Chapter 150: Public Onahole (5)
Chapter 150: Public Onahole (5)
The Police Chief stepped into the holding cell. Despite his age, he was glancing around excessively, looking confused as if wondering if this was really okay. Seeing him like that made wicked thoughts sprout in my mind.
I want to corrupt him... ♡
No, no, wait. It’s not a good thing to turn an innocent person into a total pervert like me. I tried to tell myself to hold back, but my excitement wouldn't settle down. After all, men as straight-laced as him were a rare breed.
In a way, this was a contest. If he admitted that my pussy felt good, he would toss aside the old "true" common sense—that female cops were useless—and accept the newly added function of female officers. He would succumb to the newly altered common sense.
Of course, if I failed to satisfy him, he’d believe his past judgment was right after all.
However, I didn't have the slightest fear of losing this match. As a woman much younger than him—young enough that "girl" was a more fitting term—bringing middle-aged men to their knees was far too easy. As long as they weren't monsters like the Association Chairman with his out-of-spec giant cock, that is.
...Well, I’ve had my share of "mind-melting" bad endings after being this confident, but let’s ignore that for now.
"Hello, Chief♡ Which hole would you like to use for your sexual relief?"
"I... Ahem...! I didn't come here to do something as low-class as 'sexual relief' like those other fools."
"Oh? Then you shouldn't be here. There’s a line of people waiting behind you. If you insist, I can take your other waste too, but either way, this is a semen urinal♡"
The Chief’s square, upright face turned a mottled shade of red and purple. It looked like my provocation had hit the mark. Snorting heavily, he grabbed my tits aggressively—or to put it more politely, "manfully"—perhaps already under the influence of the Common Sense Alteration Zone.
"Ahhh♡ If you grab my breasts like that...!"
"Silence. What I’m doing isn't sexual relief; it’s an equipment inspection. As the Police Chief, I am merely testing this new 'semen urinal' item."
"Ah, so that’s how it is?"
I immediately followed up, my eyes sparkling like an innocent girl who knew nothing.
"What happens if I pass the test? Will you apologize to the other officers for not introducing such useful female cop meat toilets sooner?"
"That is..."
"I’m all alone, and the line is getting so long. If there were three—no, even just two more of us—the wait wouldn't be this bad."
"H-Hmph. Your mental state is already rotten. Whining because your job is hard? This is exactly why female cops are..."
"Oh, not at all. I’m not thinking about myself. I’m just worried about the users having to wait so long."
My mouth, which I thought had all its stat points invested only in blowjobs, prattled on, provoking the Chief. It felt like I knew exactly what fate awaited me at the end of this taunting. And because I knew, I think I looked forward to it even more.
"Shut up. Instead of flapping your gums, start sucking and get it up. Don't ask what happens if you pass; ask what happens if you fail. How arrogant."
"I apologize for being arrogant to a user when I'm just a meat toilet♡ Then, as ordered, I shall begin my throat-pussy blowjob service♡"
The moment I finished speaking, I lunged and took his cock into my mouth. This mouth-pussy had already sucked nearly ten cocks to ejaculation today alone. Despite that, this cheat-tier, blowjob-specialized mouth-pussy didn't feel loose or tired at all as it coiled around the Chief’s cock.
"Ngh, mgh...?!"
I swirled my tongue around the ridge between the glans and the shaft, tightening my lips to stimulate the base. Thinking that wasn't enough, I bobbed my head back and forth while flicking the tip of my tongue against his urethra.
Most men would be on the verge of cumming from this alone, but the Chief was quite resilient. And I don't just mean he wasn't cumming. The more I sucked, the more the cock in my mouth expanded and hardened.
"Chubuu... kuuh... hngh...! J-Juuuooop...♡"
I swallowed him deep, all the way to the back of my throat, coating him in so much glistening saliva that the pungent male scent was replaced by my own smell before I pulled back. As I repeated this process, tears and snot began to flow. Saliva overflowed from my mouth, trailing down my lips and dripping away.
"Hngh, hngngh..."
"Y-You crazy bitch...!"
Since I couldn't breathe through my mouth while sucking him, I had to breathe through my nose. But even the warm puffs of air from my nostrils seemed to be an incredible stimulus for the Chief’s cock. It wouldn't have been enough on its own, but combined with everything else, it was overwhelming.
"Jop... jyorororop~♡ Jwaaaap...!"
I didn't care about the lewd, filthy noises my saliva made. I didn't use the trick of looking up to meet his eyes to stimulate his sense of male superiority. I didn't even masturbate by rubbing my pussy—partly because of the handcuffs, but still.
