Chapter 148: Public Onahole (3)
Chapter 148: Public Onahole (3)
Once the threesome was over, I had to personally wipe up the semen Detective Choi and the gangster had spilled on the floor, along with the love juice and urine I’d leaked myself. Internally, I felt a mix of anticipation and dread, wondering if they’d tell me to lick it all up, but fortunately, they weren't quite that harsh.
However, a future far more grueling than licking the floor awaited me. Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine.
"What are you standing around for? Get to wiping."
Detective Choi tossed me some tissues and sat down in a chair. With the gangster leaning against the wall and Detective Choi seated, I felt a strange thrill being the only one prostrate on the floor, as if I were performing a deep kowtow. It was even more arousing when Detective Choi stretched out his legs and used my back as a footstool.
"Haa, haaa..."
Before long, I forgot about wiping the floor and became fully immersed in my role as a footstool.
Whenever Detective Choi crossed his legs, I shifted my body to match the new position of his feet. Reading the room, I even adjusted my height, slightly arching my back upward. Whereas I had previously been flat against the ground with my chest touching the floor, I now supported myself on my elbows and knees, standing on all fours like a bitch.
Wait, should I have made a mistake on purpose?
If I hadn't read the atmosphere and stayed still when he moved his feet, a harsh switch would have surely come flying my way. Whether it was a verbal lashing or a physical one, it didn't matter. Since I had the kind of constitution that got even more excited when punished, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret—but these two men did not disappoint.
Reasons for punishment can always be manufactured. The important thing was that I was being disciplined; the reason itself was trivial.
"I told you to wipe the floor, so why are you just following my feet around? You stupid bitch."
"She really is a hopeless toilet-girl. Getting her pussy all wet just from being stepped on by a man."
"I'm sorry...! Whether it's hands or feet, as long as it's a man's body touching me, I've developed a habit of squirting juice and getting ready to take a cock...!!"
The Common Sense Alteration Zone awakens the beastly nature and dominant male instincts that any man is forced to hide within himself to fit into society. Detective Choi and the gangster were textbook examples.
That meant that outside this interrogation room—throughout the entire police station—all the male officers... and even the criminals locked in other cells... had been completely transformed by the Common Sense Alteration into males who viewed a female cop like me as nothing more than a meat toilet.
Not just one or two of these sexual monsters... but dozens...?
Perhaps the history of Magical Girl Floss would end here today. Not in a desperate battle against a giant monster, nor sacrificing herself at the end of a duel with a villain trying to destroy the world.
It wouldn't be the noble end that every hero dreams of.
Instead, it would be because she couldn't abandon her masochistic fetish for defeat addiction, entering a Common Sense Alteration Zone in her civilian form due to her perverted desires, only to die from a ruptured uterus during a gangbang.
If that "Magical Girl," a transcendent being among superhumans, were to die from the cocks of ordinary people who had simply been consumed by lust after being targeted by a hypnotist villain...
...Such a ridiculously vulgar and lowly cause of death might be written on my tombstone.
"Hey, you... what did you say your name was? I don't really remember, so I'll just call you 'Toilet-girl.'"
"Yes! Thank you♡ A name isn't important for a toilet-girl like me!"
Despite my nervous, pounding heart, I reacted instantly to Detective Choi's voice. I chose words that belittled myself and satisfied his desire for dominance.
"Good that you know. Before I introduce you to the others as the official police station public meat toilet, there’s some prep work to do."
"Prep work...?"
"It won't take long. You just need to change into the uniform I’m about to bring. Your current clothes... well, you know. They don't suit a meat toilet."
I looked at my pants, which had been discarded and left crumpled on the floor long ago, then stroked my shirt, which had its buttons popped and the front torn because my breasts had suddenly grown so large.
"A meat toilet should wear a uniform that suits a meat toilet."
"Loyalty...♡"
I saluted with a smile that looked like I was overwhelmed with happiness.
*
Step, step.
