Vulva Inspection (9)
“…Ah.”
“…Huh?”
Hyun-a's and my voices overlapped at the same time, echoing through the empty women's restroom.
My mind went completely blank as I stared wide-eyed, helpless to do anything but watch my semen spray vigorously into the air against my will.
...Earlier, she said I was an inferior human with no redeeming qualities. I need to correct that. At least there's one thing I'm good at.
It's this ridiculously overpowered stamina of mine.
As shown in previous common sense alterations, I literally have inexhaustible endurance—even after being milked dozens of times in a row, I never run dry.
What a waste for a pathetic body like mine.
If I'd been born with celebrity looks and the privilege of a national powerhouse, I could've used this natural prowess to spread my seed far and wide.
But for a total shut-in loser like me? It's absurdly excessive.
And that excessive virility of mine had now led to this disaster—ejaculating purely from visual stimulation, without even touching my dick.
Like a sprinkler, my semen shot up two meters into the air, drenching Hyun-a from head to toe where she stood right in front of me.
The sheer volume was insane—enough that an average adult man would need at least 100 days of edging to produce. And I'd been squeezed that much just yesterday...
It was easily more than a full paper cup, overflowing precariously.
Naturally, that massive load reeked with a dizzying male pheromone that numbed the nose.
Even I, the one who shot it, felt my head spin from the potent semen stench.
What's more, it was thick like it'd fermented in my balls for 100 days—yellowish, and disgustingly sticky with high viscosity, clinging like a snail's trail, refusing to come off once it stuck.
Hyun-a, covered head to toe in that gooey mess, looked exactly like a pitiful heroine from some hentai manga, gangbanged bukkake-style by dozens of potbellied old pervs.
Even I felt horrified just looking at her—what must she be feeling?
One thing was clear: I wasn't leaving this restroom alive.
I hung my head limply, trembling as I clutched my dick, which was still oozing semen cluelessly.
This must be how a condemned prisoner feels on the scaffold. Or prey cornered by a beast.
But strangely, as I stood there, a bizarre peace settled over me. Maybe because I'd accepted my fate and let go of everything.
Suddenly, the fear in my chest vanished, replaced by an odd courage I'd never felt before.
So, like I was leaving my last words, I lifted my head, looked at Hyun-a, and murmured with a smile.
“...Whew, sorry for sneaking a peek... That wasn't my plan, for real. But your voice was kinda cute...”
“Eek...!”
Hyun-a flushed even redder than before at my words, sucking in a sharp breath.
She slowly exhaled, then—instantly—inhaled again like a jet engine sucking in air at full throttle.
Her whole body tensed with a tyrannical killing intent as she growled low, rage packed into every syllable.
“You... fucking... filthy... cock-slurping... bastard... how dare you...!!!”
'Yeah, this is how my life ends...'
Still, going out with the sight of Hyun-a bukkake'd in my semen? Not bad, I thought, ready to accept death cleanly—right at that moment.
Suddenly, the sharp click-clack of high heels echoed from the hallway outside, heading straight our way.
This corridor was a dead end—no reason to come here unless using the restroom.
And in a cram school like this? High heels meant 100% staff. No student studying for exams would wear them.
If even a dumbass like me could figure that out so fast, Hyun-a must've clocked it twice as quick.
Panicking, she dashed into my stall without thinking, slammed the door shut, and braced it with her back to keep it sealed.
Just like a zombie movie protagonist barricading a convenience store door against a horde.
Except her body was slathered in my yellowish semen instead of blood.
Moments later, as expected, one of the staff—a woman—whistled as she pushed open the restroom door and entered, heading into the stall Hyun-a had just vacated.
We heard the rustle of clothes dropping, then her plopping down heavily on the toilet.
Whoosh...
Several streams of piss soon hit the bowl with force.
Thinking she was alone, she let out a loud fart next.
“...Mm-hmm~ Hmm~ Mmm~ Whew...”
The young female staffer—probably a teacher—seemed to run her fingers through her hair while seated, then pulled out her phone and started snapping pics.
Selfies, from the look of it. But why on the toilet? No clue. Maybe checking her hair or makeup.
She'd clearly finished her business, yet she hummed along, fiddling with her phone and snapping selfies every few seconds.
In short, she was slacking off during class time, just like us.
Makes sense—cram school "teachers" were only five or six years older than us at most. Sometimes just one or two. No big mental gap.
We stood frozen, staring at each other, not daring to move until she left.
That's when it happened.
Seeing Hyun-a, drenched in my semen, frozen in place—some twisted sense of depravity hit me, and my dick sprang up rigidly toward the ceiling, defying my will.
“...Ah, ahh...”
I frantically grabbed it and pressed down, but it was useless.
Now fully aroused, it ignored me completely, standing straight at 12 o'clock—springing right back up no matter how hard I pushed.
Hyun-a stared at my upright, throbbing dick with wide eyes, unable to look away.
...It felt incredibly weird. Just yesterday, she'd grabbed and jerked my dick like it was her toy, no big deal.
Even today, she'd flashed her pussy and asshole right in my face, grinding and rubbing it all over me.
Yet now? She was blushing shyly like a girl seeing something naughty for the first time, flustered and sweating bullets.
But she couldn't tear her eyes off it—like a pure girl awakening to sex for the first time.
I started sweating too, trying to piece together why this bizarre situation was happening.
'...I get it. Hyun-a could manhandle my dick freely until yesterday because of the common sense alteration treating it like an object.Her casually flashing her pussy this morning without shame? Same deal.But today's alteration only changes perceptions of vulvas. My dick's got nothing to do with it.So her reaction now? That's her 'real' response, unaltered by any common sense shift...'
It all lined up, but a lingering question remained.
Just minutes ago, she'd teased me: 'You came midway, didn't you?'
And earlier: screaming about waking up smelling like my cum.
“What? So you're saying I fucking dreamed about a loser like you? Even giving you a paizuri to milk your dick? Wanna die?”
She spat out stuff like that without hesitation, so I'd assumed she was no stranger to lewdness.
Especially her—Hyun-a. Bet she'd seen more dicks than she could count on two hands from ex-boyfriends by now.
...But her current reaction blew all that out of the water.
Anyone could see she was freaking out, fidgeting nervously. The usual thug Hyun-a who treated me like a mouse? This gap moe was driving me insane.
And right then, the teacher in the next stall finally noticed something off.
She sniffed the air curiously and muttered to herself.
“...Huh...? What's that...? Mm...?”