No Men's Bathroom? Girls Make Perfect Urinals
“Hey, Lazar? You know that pussy training we did yesterday... are we doing it again today?”
Right before heading to the academy, Rine asked me indirectly.
“Yeah, I was planning on it. Why? You don't wanna?”
“No! It's not that... I was just worried you might find it a hassle. It was kinda tough, sure... but it's all for my future, right? I should be grateful, not hate it.”
Rine glanced down shyly, rubbing her thighs together.
Even after I toyed with her so harshly yesterday, here she was the next day, already itching for more abuse. What a masochistic bitch to the bone. Makes it all worthwhile.
“Nah, playing with your pussy was a blast. If you're cool with it, I'd love to keep training you.”
“R-Really!? Oh... hehe, I'm so happy.”
Rine was genuinely thrilled and embarrassed, twirling her long hair around her finger.
Of course, all the other pussies were soaked for me too, but they each had their own personalities and wouldn't submit unconditionally. The fun was in pounding that defiance out of them with my cock.
But among those pussy sluts, Rine was exceptionally obedient. That's why I planned to make her my first real fuck.
“This time, we'll advance things—train your pussy directly with my cock. Nothing beats real action for toughening you up, right?”
“Eek!? For real?”
“What? You against it?”
“N-No, it's not that... You're still a virgin with girls, right? Is it really okay if I'm your first...?”
Normally, the roles would be reversed, but Rine seemed genuinely apologetic about being my first. Though her eyes sparkled with massive excitement too—adorable.
“It's fine. Who knows how many pussies I'll devour from now on? What does it matter which one I pop first? Don't worry about it.”
I said it like a boss, but really, it meant she was just one of the countless bitches I'd fuck senseless. Trash talk so savage, even I was impressed.
In response, Rine gushed, “Lazar, you're so cool! Kinda... hot, actually...”
Not sarcasm—just pure awe at my coolness. Unreal.
“Ahem. Anyway! Tonight, I'll discipline you personally with my cock, so no masturbating during lunch. Got it?”
Of course, I'd be free to use other girls for my relief.
“Y-Yeah! Got it. I'll hold out hard this time. Gotta build tolerance so I don't cave to your Big Dick so easily—skipping masturbation should be doable!”
Oh, right—that was the setup? Whatever, it'd fizzle out soon anyway.
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“Lazar? A word, please.”
“? What's up, teach?”
I'd arrived early, killing time, when Johanna called me over. Curious, I followed her, and she shoved some kind of switch into my hand.
Oh? This looks familiar. No hesitation—I cranked it to max.
Click★-Bzzzzyyyyyy!-
A faint vibration if you focused. Sure enough, Johanna let out a dumb “Nngh!” and clamped down on her pencil skirt.
“Nngh... I hadn't even explained yet, and you just fiddle with it like that? Isn't that a bit too reckless?”
“Can't help being curious. So, what's this? Spill.”
“I-I'll explain, so turn it off first.”
“Nah. It's in my hand now—basically mine. I'll just leave it on while you talk.”
At my arrogant tone, Johanna glared daggers. But that's all she could do. With a sigh of defeat, she explained.
“It's a call button. If you need sexual relief like yesterday, just flip it up from your seat. I'll come right away.”
“Oho, super convenient. But couldn't you just text or call?”
“Cell phones are banned on academy grounds.”
Proper teacher talk from my personal onahole.
“Plus, with a phone, I might miss it for some reason. So...”
Johanna hiked up her own pencil skirt. Her panties were already soaked, with a pink wire poking out.
Just as I thought~
“Like this—flip my rotor switch, and I'll react instantly, no matter where I am. No chance of missing your call by accident.”
True enough. But bragging about it with her head held high? Weird flex.
Phones banned, but rotors okay?
“Got it, teach? If you're horny for relief, always use this switch to summon me. Masturbation room is still off-limits.”
“Yeah, yeah. So I can flip it anytime I'm in the mood? Even during class?”
