Vulva Inspection (8)
“What? Late again? Princess is pouting? Hng~…”
“…Gulp…”
I froze, holding my breath desperately to avoid being detected.
It was creepy enough to realize someone was in the next stall over while I was jerking off in what I'd thought was an empty girls' bathroom.
But the fact that it was Hyun-a of all people made it horrifying.
And to top it off, she was whining to her parents in this adorable, cutesy voice I'd never heard from her before.
My brain, which had been flooded with lust just moments ago, was now pumping out fear signals like crazy, warning me of the crisis.
Instinct told me: if she found out it was me in here, I was dead.
Hyun-a could be surprisingly sweet sometimes, in a way that didn't fit her delinquent vibe.
But that wasn't because she liked me or anything.
She probably just saw me as a fun toy to mess with.
And that made sense—our statuses were worlds apart, like heaven and earth.
The usual cliché in stories like this is the nerdy guy outshining the delinquent in studies, but Hyun-a was even better at that than me.
So I was inferior to her in every damn way.
No way she'd see a loser like me as a real person.
At best, a plaything. At worst, a well-trained dog.
And now, I'd overheard her most private secret from the stall next door.
It wasn't on purpose, but it had happened.
Regretting not picking another bathroom now was pointless.
If she catches me… I'm fucking dead… for real…
She was hiding in this deserted bathroom for the call, so she clearly didn't want anyone seeing this side of her.
But she'd definitely heard me come in, yet she kept talking.
Probably figured my voice wouldn't give me away since it was so different from her usual rough tone.
Or maybe she thought even if someone overheard, it wouldn't matter if it was a stranger.
This bathroom was far from our classroom, after all—no chance her friends would show up.
Unfortunately for her, both assumptions were dead wrong.
I sat right next to her all day, so I'd recognize her voice even if it changed completely.
And of course, we weren't strangers.
What would happen if she found out?
I shuddered, recalling how I'd nearly drowned in her pussy juices earlier.
Back then, no matter how desperately I begged with teary eyes and flailing arms, she wouldn't loosen her thigh muscles—in fact, she squeezed harder, like it turned her on.
Even if I'd suffocated and died right there, she wouldn't have batted an eye.
That was her mercy when she was in a good mood.
Imagine her in a foul one.
Right now, getting caught would put her in the worst mood imaginable.
Shit, stay calm… Just stay dead silent. She's engrossed in the call, thankfully… If I don't make a sound, class will start soon and she'll hang up and leave.
Break time was down to maybe a minute or two.
I figured I'd escape this nightmare any second.
But I'd overlooked one key fact: Hyun-a wasn't the type to give a shit about attending class on time.
The bell rang, and she just crossed her legs on the toilet seat like it was no big deal, chatting away.
“Hng~… Eh… Princess asked you to buy that, remember… Nooo, I really want it… Hng~…”
F-Fuck… We're so screwed… If she skips class too, it'll look suspicious as hell with both our seats empty.
Even if she sauntered back to class now, it wouldn't help.
She'd spot my empty desk and grill me about where I'd been and why I was late.
Then it'd be nipple-twisting or ball-crushing torture, and like before, I wouldn't hold out—I'd confess everything.
It'd be the same as getting caught here.
I was trapped on all sides, sweating bullets and trembling.
What was insane was that even now, my masochistic dick was twitching skyward, excited by Hyun-a being right there on the other side of this thin wall.
At this rate, I'd cum hands-free, shooting like a fountain.
Probably why I'd stopped just short of blowing my load earlier—this fucked-up situation amped everything up.
…Fuck… Are you insane? Hold it in—no matter what. Any sound and I'm done for…
I was fighting the urge to stroke when—
“Hng, okay~… Princess is hanging up now, muah~…”
Hyun-a finally ended the call, then rustled around frantically like she was searching for something.
“…Hng… Huh…? Hmm… Where'd it gooo…”
Her voice shifted weirdly from baby talk back to delinquent mode, all mixed up.
I didn't twitch a muscle, barely breathing, minimizing my presence.
Hoping she'd been too busy on the phone to notice someone next door—or forgotten about it.
No such luck.
After rummaging, she let out an irritated sigh, then bang—kicked my side of the wall.
“…Hey.”
“…Hic!”
“…Hey! I know you're in there! Answer me!”
Cold sweat poured off me like rain.
Answer or not, I was dead. No way out.
I stayed silent, and a pissed-off Hyun-a sighed deeply, barely holding back her rage.
“…Fine. Hey, got any pads? Gimme one.”
“……”
I stared wide-eyed at her wall, shaking.
Of course I didn't have tampons. Girls don't carry them 24/7 either, so a smooth excuse might work.
But my voice was the problem.
Sure, I had a thin, girly voice for a guy, but not that convincing.
And just like I'd clocked her voice instantly, she'd recognize mine too.
Stuck, I could only watch the shadow of death creep closer.
No answer, and she lost it—kicking the wall furiously.
“Hey! Don't fucking ignore me! Answer, or you're dead meat!”
“H-Hngh…”
“Haa… Talking ain't working, you bitch… Hey, stay right there. You're fucked, shithead…”
She yanked up her panties, flushed, and stormed out—then slam, kicked my stall door with all her might.
I was losing my mind in terror. Like a condemned man facing the guillotine.
She pounded the lock until it seemed ready to shatter. How strong was this girl? Each kick made the rusty latch rattle wildly.
M-Maybe I'll just live here forever… Better starve than get beaten to death by Hyun-a…
I knew it was ridiculous, but I escaped into the delusion anyway.
Then.
My last hope shattered with a bang.
Her brutal kicks exploded the rusty lock.
And finally, the door creaked open weakly.
Our eyes met.
“…Eh.”
“…H-Hiiik!”
Hyun-a stared blankly at me—pants down, gripping my throbbing, pre-cum-swollen dick.
Even she couldn't have imagined this scene.
We stood frozen, like time had stopped, saying nothing.
Then, her face twisted—she slowly opened her mouth, maybe to speak, maybe scream.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for hell.
But after a while with no sound, I peeked curiously.
What I saw was unbelievable.
Hyun-a herself—face beet red, sweating bullets in total panic, hand clamped over her gaping mouth.
“Y-Y-You… Y-Youuu… You…”
“A-Ah!”
She stammered, about to grill me for real—
When my swollen dick hit its limit.
It erupted, spurting thick ropes straight ahead, drenching Hyun-a from head to toe in sticky white cum.