I focused entirely on the cock, fulfilling my duty as a blowjob service meat toilet.
"Stop... stop...! You pass the test, so stop already...!!"
The Chief grabbed my hair and tried to push me away. But the more he did, the more I clung to his cock. Pressing against his thick thighs, I performed a deep-throat skill, thrusting his cock to the very depths of my gullet.
"Mphuub♡ Guhok, kagh... chubuu...!"
The cock poked my uvula, making my stomach churn. Because I swallowed so deeply, my nose—my only means of breathing—was buried in his pubic hair, making it incredibly itchy. In the midst of that, seeing the thick hair swaying like grass in a meadow from my breath almost made me giggle.
"I-I'm cumming...!!"
In the end, the Chief, who had been trying to pull his hips back, lost his mind to my mouth-pussy service and prepared to blow. I could feel the semen boiling up from his heavy balls, ready for launch. It was a sensation I could feel because our bodies were connected from his cock to my mouth.
The hand that had been pressing my forehead to push me away had shifted to the back of my head, and the waist he had tried to pull back was now thrusting forward, burying his cock in the deepest part of my mouth-pussy.
Splurt—! Sssshhh—!
I didn't even need to move my mouth to swallow. The semen erupting from the cock already shoved down my esophagus fell in a straight line into my stomach. Into a stomach already churning with the mixed DNA of the previous users who had ordered me to swallow their loads, another man's seed was added.
Hehe.
I kept the cock, which was slowly softening, in my mouth and smiled with my eyes. Since a cock is sensitive right after ejaculation, I didn't suck hard, but my tongue was busy inside my mouth, cleaning up the remaining semen.
See? I told you I was useful.
Though I had climaxed three times while the Chief came once. And those were orgasms reached without even touching my nipples or pussy—purely from the intense scent of his cock and the arousal triggered by the breathlessness of deep-throating.
In fact, even now, love juice was dripping from between my crouching legs like a leaky faucet. My pussy was truly "well-watered," equipped with a spray mode, a water gun mode, and now a faucet mode.
If this had been an Orgasm Denial Contest, I would have utterly lost.
But the win or loss of this match depended entirely on whether the Chief was satisfied or not. So, for now, I could call it my victory. Hadn't he just said I passed the test and told me to stop? I heard it loud and clear with my own two ears.
"Hehe, how was it? Chief, do you recognize the necessity of female cops now?"
"Ngh, ugh... I'm cumming...!"
"Huh?! Again?"
My confusion was brief. Like Pavlov's dog, I instinctively bit down on his cock again. Hearing a man shout that he was cumming had become my cue to take it in my mouth. It was the posture of a true bitch.
My body moved instantly, but my brain couldn't keep up. How could he cum again right after just finishing?
Especially given his age, the Chief’s cock had just gone limp and died right after the first shot. I liked small, soft cocks too because they were cute, but I knew from my experience as both a man and a woman that you couldn't ejaculate in that state.
Wait, if it’s not semen... could it be?
Semen isn't the only thing a man can discharge through his urethra. The moment that thought occurred to me, I knew the answer. And the moment I sensed what was coming, it became reality.
Shhhhhhh—
The sound of a refreshing waterfall. Except it was echoing inside my mouth.
An amount of urine, incomparable to the volume of semen, poured into my throat. Startled, my eyes flew wide and my body trembled, but I couldn't pull my mouth away. Perhaps I was too immersed in the role of a meat toilet, or perhaps I was afraid of what would happen if I ran away now.
What if he scolded me, asking how a toilet couldn't even handle piss? I wanted to make the Chief recognize the meat toilet function of female cops and make him regret it, but if I ran away, wouldn't the "test pass" be revoked?
...And besides, if I didn't take it, the floor of the holding cell—my office—would be covered in piss, wouldn't it?
As those thoughts swirled, the Chief’s stream finally began to taper off. Unlike semen, the volume of urine was so great that I had to swallow continuously without stopping to keep it from overflowing. I hadn't eaten anything, yet I felt full.
"Mgh, ugh...!"
I almost gagged, but I forced it down. My stomach, already full of swallowed semen, was now mixed with the pungent smell of piss; it was no wonder I was struggling. Even I thought it was impressive that I didn't throw up.
"A-Are you alright...? I did that without thinking..."
"Phew... haaa...!"
I struggled to catch my breath. The fishy smell of semen and the stench of piss were rising from my stomach—the absolute worst smell a proper woman should ever have coming from her mouth—so I covered my mouth with my hand.
Even in this state, I felt a sense of wonder at myself for prioritizing the user's feelings over my own, true to the spirit of a meat toilet. I was amazed at just how far I could fall. I didn't make any disgusting noises, and I even held back a burp because I didn't think he'd like it.