“Of course! No. Focus on class. Have some pride as a Royal Sage Women's Academy student.”
“Bummer.”
Fair enough—she had teaching duties and classes too. Dragging her around nonstop for my dick would be inconsiderate.
I got it completely.
“Understood. No flipping during class, then.”
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Third period, during class. I excused myself to the bathroom and slipped into the hall, cranking the rotor to max.
I'd promised not to call during class, but moods change. Besides, I never specified where I'd wait.
No obligation to twiddle thumbs in class. I strolled the empty hallway leisurely.
Then I spotted a girl emerging from the bathroom.
Oh right—I'd used the bathroom excuse. Fake or not, might as well use it.
“Hey. Got a sec?”
“Huh? A guy?”
My presence hadn't fully sunk in yet—cadets overreacted to me. Just treat me like any other student.
Red twintails in drills. Feisty eyes, decent tits. Asymmetric thigh-highs—one side only. Cute style.
Plenty good enough for a toilet.
To seem friendly, I threw an arm around her shoulders. Fellow students, right?
“What's your name? Year and class?”
“What the—? Don't get all buddy-buddy! I'll kill you!”
Tough talk. “Kill you”? Not ladylike for an academy girl—noble or prodigy.
And ignoring my question. Time for the ol' listening technique.
Nail her nipple lightly with one hand, rub the leotard cameltoe with the other?
“Eeeeek!!??♥♥♥ Wh-What are you doing♥ Stop right now♥! Y-You're a stranger, why so handsy♥♥”
Easy as pie. Not even touching her pussy—just over the fabric—and her juices were already sticky on my fingers.
Mouthing “stop” but no real resistance, even spreading her legs subtly for better access.
Erika might've slapped me off, but this one's soft.
“Name and year?”
“I said let go! For real! I'll tell my mom. There's a creep at school...”
Pinch!
“Nnyaaaah♥♥”
“Name and year?”
“...C-Carmen. Second... second year.”
There we go. Why make it hard and waste time? Dumb pussy bitch.
“Ah, Carmen, huh? Same year, so casual talk? I stopped you for a favor.”
“F-Favor...? Wh-What... Ah, w-wait. Stop scratching my p-pussy. How long you planning this?!”
Till I'm bored. But yeah, can't chat if I keep groping. Slow it down.
“See, no men's room here, right?”
In this girls-only zone (me excepted), no need for one.
Discriminating like this in modern times—not cool.
“Th-That's unavoidable! Annoying, but use the women's!”
“Sure, but big jobs okay—small ones in the women's bowl? Waste of water.”
“......? What're you getting at?”
“So~ I need my own urinal. And here you are from the bathroom. Perfect timing.”
Still clueless. No sense.
“Meaning, be my urinal. Kneel on the floor, mouth wide open. Simple favor, right?”
“Whaaat.......?”
I clamped her mouth before she yelled and dragged her inside.
No one in the hall, but classes full of girls—don't be a nuisance.
“Y-You're insane! A urinal? Think I'd do something so humiliating?! I'll kill you! Oh, right—you're the Big Dick Special Student? Big dick doesn't mean you lose your mind! Know who my mom is!?”
Dunno? You're an extra—not even in the original game. Some rich family's daughter, probably. Even if your mom's the queen, I wouldn't flinch. Who cares what a mob says?
“Don't care who your mom is. Hurry up and urinal me. I'm getting urgent.”
I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Wasn't planning to, but now in here? Bladder full for real.
“Fuck off, I'll really kill y—...Huh?”
Carmen, who'd kill me a hundred times verbally, froze solid at the sight of my dick.
Now her brain would rationalize serving it. Born that way.
“What? Not gonna urinal? Guess I'll just piss on the floor.”
“Y-You're not a kid—what bullshit? Pissing on the floor? Totally insane!”
Then you know what to do to prevent that insanity.
“Ugh, fine! Such a pain!”
Carmen knelt before me.
“This is a one-time thing! No next time!”
