The Public Restroom's Flesh Urinal
The battle in the waiting room was over. The stench of blood and acrid smoke hung thick in the air.
Throb—
Right after surviving a brush with death, what rushed in was a primal instinct to breed.
Blood rushed to my groin, my cock twitching and swelling against my pants.
I wanted to yank up Lee Jihye's skirt right then and there and ravage her like a dog.
I grabbed her by the wrist and marched toward the restroom.
"W-Wait..."
Lee Jihye, dragged along by my grip, offered a weak resistance.
She glanced around nervously before whispering urgently in my ear.
"A-At least clean up first! There are other people here!"
I paused.
I had intended to drag her straight into the restroom, but her protest made me halt.
As my head cooled slightly, I surveyed our surroundings.
The waiting room was an absolute disaster.
Seven corpses lay scattered with their heads caved in by iron pipes and expandable batons. Counting Yoon Seongcheol, who had been pierced by an arrow, there were eight bodies in total.
Leaving this mess behind to go get laid felt too risky. The scent of blood would inevitably draw zombies.
Besides, Seo Jisu was here, along with the two female survivors.
For now, it was best to do as Jihye suggested.
I should clean up first.
"Whew."
Letting out a long breath to calm my racing pulse, I checked on the survivors first.
I walked over to the two women in their thirties who were slumped on the floor, panting heavily.
Their hands and clothes were so heavily stained with the bastards' blood that the original colors were completely unrecognizable.
"Good job. Does getting revenge with your own hands make you feel any better?"
At my question, focus slowly returned to the vacant eyes of the two women.
Still clutching their blood-slicked pipes, they slowly nodded. There was no trace of regret or fear on their faces.
"Good. We're clearing out the bodies, so help us out."
At my command, the two women set down their pipes and stumbled to their feet.
Without a moment's hesitation, they grabbed the ankles of the dead men lying on the floor.
Lee Jihye and Seo Jisu joined in to help dispose of the corpses.
Together, we dragged the bodies down toward the lower level.
If we left them upstairs, zombies would swarm the area and block the subway stairs.
"Heave-ho."
We shoved the dragged corpses over the edge, dropping them onto the tracks below.
Thud—
The heavy thuds of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the darkness.
Soon, the low growls of zombies gathering below, drawn by the scent of fresh blood, drifted up from the tracks.
The bastards would pick them clean before they even had a chance to rot.
Ptooey.
The women spat down at the tracks after tossing the bodies.
They dusted off their hands, looking as if they wanted to erase even the slightest memory of ever being associated with those men.
After finishing the cleanup, we returned to the waiting room.
Aside from a few bloodstains on the floor, the place was reasonably tidy.
Next, I walked over to Seo Jisu to offer a calm word of thanks.
"Thanks for the arrow earlier."
It was her arrow that had pierced Yoon Seongcheol's skull.
Without her intervention, I would have either been burned to death by now or severely injured.
At my gratitude, Jisu shrugged.
"I just did what had to be done."
Her reply was dry, as if it had been nothing more than a logical decision.
But her intervention actually meant much more than that.
The fact that Seo Jisu had killed someone to save me meant she had made the choice to align herself with my team.
If she really hated me, she wouldn't have saved me—or she would've put that arrow through my skull instead of Yoon Seongcheol's.
I had returned her bow and left the choice to her, and it had paid off in the best possible way.
A gradual taming process, unfolding without her even realizing it.
She was slowly being stained by my influence, albeit in a completely different manner than Lee Jihye.
I swallowed hard as I eyed her slender, toned figure and enticing thighs.
She's still like a feisty wildcat, but eventually...
Forcing her would be fine, but making her open her heart and cling to me of her own accord would be a true delicacy.
Unaware of my wicked thoughts, Jisu hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously.
"...But how did you know? That those people were trash. And how did you know all their skills?"
She wanted to know how I had figured out Yoon Seongcheol and his gang were scum. I answered her without hiding anything.
"My skill allows me to see other people's skills and criminal records. I can see their misdeeds."
"Really?"
Jisu's eyes widened.
Hearing that I could see their crimes, she seemed to think I was some kind of champion of justice hunting down criminals.
I tapped my blood-stained baton against the floor and continued.
"I'm no hero. To survive in this world, you have to kill. And if I have to kill anyway, killing criminal scum weighs a lot lighter on my conscience."
"..."
Jisu stared up at me.
She had thought I was just a merciless killer, but confirming that I at least operated by a personal code brought a flicker of relief to her face.
At my candid response, she nodded.
"...That actually sounds more reliable than some self-righteous hero."
"Naturally."
Having just been betrayed by people who wore friendly masks, my blunt honesty was far more effective than playing nice.
It was better to be honest than to pretend to be a good guy.
I turned my gaze toward Lee Jihye, who was hovering in the corner, watching me warily.
Her face was flushed, and she was rubbing her knees together as she monitored my movements.
Like a puppy that needed to pee... no, more like a bitch in heat.
I walked back over and grabbed her by the wrist.
"We're done cleaning up. Come with me."
"O-Ouch!"
As I dragged her toward the restroom, she furrowed her brow and whined.
"W-What is it? Where are we going all of a sudden? I'm tired..."
Her mouth complained, but her body told a different story.
She didn't even attempt to shake off my grip, and her face was burning red.
Playing hard to get when she knows exactly what's coming.
I wasn't the only one whose libido had been set ablaze by the survival instincts triggered during the fight.
As she bit her lip and stole glances at me, her eyes betrayed a deep anticipation for what was about to happen.
Seeing us head off together, Jisu, who was leaning against the wall, asked in confusion.
