any country would ever do such a thing.
But the Gangster Uncle thinks I'm a man anyway, so it's fine, right? This is a special situation where I have to get him to blow his load before the other officers return, so it's okay, right?
......Eventually, I opened my mouth and let out a trembling moan.
"A-ah, ahh...♡"
Using my natural voice without trying to lower the pitch, I stroked the thick cock.
"Hng... hnnng♡"
The awkward, fake moans turned into real ones, and even as they became increasingly lewd, I kept shaking the cock rapidly.
"Haah... hah, it's too big...♡"
I got so immersed that I even started saying lines he hadn't ordered, creating the illusion of actual sex.
"Shoot... shoot it... give me all of it...♡"
......The moment I begged for his ejaculation, I realized.
'Wait, I don't have any tissues!'
But by the time I realized it, it was too late. The stream of semen was already surging powerfully, and there was no time to react. I couldn't block it with my hand or dodge it. Since the cock was right in front of my face, I took the full blast of semen right on my skin.
"Ugh, ahh...!!"
My hair, the bridge of my nose, and my cheeks. It even splashed onto my lips, and some of it trickled into my mouth.
"Hey, s-sorry! It just came out before I could warn you..."
"Hehe... he, hehe...♡"
The Gangster Uncle tried to apologize in his flustered state, but he quickly stopped talking.
"......Wait, what's with that face?"
Because I, already intoxicated by the semen...
Had the ecstatic expression of a total bitch, with none of the dignity of a police officer left.
