4. Probation Day 2 — 7: The Garden Restroom
I was following along when a restroom sign came into view, and I stopped in my tracks.
"Hold on — I need the restroom."
"Of course. Go right ahead."
"Huh?"
I'd expected her to wait for me, but Dana headed straight toward the sign, arms still crossed. The closer we got to the restroom, the stranger things seemed.
Every restroom sign I'd ever seen separated the little man and woman figures with a dividing line, but this one showed them pressed right up against each other, no divider at all. And as we drew near, I realized there was only a single entrance.
Noticing my bewilderment, Dana offered an explanation.
"The restrooms in the office building and the Garden are usually unisex."
"Really?"
Just then, a sexy woman in a black minidress brushed past me on her way out. I walked in breathing in the heavy scent of women's perfume.
Inside was a vanity area with several sinks and an enormous mirror. It looked like any ordinary shared restroom — but that was only the front section. The moment I rounded the corner into the inner room, my feet glued themselves to the floor.
From where I stood, a chest-high wall ran through the center of the room, with men's urinals along the left side. The right wall held stalls with partitions and doors — toilets, by the look of them. Though only the two nearest the entrance had doors; the two deeper in had none.
The problem was the left wall. A waist-high platform rose in steps, and squat toilets — the kind you crouch over — were set into it. Unlike ordinary squat toilets, they had nothing shielding the front, and they were angled to face the center of the room.
Worse still, the entire left wall was mirrored, so anyone using them could be seen from behind in full. Not a single partition anywhere. It was all wide open.
— Shaaaaaa~
Two of the four squat toilets were occupied by women. One was in the middle of relieving herself; the other was wiping her pussy with toilet paper. Thanks to the height of the platform, the yellow stream jetting from the woman's urethra was perfectly visible.
Dana tugged me along — my eyes still locked to the left — and asked:
"Number one or number two?"
"Huh? A pee..."
"This way, then."
Forcing my head to stay pointed at the center of the restroom, I let her lead me to the first urinal in the middle row. There were four men's urinals, each with a partition and plenty of space between them. I wondered why they were spaced so far apart — the answer came at once.
Dana had followed me right up to the urinal. She crouched beside me, pulled down my pants, and took my cock out herself. With her hand holding it in place, I could keep facing forward — which was how I came to meet the eyes of the woman taking a piss while staring straight at me.
She looked to be in her early twenties, with a round face and dark brown waves falling to her shoulders. When our eyes met, she dipped her head in a small greeting. Dazed, I bowed back.
I never imagined the day would come when I'd exchange pleasantries with a woman while we were both pissing. Whatever tangles my mind was in, the woman who'd finished tore paper from the holder at the front of the squat toilet and, while I watched, wiped the piss from her pussy.
"Oh! If you get hard, the pee won't come out~ Relax and let it flow~"
At Dana's words, I focused on coaxing the urine out. She toyed with my cock and balls as she spoke.
"Nice waxing. Your skin's silky smooth. Feels pretty nice, actually."
"Dana, if you keep touching it like that, nothing's coming out."
"Oops, sorry. It's just so soft, I couldn't help myself. Focus and let it flow~"
While I stood at the urinal, the two women finished cleaning up and left. With the pussies that had been on display before me gone, I finally managed to calm down.
Only then did I have the presence of mind to look around. Through the mirror on the left wall ahead, I could see into the doorless stalls at the far end of the right side. There, too, squat toilets sat on a raised platform. Since they faced the right wall, anyone using them — with no door to hide behind — couldn't help but be on full display from outside.
'So this really is a pervert's world...'
As I looked around and my heart settled, the pee finally began to flow.
— Sssssss~
"It's coming! Aah!! It's splashing!"
I'd calmed myself, but I was still half-erect, so the piss sprayed from my cock in a scattered arc. Dana angled it down toward the bowl, but my urine splattered all over her crouched body.
— Clack! Clack! Clack!
I was still pissing when I heard the click of heels. Looking toward the entrance, I saw a woman in an ivory long-sleeved minidress walk in, pass in front of me, and head for the toilets on the left.
She had long, wavy black hair, and the dress clung tight — spandex that showed off every curve of her coke-bottle figure. The hem sat shorter than her fingertips, and below it her legs were bare. On her feet were black boots that reached above her knees.
As she climbed the steps, the dress rode up, baring the underside of her ass. She made no move to cover herself or hold the fabric down, so by the time she reached the top, a good third of her butt was on show.
"Hm? It's getting bigger again~ I told you it'll splash."
"Dana!!"
Flustered by Dana's remark, I called out to her — and the woman turned her body above the toilet. Smiling faintly at me, she raised the dress to her waist with both hands, revealing tiny black panties in an ornate lace pattern. She hooked her fingers into them and pulled them down without a moment's hesitation, then squatted.
Out came a pink pussy, slightly parted atop its smooth, sleek mound. While my mind was buried between the woman's legs, I finished pissing. The moment the flow stopped, Dana shook my cock off a few times, then gripped my hips.
"Hold on a second~"
Then she turned my lower body toward herself and took my cock into her mouth.
"Hup—"
— Shloop~ Slurp, slurp, slurp
After one hard suck, she ran her tongue up the length of my shaft. Then she pulled my underwear and pants back up and rose to her feet. My eyes were still fixed on the pussy in front of us, so she whispered into my ear:
"Want to stay and watch the whole show?"
"Huh? Uh... no, I mean..."
"Feel free to look all you like. Her pussy's soaked, after all."
Sure enough, just as Dana said, the woman's pussy glistened under the bright lights. She reached down with her left hand and, with her index and middle fingers, spread her slightly parted lips wide open. Even her piss hole was laid bare before my eyes.