"Where are you two going?"
I pulled Jihye closer and smirked.
"To do grown-up stuff. Go inside the tent and get some sleep."
Hearing my reply, Jisu's face slowly flushed crimson.
"...Oh."
She pursed her lips and pulled the brim of her cap down low over her eyes.
Keeping her eyes glued to the floor and deliberately avoiding our gaze, she had clearly realized what we were going to do in that secluded restroom.
"G-Gross..."
Mumbling in a barely audible voice, Jisu spun around and headed toward the tent.
She crawled into the tent, trying her best to block out any thoughts of Jihye and me.
Just then, the two women in their thirties approached Jisu as she grumbled inside the tent.
Watching my back as I dragged Jihye away, they whispered to Jisu in a warning tone.
"...Be careful of that man. You saw how easily he killed those people, right? He's dangerous."
"The way he looked at her just now as he dragged her away... it's the same. In the end, he's no different from the others."
Although they viewed me as their savior, they could sense my raging lust and felt a deep-seated fear.
However, Jisu glared at them coldly and snapped back.
"Mind your own business. You're no different."
"What?"
"Yesterday, you two were smiling and acting like good people while helping lure us in. You knew exactly what those men were planning to do."
"..."
Jisu's sharp accusation silenced both women.
Just a day ago, these women had been willing to offer Jisu and Jihye up as prey to the men just to secure their own safety.
"T-That was..."
"Save it. Just go."
To Jisu, these women were nothing but untrustworthy hypocrites.
Jisu zipped the tent shut.
Meanwhile, I dragged Jihye into the men's public restroom of the subway station.
White tiles lined the floor and walls. There was a sink, a large mirror, a row of urinals along the wall, and stalls behind them.
It was an ordinary public restroom, but the lack of maintenance left a pungent, stale stench of urine hanging in the air.
After being pulled inside, Jihye looked around nervously and asked.
"W-Why did we come here..."
Though she tried to take a step back, her thighs rubbed together, making a wet, squelching sound from the moisture already pooling between her legs.
Outside, Jisu and the other survivors were wide awake.
The thrill of being in a public restroom where anyone could walk in at any moment amplified her shame.
I gestured to the hard cock bulging against my pants and said.
"Why do you think? You already know."
"..."
"I'll give you what you want. Kneel."
"H-How do you even know what I want..."
Jihye bit her lip, her face flushed red. Though trembling with humiliation, she dropped to her knees on the floor like a student receiving punishment.
Standing right in front of her kneeling form,
Ziiip—
I pulled down my zipper.
Spring—
My heavily veined shaft sprang out, meeting the cool air of the restroom.
Jihye bit her lower lip and tried to look away, but I grabbed her chin in a firm grip.
"Here. The cock you wanted. You fought well today, so consider this your reward."
"How is this... a reward..."
She desperately rolled her eyes, trying not to look at my cock.
Yet her nostrils flared, greedily drinking in my masculine scent.
A total pervert who hated submitting to me but absolutely craved my cock.
Kneeling in front of the urinal, this perverted bitch looked like a literal urinal herself.
I slapped her cheek with my shaft and chuckled.
"To think the proud assistant manager from the office has turned into a cum toilet in this ruined world."
"S-Shut up... They'll hear you outside."
"Isn't that better? Everyone will know exactly how you whimper beneath me."
I pushed my cock against her lips and commanded.
"Suck it."
"N-No..."
"Your mouth says no, but your eyes can't look away. Hurry up and suck."
At my forceful command, Jihye's breathing grew ragged. She had no will to resist.
Soon, her warm breath tickled the tip of my glans through her parted lips.
Resigned to her fate, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside.
*Slurp—*
"Mgh."
The moment her hot oral cavity enveloped my shaft, a thrilling jolt of pleasure shot up my spine.
Her saliva-slicked tongue swiped over my most sensitive spots.
I grabbed her hair tightly.
Holding her by the hair, I ordered.
"Don't use your teeth. Use only your tongue and lips, and lick it properly."
"Mmh..."
At my instruction, her tongue began to move carefully inside her mouth.
*Suck... Slurp...*
The clumsy but eager sounds of her working her tongue echoed in the restroom. Holding her by the back of her head, I began to thrust my hips back and forth.
"Gag! Mgh!"
As I shoved my cock deep into her throat, her eyes rolled back.
Every time she gasped for air, her throat muscles spasmed irregularly, squeezing my shaft tightly.
She squirmed and clutched at my thighs, but I ignored her and kept thrusting.
Her saliva acted as a lubricant, amplifying the pleasure.
I pulled out briefly to let her breathe, then plunged it all the way back in.
*Squish—*
"Gah..."
As my cock hit the back of her throat, her body shuddered and trembled. I gripped her hair tightly and whispered in her ear.
"Does sucking cock feel good? Huh? Even though the other girls outside might be listening to everything?"
"Mgh... Mmgh!"
Unable to speak, she could only shake her head as tears streamed down her face.
Yet her tongue never stopped wrapping around my shaft, licking it relentlessly.
It was pathetic and amusing how she trembled with shame, yet completely surrendered to her survival instincts and pleasure, tightly puckering her lips around me.
*Pop—*
I pulled my cock out of her mouth as she frantically serviced it.
"Hah..."
Kneeling on the dirty tile floor, saliva trailed from her mouth after sucking me until her jaw was sore.
Both my cock and her pussy were dripping wet and burning hot. It was time for the main event.
With my cock standing rock-hard, I commanded her.
"Turn around and grab the urinal. Stand up, you toilet bitch."