Chapter 146: Public Onahole (1)
Chapter 146: Public Onahole (1)
‘Wow, it’s really sticking to my throat….’
A cleanup blowjob—cleaning his filthy cock with my mouth. Only after swallowing the semen that had filled my mouth, followed by gulping down some saliva and water, did my throat finally feel a bit clean.
But I couldn't relax just yet. My mouth and throat weren't the only places the gangster’s semen had touched.
I’d been given a facial cum shot, and with semen sprayed on my hair and buttocks, a fishy stench seemed to cling to my entire body. The mess on my backside, in particular, had soaked into my clothes in that short span of time; no matter how hard I tried to wipe it away, it didn't improve much.
“Hey, what are you doing? Let’s go, hurry up.”
However, there was no time to use perfume or deodorant to mask the scent. Detective Choi was already dragging me toward the interrogation room.
The thought of entering a cramped interrogation room with a thug who already knew I was a woman… saying I felt fine would be a lie. To put it bluntly, the moment we stepped inside, if that gangster blurted out to Detective Choi that I was actually a woman hiding the truth, it would be an immediate Onahole Ending.
Yet, a part of me was looking forward to it. I felt like the breast reduction effect was about to wear off soon. I was anxious to see how Detective Choi would react if I were caught.
Would he treat me more gently than the gangster because he was a detective? Or would he fly into a more violent rage, asking how a mere bitch dared to impersonate a male police officer?
One thing was for certain: he would never assign me tedious paperwork again. After all, my primary duty would become serving as a semen urinal, satisfying the citizens' lust with my entire body through throat-pussy service, boob-pussy service, raw-pussy service, and anal-pussy service.
‘Not the staff of the people, but the Public Onahole… ♡’
The mere imagination made me dizzy, and my lower abdomen throbbed. My pussy, which had already soaked the crotch of my pants, gushed out another wave of pussy juice before the fabric could even dry. I wanted to strip off these uniform pants immediately and change into an Onahole uniform skirt—one that could be easily flipped up for a pounding at any time.
“By the way, why does it smell so much in here?”
“Hehe, I wonder why….”
“A fishy smell… well, whatever. Let’s just go.”
With a lewd sense of anticipation, I headed to the interrogation room with Detective Choi to investigate the gangster uncle who had already realized I was a woman.
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“Alright, let’s begin the interrogation….”
“Interrogation? What interrogation? Detective, you should start by investigating the person sitting right next to you.”
“……What is that supposed to mean?”
It was exactly what I had been worried about, but I didn't expect him to throw such a direct punch right from the start.
Detective Choi tilted his head in confusion. I sat beside him, holding a pen and some documents. Across from us, the gangster uncle smirked and pointed his chin at me. The atmosphere in the interrogation room, occupied by only the three of us, turned heavy in an instant.
“What are you planning to do with that pen? A bitch like you wouldn't know how to write a report… what, are you going to use it for some nipple masturbation?”
“Hey. What are you talking about? If you keep this up, you could face aggravated charges for insulting a police officer or obstruction of justice.”
“That would be true if my opponent were a male cop. But that thing is a pussy cop. And she’s wearing pants to pretend she isn't one. It looks like you didn't know either, Detective. Do you not even vet your subordinates properly?”
“What the hell are you talking about? He’s a pussy cop?”
Detective Choi turned his head with a look of disbelief, but as soon as he saw my demurely seated face, his expression shifted. Whether he thought the gangster’s words held weight or not, his look of confusion transformed into one of suspicion in a heartbeat.
“Stop talking nonsense and cooperate with the investigation. How could a mere pussy bitch dare to impersonate a male cop and enter a police station? We filter all that out, and besides, no pussy bitch would have the courage to do such a thing in the first place.”
Though he defended me for the moment, Detective Choi was clearly just making excuses to maintain the police station's prestige; he still didn't seem to trust me. After all, when he first saw me earlier, he had only pretended to know who I was so he could dump his paperwork on me.
“P-Pussy bitch….”
“Hey, right? Why don't you say something?”
Meanwhile, I was getting turned on by the fact that while the gangster uncle called me a "bitch," the man who was supposed to be a police officer used the even cruder term "pussy bitch." My nipples stood up rock-hard. Just as the gangster said, I wanted to feel the pleasure of pressing or swirling the tip of the pen against my nipples.
However, the atmosphere had reached a point where I couldn't just move past it without taking action. The gangster uncle would clearly keep hounding me, and distrust would continue to grow in Detective Choi’s heart, leading him to keep testing me.