After changing into the uniform Detective Choi brought, I left the interrogation room and headed toward the rest of the station, where everyone didn't yet know I had become a meat toilet.
The uniform was, of course, a female police officer's uniform. The skirt version, naturally. It goes without saying that pants make it difficult for a man to just pull them aside and shove it in. Even pulling pants down to the ankles can cause someone to trip, so it’s cleaner to just have them off entirely.
—Let's act like a proper, brand-new meat toilet.
Since the breast-reduction effect had worn off, I had also changed into a proper women's uniform top to replace the one that had torn when my breasts suddenly grew. While walking around with them exposed wouldn't have been bad, Detective Choi seemed to want to avoid letting the other officers know he had secretly used the "toilet" first.
However, the uniform wasn't the only thing I was wearing. With every step I took, a metallic clink-clank echoed from my wrists. I also couldn't ignore the sensation tightening around my neck. It meant that accessories—handcuffs and a leash—had come along with the uniform.
"Could I have everyone's attention for a moment?"
Ahem, ahem. After clearing his throat a few times, Detective Choi shouted loudly enough for everyone to hear. Most weren't interested and looked at him with bored eyes, wondering what he was up to, but the moment they turned around, the angle of their heads shifted ever so slightly.
Everyone is looking at me...!
This wasn't just self-consciousness. My pussy, my womb, and my nipples were all reacting. The eyes of so many men. Each gaze felt like a sharp spear piercing my body, and I found myself getting worked up all over again.
It wasn't surprising that the officers, who had intended to give Detective Choi only a fleeting glance, were now fully focused. After all, a female cop who shouldn't be at this station—and a top-tier pussy-bitch with huge tits and a fat ass at that—was standing right next to him.
They're probably all expecting it.
I could see their inner thoughts just by looking at their eyes. In this police station, it was common sense that female cops were meat toilets. And this "something that might be human or might be a toilet" standing next to Detective Choi was wearing a police uniform and was undeniably female based on her figure. It was easy enough for them to guess what I was.
Looking at those expectant gazes, I could tell just how much they needed me.
A pussy-bitch they could fuck instead of their wives when they couldn't go home because of overtime. A toilet-girl they could use when they had to pee urgently and didn't want to walk to the bathroom. A female animal they could beat while shoving their cocks inside when they were stressed.
I could feel them looking at me as a female hole that could be used for any purpose.
"Some of you might have seen her passing by, but a terrible crime occurred in our station today. A rookie female cop, who should have been serving as a sexual relief meat toilet for all male officers and citizens, had the audacity to go around disguised as a man because she was afraid of the duties given to her."
"W-what?!"
"How could she do something so crazy...?!"
Exclamations erupted from the people who, just moments ago, had seemed indifferent to Detective Choi's words. It seemed everyone had already guessed who the culprit of this "heinous crime" was.
"But that wicked female cop was eventually caught by my hands. She thought she was clever by cross-dressing, but like the pathetic, weak-pussy bitch she is, her disguise was so crude I saw through it instantly. She struggled and resisted, but I succeeded in subduing her."
"E-heeeek...♡!"
"Come here!"
Detective Choi wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, showing my backside to everyone. Without stopping there, as if demonstrating how he had subdued me, he flipped up my skirt and slapped my bare buttocks—which weren't wearing any panties. He hit me hard enough to leave bright red handprints on my skin.
"I'm s-sowwy...♡ For daring to dress as a man and trying to deceive you gentlemen... k-khhh♡ I sincerely a-apologize...!"
"However, she has now been thoroughly re-educated and reborn as a police station public meat toilet who knows her place. After a brief self-introduction, she will be placed in a holding cell for everyone to use."
"Haa... my butt is burning...♡ It hurts, it hurts... hng♡ The, the leash...! If you pull it so suddenly... huaang♡"
Detective Choi didn't just tap me; he struck my buttocks violently, several times in a row. I let out a moan, feeling like I was about to burst into tears. Of course, that only stoked his anger, leading to twice the punishment.
