If You Enter the Men's Restroom, You'll Pay the Price
The moment Hayeon recognized me, her eyes flooded with pure shock. That pale, delicate face of hers went rigid in an instant.
"Y-you…! How did you even… follow me here?"
I strolled toward her with an easy smile. My footsteps echoed sharply off the tiled walls, unnaturally loud in the empty restroom. At the sound, Hayeon's shoulders flinched hard.
It was just the two of us in this space. Hands casually in my pockets, I nodded with complete confidence.
"A girl walked into the men's restroom, so I followed. You know this is a crime, right?"
Hayeon's lips trembled. She looked like she wanted to spit out some excuse, but nothing came; she just bit down hard on her lower lip.
I took another step closer. The faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air between us and nothing else.
"So you do know it's a crime. That's why you checked every direction so carefully before coming in."
I dropped my voice low, murmuring right beside her ear.
"Kh…."
"Then you already know this too, don't you? A woman entering a men's restroom is a serious felony. 'Trespassing in a male restroom and attempted sexual harassment'—that's guaranteed prison time. Even if you scream you're a guy the whole time you're locked up, who the hell is going to believe you?"
I kept closing the distance while painting her bleak future for her.
"You'll just be written off as a crazy pervert sex offender. Instant expulsion from the academy, and you'll wear that label for the rest of your life. You know how society treats sex offenders, right?"
Sex criminals who harassed or assaulted men were socially dead. Forget employment—even basic daily life became nearly impossible. Everyone looked at them like garbage, and the government kept them under constant watch for any weird behavior. That was why their suicide rates were famously high.
Every word I spoke drove into Hayeon like a blade. Her face drained of all color. Her skin was already so pale it was hard to tell if the blood had left it, but the terror violently shaking her pupils was impossible to hide.
After a long silence, she started stammering out an excuse.
"Th-that's not it, I-I just… because I'm a guy, I was just trying to use the men's restroom since I'm a guy…."
It was both hilarious and pitiful. A mental illness that made her believe she was male—just how desperately had she wanted to be a man to end up like this? Had her parents said something like, "Why weren't you born a boy?"
"You know that's a mental illness, right?"
"No, no! I'm not crazy! I'm a real man! I even have a dick!"
"People with schizophrenia and stuff never realize they're sick either."
I clicked my tongue, remembering the physical exam. Trying to convince a girl who looked at her own clitoris and insisted it was a cock was a complete waste of time. I steered the conversation back to prison.
"Just walking into a men's restroom is fifteen years minimum. And if I scream right now that you tried to rape me? You'll rot in a cell for the rest of your life."
Hayeon clenched her teeth at that. Rage and fear mixed in the glare she shot me.
"Are you… threatening me right now?"
I beamed and answered.
"Took you long enough to notice."
After dithering, Hayeon finally hung her head. The look on her face said she regretted stepping into the men's restroom with every fiber of her being.
Click!
A sharp shutter sound rang from my phone. I snapped a photo that clearly captured both the urinals that only exist in men's rooms and Hayeon herself.
"Evidence secured. Title… how about 'Sex Offender Who Tried to Jump a High-School Guy in the Men's Restroom, Failed, and Now Regrets It'?"
I held the photo up right in front of her eyes.
"Should I send this to the student council right now? Or just dump it in the class group chat with 'Look what our classmate is doing in the men's restroom'? Or… should I just call the cops?"
"Hey…!"
Panicking, Hayeon lunged to snatch the phone. But before her hand could reach me, mine closed around her breast first.
Thud.
The sensation was wrong. Instead of the soft flesh from last time, something hard and stiff met my palm.
"Kyaaah!"
Hayeon shrieked, clutching her chest and collapsing to the floor right where she stood.
I set aside the feel of her chest for now and put on an angry face.
"Huh. Trying to steal my phone? Want me to really scream and turn you into an attempted rapist? Want to rot in prison forever?"
At my icy tone, Hayeon frantically shook her head and apologized.
"I-I'm sorry…."
I folded my arms and refused to accept it. Seeing that, Hayeon clenched her fists and asked in a trembling voice,
"What… do you want from me?"
"Finally asking the right question."
My eyes raked over every inch of her body. Unlike the other girls, Hayeon had never allowed me to look at her like this—so this was pure eye-rape.