“Oh… geez, you’ve been like this for a while now. I know I don't look very manly, but I’ve told you several times that I’m a man. You still haven't come to your senses….”
“Ha, you admitted it earlier, and now what….”
“Fine, fine. Will this work then? It’s a bit much to strip everything off down there, so I’ll just show you my top.”
As I began to unbutton my uniform shirt, Detective Choi’s face brightened. If it were revealed that the subordinate right next to him was actually a woman impersonating a male cop, he wouldn't be able to avoid disciplinary action, so he was hoping I was a man.
The gangster uncle’s expression, however, wasn't great. He already saw me entirely as a woman and had no intention of changing that perception. He viewed my baring my chest as nothing more than showmanship.
“Even if her tits are small, a woman is a woman. What does showing your chest prove?”
“I don't know why you’re so obsessed with nothing. Look, if he were really a woman, would he even bare his chest?”
“That’s exactly her psychological warfare, Detective. She’s using her small tits to go around pretending to be a man.”
“If you’re that suspicious, we can just strip him and do a further investigation. If he’s a man, he won't feel anything from having his chest touched, so I’ll check it myself.”
Detective Choi seemed to be getting annoyed as he dropped the formalities and started acting aggressively. However, that wasn't exactly good news for me. Not just stripping, but he was going to personally fondle my breasts to see if I felt anything?
‘Um, well, that… I’m not very confident about that….’
My nipples were already developed enough that I could easily reach a nipple orgasm. My sensitivity across my entire chest was quite high. Moreover, I had heard that the side effect of the breast reduction power was an increase in sensitivity around the nipples, and based on my experience, I couldn't deny it.
“……Alright.”
But having come this far, I couldn't back out. I tried my best not to show my embarrassment as I took off my shirt and presented my chest. My small breasts, without a bra. Flat tits that you couldn't even grab with your hand, and only by looking closely could you tell they were slightly budded.
“You see this and you still don't know? The nipples are pink, and they’re already hard?”
“M-Men can have pink nipples too! And they’re only hard because it’s cold since I took my clothes off!”
While the gangster and I bickered, Detective Choi didn't say anything useless. With a serious air, he reached out both hands toward my chest. He looked determined to strictly judge whether I felt pleasure or not.
‘I have to endure. I must endure.’
I sang the national anthem in my head and kept my mouth shut. Even if my nipples were sensitive and I was weak to pleasure, I had no choice. I resolved to hold on desperately, showing no sign of feeling it and letting no moans escape.
“Junior. Honestly, I don't want to be feeling up a man’s chest either, but I really hope you’re a man.”
“O-Of course! You can squeeze and pinch them hard, it’s fine……!”
“It wouldn't be a bad idea to come clean now. If you hide it until the end and get caught, I won't forgive you. You know exactly what will happen to you if you become the only pussy cop in our station.”
Of course I do. I’m so looking forward to it that I walked into this Common Sense Alteration Zone on my own two feet.
But I didn't show a hint of that on the outside. I put on a confident expression as if I could be trusted and pushed my measly flat tits further forward. My stiff nipples stood confidently like their owner, craving the man’s touch. They were the nipples of a perverted female, itching to be tormented.
“Then, here I go.”
The moment Detective Choi’s hands covered my breasts, I squeezed my eyes shut. Deep down, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back my moans.
Whether it was ‘Hngh♡’ or ‘Haah♡,’ once my breasts were fondled, female sounds were bound to leak out. I expected this interrogation room to soon turn into a mating room where the detective and the gangster would take turns breeding me.
“……H-Hiee?!”
However, my prediction was off. To put it simply, the result was the same, but the process was entirely different.
The moment Detective Choi reached for my chest, my breasts suddenly swelled up like an airbag deploying in a car accident, returning to their original, un-reduced form.
Breasts that were inconvenient because they jiggled just from walking, always a burden on my shoulders, drawing lewd stares wherever I went, and painful because men would grab them on the bed, distorting their shape or sucking on them.
Huge tits that could make their cocks stand just by shaking, and could give them pleasure just by being sandwiched between them. My lewd breasts, which added to my value as a woman and earned me plenty of love from men just by existing, had returned.
“See, Detective? Didn't I tell you? But how the hell was she hiding tits that big?”