"S-self-introduction... khhht♡...! H-hello... my name is... ngyat, hu-aaht...♡!"
"Stupid bitch. I told you nobody cares about your name, didn't I?"
"Y-yes! That's wight... hgyaaak♡"
As I spun around to face forward for the introduction, I made another slip of the tongue and got slapped across the breasts. Despite being so aroused by the breast-spanking—which hurt even more than the ones on my butt—that pussy juice was dripping down, I continued to speak while trembling.
"As the Detective said... I am a brainless pussy-bitch who was caught trying to wickedly dress as a man and pretend to be a male officer...! I'm a piece of human trash who tried to evade my duties because I was scared of taking on sexual relief as my primary task, not even realizing I'd be caught...!"
A massive wave of jeers erupted as if every officer had become a spectator. Most were mocking, but some were filled with genuine disgust and anger. I was terrified even imagining how they would treat me later.
"But now...! I have realized my duty and have been completed as a public meat toilet for the police... as the Public Onahole...! I won't stop at just sexual relief as a job; I will dedicate my entire life to it...!"
But they all had one thing in common. They were staring intently at my full breasts—no longer shrunk by magic—and my hips and ass that looked like they could easily birth several children, and my crotch that was currently dripping with pussy juice. Every single one of them was thinking about being the first to fuck this meat toilet.
"I will become the best meat toilet solely for extracting semen, for cocks, and for ejaculation...! Please wash away my sins with your white fluids, seniors...! I will do my best from now on, so please, I beg for your guidance and discipline...!"
My self-introduction ended with a desperate plea. From my perspective, these were lines delivered with total sincerity, enough to be called a "Meat Toilet Declaration," but no one clapped or cheered. They didn't jeer like they did when my "crime" was first revealed, either.
"Pfft, puhahahaha!"
"What kind of retard is this?! Kuhahahaha!"
"Is she seriously getting turned over saying that? Look at the pussy juice spilling out while she talks, pfft, khahaha!"
Instead, what followed was an explosion of laughter and ridicule. They mocked me, found me hilarious, and looked down on me. My face turned beet red as I remained in a dogeza pose, but I could understand them. After all, if there were a toilet that could move and confess its sins, I wouldn't be able to stop laughing out of sheer novelty either.
"U-um, if anyone would like to use me right away..."
When I braved the shame and urged them to treat me like a meat toilet, someone stepped forward with long strides.
"Get up."
"Y-yes... eek?!"
"Fascinating. How the hell did you hide these tits? Well, doesn't matter now."
It was the Reckless Detective, the one who had first hugged me and felt up my chest to see if I was a man or a woman. I tried to bow my head to apologize for deceiving him again, but the detective grabbed my leash and yanked it immediately.
"Khiiiik?!"
"What are the rules of use?"
"U-um... to keep things clean for others, condom use is encouraged... oh, except for the mouth-pussy...!"
"Then I'll take the mouth-pussy. You said the holding cell over there?"
"Huh? Yes...! Wait, if you pull that hard, I'll chok— k-kuheek♡"
The detective dragged me into the holding cell. The cold, hard floor greeted me, but thinking that this cell would be my private office for sexual relief from now on made me feel strangely attached to it.
While I performed my duty of relieving the detective's lust with a throat-pussy blowjob service, the crowd outside the cell grew. it reminded me of a long line in front of a famous amusement park ride. Young patrol officers and elderly detectives alike had all come to satisfy their respective tastes using me.
So, all those people out there are violent males...?
No way. There's no way I can endure this.
Even if I only take one at a time, if I deal with that many in a row...
Surely, something inside me will break...!!
*
However, contrary to my fears, nothing broke.
"Thank you for using the meat toilet♡ Hehe, please come again♡"
While I became covered in semen dealing with an uncountable number of men, I had unknowingly adapted completely to being the police station's public meat toilet.
Of course, the line in front of the holding cell showed no signs of getting shorter.
Come to think of it, didn't I have a mission to handle...?
Eh, whatever. This feels too good, so I'll just put it off for a bit♡