"Clothes off, first. What the hell are you wearing under there? Did you stuff rocks in your bra or something?"
At those words her whole body flinched and trembled. She looked up at me as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"M-my body was the goal? Why? There are so many other girls—why me of all people…!"
I stepped closer and gently stroked her chin. What a pretty face. The face itself was a turn-on. She was so cute I couldn't hold back from putting my hands on her.
In a world where men held all the power, being this beautiful while hating men was basically a curse.
"Because watching you defy a man is adorable."
Hayeon's mouth fell open; she stared at me in disbelief.
"That's… all?"
"Yeah. I want to break that personality of yours."
I was already getting tired of explaining further, so I spoke with my eyes instead. Shut up and start stripping already.
"Y-you piece of trash…!"
Hayeon cursed me even as she reluctantly began to undress. Watching her hate every second of it made me grin.
"Well, who told you to walk into a men's restroom? Now that I think about it, a sex-offender bitch calling a man trash is pretty rich, don't you think?"
She scowled at my crude language but slowly pulled off her navy sweatshirt. It was almost fascinating. Because of the delusion that she was a man, she hated stripping in front of a guy—yet her sex drive was intact enough that she still jerked off in secret in her room.
If I hadn't caught her weakness right here in the men's restroom, she probably would have kept resisting the whole way. Looking at her personality, if I forced a blowjob on her she might even bite.
Once the sweatshirt came off, instead of a bra, white compression bandages were revealed. She had wrapped them so tightly that the huge breasts I'd seen during the physical exam looked almost flat.
"Bandages off too."
She hesitated for a second, but in the end she obeyed. The moment she grabbed the end of the bandage and started unwinding, the flesh that had been crushed down surged free as if it couldn't stand the confinement any longer.
No wonder her chest had looked so small while she was dressed. Just how good were these bandages?
"Huu…."
At last, an enormous pair of tits came into view. Slim waist, big ass, and massive breasts—an unrealistically fuckable body. Even in an academy overflowing with hot girls, few had a figure as perfect as Hayeon's.
I almost whistled, then decided it looked too much like some old anime protagonist and just stared instead. Unaccustomed to a man's gaze, Hayeon blushed and tried to half-cover her chest with her arms. When I widened my eyes at her, she flinched and lowered them.
And then…
Twitch.
Both of her nipples stiffened as if embarrassed. The simple fact that a man was watching her had turned her on.
Hayeon realized her nipples had gotten hard on their own and her face went scarlet. The instant I saw those erect nipples I closed in. She tried to back away, but cold tile was already against her back; there was nowhere to run.
I reached out and poked her areola.
Press.
"Hngh…!"
That alone made Hayeon moan and shudder. I circled the finger still pressing her areola and sneered.
"What a ridiculous level of perversion… Getting your nipples hard just from being looked at by a man?"
She had nothing to say and only fidgeted.
"Don't touch me…."
She whispered it timidly in a tiny voice, but I ignored her completely and ordered,
"Pants off too."
With no choice, Hayeon peeled off her beige wide-leg slacks as well. From behind, the fabric had clung to her big ass in a way that was insanely hot. Underneath, though, she was wearing plain white boxer briefs. She was playing the "I'm a guy" identity so hard she'd even put on men's underwear—what a shame.
"Starting tomorrow you wear panties."
At my command she nodded and lightly covered her pussy with one hand.
"You gonna move that hand or what?"
As I said it I grabbed her breasts again.
"Hnn…!"
Even while clearly feeling it, she only twitched her hand and refused to pull it away. Apparently she really wanted to protect that pussy. Well, of course—once something was shoved inside it she would have no choice but to feel that she was a woman, not a man. Naturally she wanted to hide it however she could.
I had zero reason to humor her, though. Before she knew it I was standing even closer. Because of the height difference she had to look up at me. I released her breasts and slowly slid both thick hands downward. From her tits they traveled over her ribs and along her flanks in a leisurely caress. That gentle touch made her flinch and try to shake my hands off, but of course she failed.
"I'll let you in on a secret."
I spoke kindly.
"If you resist, it only comes back twice as hard."
With that I forcibly yanked away the hand covering her pussy.
"Ah! N-no!"
Then I thrust two fingers straight into Hayeon's cunt.
Squish!
Just as expected, this perverted bitch's pussy was already soaked.
"Hngh-uuuh…!"