Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Masturbating Study Room Manager Bojian (2)
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"Jian, what time is it now?"
"1:30."
Bojian, dressed up prettier than usual, scowled sharply.
She must have stopped by the salon—her black hair cascaded in soft waves down to her chest.
A light brown knit top, woven with thick yarn, concealed her massive breasts, while an ivory skirt reached nearly to her ankles, covering her legs.
"Ha... Why do you think I asked? Isn't the shift change at 1:00?"
"Am I late every day?"
"Pardon?"
"Shit happens in life, doesn't it? Especially when I'm already in a foul mood..."
She muttered under her breath afterward, just loud enough to make sure I heard: 'Fucking petty asshole.'
It wasn't even a whisper meant to go unheard. She was practically announcing it to my face.
"Don't be late next time."
"If I'm late, just head home, boss. My number's written down here. If a customer shows up, I'll call you. You can guide them over the phone or tell them to wait a bit. Isn't that right?"
Words clearly weren't getting through to her.
Was it really that hard to just say sorry?
Was it so impossible to admit she'd been late because of a date with her boyfriend and promise not to let it happen again?
"Haa... Fine. Do whatever you want."
"Yes, I will."
As I stood from my seat, Bojian snatched the chair and started spraying it down with something.
"Bojian."
"Ah! I told you not to call me that...!"
"Got a complaint from a female member today."
I cut her off and kept going.
"She said she heard weird noises from the bathroom."
"...Weird noises?"
"Hate to say it, but... she mentioned grinding sounds and moans."
"......"
Bojian's expression hardened in an instant.
Yeah. Bet that caught you off guard.
Today, I'd reviewed the CCTV footage carefully, analyzing her patterns.
Incredibly, she masturbated in the bathroom or emergency stairs every single day.
The cameras didn't catch it directly.
Just her heading in and coming out.
But that was enough.
'She stays in there for at least 30 minutes once she goes. Gotta be jerking off.'
The timing was almost clockwork too.
"It happened around 10 PM, she said. Anything ring a bell?"
"...No? I didn't hear anything. Who's saying this crap? Isn't it nonsense?"
"The complainant begged me to keep it secret—didn't want a fight if word got out. So don't tell anyone else, Bojian, but keep an eye on the bathroom from now on. If there's really some creep doing that, we'll call the cops and make sure they never show their face here again."
"...Got it."
Truth be told, I'd hesitated on whether to bring it up.
Accusing someone of fingering themselves and moaning in the women's bathroom might scare her off from masturbating for a while.
But saying it out loud? Felt damn good. All the stress melted away.
Bojian never accepted anything I said without arguing back. She never just took it meekly.
Seeing her squirm like this? Made the whole day worth it.
"Take care, then."
"Take care, then."
"......"
I didn't respond to the boss's farewell.
No point risking a shaky voice giving me away.
'N-No way. Someone actually heard that?'
Lately, I'd been careless with the noise, using my dildo without a second thought.
But I wasn't totally defenseless.
If I got caught, it'd ruin my life socially. You think I'd just leave it to luck?
No idiot whose brain's melted from pleasure would do that.
'I definitely didn't hear footsteps nearby...'
My hearing's sharper than most.
Not naturally—it's a skill.
Exactly 30 minutes.
My hearing amps up over three times normal.
Not just picking up faint sounds—I can tell what kind they are.
Even socks padding across the counter? Crystal clear.
'I held back desperately if I sensed anyone... Is there someone as sensitive to sound as me? And why would they be studying here?'
Maybe another low-rank awakener like me.
F- or E-rankers don't bother with dangerous hunter gigs.
They pivot to jobs that fit their aptitudes.
Of course, some like me just live doing what they want, awakening be damned...
'Th-That's not the point right now... What do I do? Lay low for a while?'
Six years grinding for the awakening admin exam.
Failing 9th or 7th grade every time—stress piled up, temper got sharper by the day.
Today? Peak frustration.
'Of all days, the day I dump that prick? This is bullshit! Dildo and vibrator all packed and ready!'
Thinking about it again boiled my blood.
Guy yaps about platonic love, then fucks around with others?
Kissing one, banging another?
My body's not good enough, is that it?!
'Okay, play it by ear. See how many people are left... Won't be too late to decide.'
10 PM.
Irritation surged.
And with it, the aching urge to masturbate.
"Hold out another three hours...?"
Impossible.
Couldn't focus at all.
Kept glancing at my bag with the dildo inside.
"Hardly anyone here anyway... No way I'll get caught..."
Checked the study room. Seven people left. Four women, three men.
No one but me ever used the emergency stairs.
Roof access blocked, whole building non-smoking—smokers head to the first floor.
No reason to come up here.
"E-Emergency stairs... Not the bathroom... No one comes there..."
Just lock the door.
Print a "No Entry" sign. No one'll barge in.
"Haa... Haa..."
Made it to the top of the emergency stairs without a soul spotting me.
The space before the rooftop's iron door.
One sensor light flickering overhead, cool air hanging familiarly.
Unzipped my bag, pulled out the dildo.
No need for lube.
Already soaked—juices trickling down my thighs.
Hiked up my skirt and sat on the prepped chair.
Heart pounded at the clean towel's touch.
Like Pavlov's dog salivating at a bell—soft fabric on my ass made my pussy drool in delight.
"Squeeze it and it'd squirt..."
Pulling away my "lucky" red panties stretched sticky threads from my pussy.
Enhanced Hearing
Duration: 30 minutes
Hearing sensitivity increased 3x
Sounds sharpened instantly.
Tapped my pussy with my palm first.
Freshly waxed lips splattered juices, sticky echoes ringing out.
Lewd noises bouncing in the tight space.
Heightened ears latched onto every one, fueling the fire.
Slap—!
"Nngh...! ♥"
Swallowed a moan from the sharp slap and sound.
My own noises rebounding back, trapping me in a cycle of arousal.
Desperate to shove fingers in and piston away—but no way with my fresh nail art.
"Under suspicion already... C-CCan't stop..."
Spread my legs wide, parting my pussy with both hands.
Cold air felt like it was invading inside.
What if someone climbed up now and saw...?
"No... If I'm caught, my life... my whole life ends..."
Grabbed the dildo, slathered it hastily in my leaking juices.
For this moment, pictured the one guy I least wanted seeing this.
The man who always eyed me with that creepy stare.
The one who checked my chest before my face.
The one I'd never let near my pussy.
Shoved the cock in, imagining him.
"N-No... Don't put it in... That pathetic dick... Get it away... ♥"
First time masturbating to thoughts of the boss.
Always my boyfriend before—fucking him here in the study room.
"Th-This... Dangerous..."
His face? Hard to call handsome even generously.
Uncle bod, no workouts.
Lifeless expression, just hunting porn at the study room.
Nothing better than me except owning the place.
Arrogant punk talks back but cowers, can't even push back properly.
Every dildo thrust spawned filthy scenarios unbidden.
"Y-You promise... just once... let me fuck you once... and you'll keep quiet?"
Me, caught mid-masturbation.
Him blackmailing me into creampie after creampie, that trash boss.
"Hnghk...! ♥"
Yanked the dildo hard—
A shallow squirt jetted out with a spurt—!
Arcing over the railing, splashing down the stairs.
What if someone saw the puddle and wondered...?
Study room manager's pussy juice from dildo-fucking?
"H-How am I supposed to hold back from this..."