In that state, I spat out the answer a meat toilet was supposed to give. Still covering my mouth, of course.
"E-Ehehe... it’s okay... drinking a little piss is, well..."
"...Really?"
"Of course...! Since I’ve confirmed to the Chief that the function of a female cop isn't just a semen urinal but a regular urinal too, I’ve certainly shown off my capabilities♡"
When I spoke with a shy smile, the Chief let out a hollow laugh. He looked like a man who had finally accepted that his past self was completely wrong. My pussy throbbed at the realization that I had dragged a decent man into a bizarre sexual fetish.
"Anyway, I didn't know the Chief liked this kind of thing..."
"W-What do you mean I liked it?"
"You know what I mean. Having a girl the age of your daughter gulp down your semen and drink your pouring piss. By the way, even if I’m treated like a meat toilet, my body will digest all of this and only absorb the healthy nutrients, right...?"
"......"
"Well, semen contains protein, after all. The semen the users spread will become protein for my hair, nails, bones, and skin... and the piss the Chief fed me will become moisture and turn into my blood, won't it...?"
I slowly stood up, approached him, and whispered in his ear.
"A girl whose entire body is made of juices from a cock... if that’s not a meat toilet, what is...?♡"
The Chief couldn't hold back any longer. He had entered under the guise of a "test," so he had intended to only use my mouth-pussy and not insert it into the lower holes. That would make it "actual" sexual relief.
But since he had already recognized sexual relief as my primary duty, and since he had judged that a meat toilet like me with these functions was useful, there was no reason not to utilize the pussy function. It was a waste not to use it. His cock hardening again was the logical conclusion of that thought process.
"One condom."
"Heehee♡ Will you use my pussy? Or my back pussy?"
I turned around, grabbed my butt with both hands, and spread it to show him both holes. The Chief, now wearing a condom, aimed for my soaking wet pussy before correcting his course and thrusting into my back pussy.
"I have a wife, so sticking it in your pussy would be an affair. I shall use you solely for the purpose of semen disposal."
"Thank you...♡ Please use my soft, tight anal pussy to your heart's content...!"
He really was an upright man to the end. Refusing to use the pussy because it would be an affair.
But breaking that resolve was the best part. This time, I decided my goal would be to make him shout that my anal pussy felt better than his wife’s pussy.
"Oh... ohhh♡ Your cock is amazing...!!"
...Well, the moment the cock was shoved in, my eyes rolled back, and I couldn't hear a word he said after that.
*
"Ehehe, ahhh... hngh...♡"
After the Police Chief, I had to handle the sexual desires of countless other officers. There were even criminals like the gangster uncle among the users. The homeless men, in particular, caused a fuss by trying to go in without condoms, so I had a hard time soothing them.
The other officers truly saw me as nothing more than a toilet; they didn't help or intervene, even when they saw criminals breaking the "one at a time" rule to gang-rape me.
I felt a bit sorrowful then, but the fact that my body shivered with pleasure at the feeling of being ignored proved that I was quite the pervert myself.
"I guess... it’s about time... to go..."
Most of the officers had clocked out, those on overtime had gone home, and the criminals were fast asleep. In the dead of night at the police station, where no one was awake except for the night shift, I stood up on trembling legs.
Should I go, or should I stay?
I had enjoyed myself for exactly one day. Since destroying the Common Sense Alteration Zone was as easy as removing the Core, I wondered if I could just relax and enjoy myself for one more day. On the other hand, I was worried that everyone else might have finished their missions and gathered already.
What if they all come looking for me because I’m the only one missing?
If that happened, the Operator or the Queen would see me in a pathetic state. Moreover, I was currently in my civilian form, not my Magical Girl form. The moment they caught me, the separation between my hero life and my civilian life would become impossible.
"Ahhh... I can't decide..."
I agonized between reason and instinct, gripping the bars of the holding cell with both hands. It was even more agonizing because I knew I could twist these bars and walk out whenever I wanted.
...But then, I saw someone entering the police station entrance, which should have been locked.
Who?
The answer came quickly. You’d have to be a fool not to recognize that physique. At the appearance of the man every hero knew, I let out a long sigh.
"Haa, at least it’s you, Uncle. I’m glad it was you who found me."
"What’s with the sigh? Looking at the state of you, I’m the one who wants to sigh."
"...Ehehe."
"I rushed here first because I was worried, and yet, tsk tsk. I guess there’s no point in raising a daughter after all."
Still, hearing that he was worried about me made me feel good for some reason, and I gave him an embarrassed smile.