The gangster uncle spoke mockingly, but it didn't seem to reach Detective Choi’s ears. All I could see were his eyes, shimmering with a sense of betrayal, anger, and lust. Thinking that he would soon pour all those emotions into me in the form of semen, my excitement wouldn't subside.
“Who are you?”
“I-I am, well……”
“No, there’s no need to ask that. You’re wearing a police uniform. But you’re a woman.”
“T-That’s right……?”
“A female police officer. Then you’re a pussy cop. There’s no need to look into it any further.”
Detective Choi moved swiftly after saying that. He immediately took the keys and unlocked the gangster uncle’s handcuffs, then cuffed my wrists while I was dazed. I could have resisted if I wanted to, but his speed was truly that of an elite detective.
“Senior?! Wait, let’s try talking first……”
“Senior? Who’s your senior? You’re just a criminal pussy bitch who impersonated a male cop.”
“Kya, kyaa…!”
As I struggled, bound by the handcuffs and unable to do anything, Detective Choi pushed me off the chair. Falling to the floor, I could only look up at Detective Choi and the gangster uncle with the eyes of the utterly weak as they looked down on me.
“This works out perfectly. I happen to be the one in charge of training the pussy cops at our station. It’s been a while since we had a new one, so things were a bit quiet, but I never imagined the new pussy cop would be such human trash, daring to impersonate a male cop.”
“T-There’s a reason for this… please, Senior, just once, let’s talk….”
“I told you not to call me senior.”
“Ugh, hgyaaaah……!!”
Crunch—
Detective Choi stomped on my defenseless breasts with his sneaker-clad foot. The sight of a woman’s fragile parts, her breasts, being crushed and mangled by merciless trampling, gave Detective Choi and the gangster uncle a sense of conquest and dominance.
“It hurts…! There, if you stomp like that… ngh, hngh……!!”
“Shut up, you fucking bitch. You’re going to be soaking wet from being stepped on like this, but earlier you were just so full of fucking pretense, saying you definitely weren't a woman… where in the world is there a man who gives a handjob while looking at a cock with such loving eyes?”
The gangster uncle mocked and ridiculed me as he stepped on my left breast. He did it somewhat more "kindly," taking off his shoes and pressing down firmly with his smelly bare foot. He didn't forget to toy with my vulgar nipples by moving his toes.
“Senior… no, D-Detective…! I was wroooong… I was wrong, so! I’ll do anything, really….”
“What do you mean, ‘I’ll do anything’? From now on, you have to do everything. Drop the titles like Detective or Senior, and address everyone as ‘Master.’ From this moment on, men are like gods to you.”
Detective Choi also barked in a high-handed voice as he stomped on my right breast. More roughly and violently than the gangster uncle. Since he was wearing sneakers, it felt like the tread marks would be left on my chest. He wasn't just stepping on me; he was grinding me down, reducing me to something less than human.
“Haah… ♡”
Whether they were fully erect or not, I could tell from the bulges in their pants that both men were on the verge of ejaculating from the superiority of trampling a female like me.
But the same was true for me. I was leaking pussy juice at a rate incomparable to when I was cross-dressing.
“Whoa, this bitch is soaking wet while being stepped on? She’s worse than any whore. Detective, are all pussy cops like this?”
“Of course they should be. The ones who aren't are the weird ones. At least she’s got the basics down.”
I was trembling as I looked up at the two men. A woman’s soft body, unsuitable for combat. I felt the humiliation and condemnation of having my breasts—flesh meant for appealing to men rather than muscles for fighting—trampled upon.
A feeling I couldn't experience while dressed as a man. A sense of obedience that naturally arises while being disciplined by a superior male as an inferior female. The feeling of being dominated, like a beast being raised by a human. The defeat of being a hero who, despite only falling for a villain’s trick, was being humiliated by innocent citizens.
“You go first, Detective. I already used her mouth-pussy earlier.”
“No, you’re the one who tipped me off, so how can I go first? I’ll use the mouth-pussy, so it’s only right that you use the pussy.”
The helplessness of having others decide what to do with my precious parts without even asking for my opinion. It was as if it were being confirmed that the female holes attached to my body were no longer my property, but public equipment shared by everyone.
“A-A police officer, the staff of the people… is it okay to do this…?!”
“Of course we shouldn't do this to a female citizen. But you’re a cop, aren't you?”
The moment my last, forced resistance crumbled helplessly.
“If you volunteered to be the Public Onahole, then shut up and spread your legs.”
……All I felt was an unsurpassable sense of excitement.