"Haahng~"
It was a small sound, but the restroom was quiet enough that her moan carried clearly. Then came a far louder one.
— Shaaaaaaa~
The pale yellow stream from her tiny piss hole struck the bowl, the sound ringing through the entire restroom. As she pissed, her mouth hung half open, and the thumb of her left hand teased her clit ever so lightly.
Drowned out by the noise of her pee, yes — but judging by the way her jaw kept quivering, she was unmistakably letting out soft moans. She was touching herself, getting off while she pissed.
The once-powerful stream weakened and began to trickle down the crease of her pussy.
— Ssss~ sss~ sst!
Then she clenched her pussy, squeezing out the last drops lingering in her urethra. Finished, the woman lifted her ass slightly and rocked her body up and down, shaking the piss from her lips.
Then she tore off some toilet paper and wiped herself. She tossed away the first sheet, tore off a second, and wiped again — but something about the motion was off. The spot she was tending wasn't her piss hole but a little above it. She was rubbing her clit.
"Haaahng~"
The moan was louder than before. The woman had started masturbating in earnest.
"Haah~ aahng~. Mmmh~. Ahhng~~!"
Her fingers rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her mouth fell wider open, and her voice rose with it.
"Hahh~ haahng~! Aaahhng~."
Her left hand slid down from her waist, and two fingers plunged into her pussy and began to churn.
— Schlick~ schlick~ schlick!!
"Haaahh~~! Aaaahh~~!!! Haaahng~~!!!"
— Splaaash!
Clear fluid burst from her pussy. Chin tilted up, eyes squeezed shut, she savored her climax. To think I'd get to watch a woman piss and finger herself to orgasm in a bright public restroom.
At some point, Dana's hand had found the front of my pants and was rubbing my swelling cock through the fabric.
"If you're interested, look her up on your phone. If she doesn't have an owner, you're welcome to have a taste."
"Huh? Ah... no."
"Haaah~~! Hahh~! Haah~. Haah~."
Once she'd caught her breath, the woman dropped the crumpled tissue in her hand, tore off a fresh one, and gave her pussy one long, smooth wipe. Then she stood, pulled up her panties, let the dress fall back down, and stepped off the toilet. The figure her thin dress revealed was truly alluring.
But instead of heading for the entrance, she came straight up to me.
"Hello. I'm Byeon Jeong-a."
"Oh! I... I'm Choi Juhan."
"If you're interested in me, would you add me to your Farm?"
"Sorry? What do you..."
As I floundered at Jeong-a's question, Dana stepped in.
"Jeong-a, I'm Park Dana of headquarters' Support Division. Juhan is still on probation, so adding A's to his Farm is restricted. If you're not a BD Group employee, he can't add you. Please understand."
"Oh! My apologies. Have a lovely day."
Jeong-a bowed at Dana's words and walked straight out of the restroom. Catching the look on my face — the one that hadn't caught up with any of it — Dana explained.
"During probation there are limits on adding A's to your Farm, but once it ends, you can bring anyone you want into it. That's what she was hoping for. Of course, it isn't free — there are costs and procedures involved. I'll go over the details of Farm management another time. There are so many benefits to joining a Farm that everyone wants in."
"Ah~. I see."
"Shall we head out?"
Since I hadn't touched anything while I pissed, I didn't strictly need to wash my hands — but Dana, splattered with my urine, did. While she washed, I opened the Garden Points menu on the Garden app, found Byeon Jeong-a, and sent her 10G. Somehow, I felt I owed her something.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh? Nothing. Let's go."
When Dana came over after drying her hands on a paper towel, I pocketed my phone and stepped outside. Jeong-a was waiting.
"Thank you for the Garden Points. Have a wonderful day~"
She gave me a neat little bow.
"Yeah. You too, Jeong-a. Have a good one."
As Jeong-a turned and walked away, Dana spoke up.
"You gave her gold? You're too kind-hearted, Juhan. She got herself worked up and masturbated all on her own — you didn't have to give her anything for that."
"Well... I gave it for my own peace of mind. It's fine. It wasn't much."
Somehow embarrassed, I started walking. Dana hurried to catch up, hooked her arm through mine, and steered me another way.
"It's this way, Juhan. They say the Omniscients give us so much just by existing."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Wow, there are more people here than I expected."
Maybe because it was afternoon by now, the crowd had thickened since the morning. Even so, the women were the clear majority — mostly in their twenties and thirties, while the men tended to be mid-thirties and older.
"More people belong to the Bakdalhoe than you'd think. And B- and S-Class members earn a set reward just for showing up at the Garden. It's a sweeter deal than you'd imagine, so plenty of them come. It doesn't hurt to catch an Omniscient's eye while they're here, either."
"So is everyone who works here S-Class, then?"
"Not necessarily. The people at the information desk are probably B-Class. The female staff at each shop are B- or S-Class depending on the case, and any male staff would be C-Class."
"But they're employed by BD Garden, not BD Group — it's a separate business entity, so it's a little easier to get into than BD Group. Not easier in terms of security, mind you; security is strict everywhere. It just means the competition is less fierce. Naturally, the pay differs too."
"And when a shop is run by an Omniscient, the staff are often enrolled in his Farm. At that sushi place where we had lunch, for instance, every female employee belongs to the owner's Farm."
"Are most of the men Omniscients?"
"No. Most are C-Class employees. There's a difference in sheer numbers, after all. The Garden admits vetted C-Class employees as well as outside guests who receive invitations from the company."
"But they have to pass vetting beforehand, and unlike you, they go through a thorough security screening when they enter."
Asking and answering questions about everything I still didn't know, we made our way onward.