The Sweaty Bitch Who Emerged from the Men's Restroom
Beep-beep-beep-beep-!!! Kyaaang-!!!
The fox guardian spirit was howling inside my head loud enough to rupture my eardrums, yet my body was melting completely in the arms of this physical monster.
"Chuuup, haa... chup...!"
Every time Taeseok's rough tongue swept across the roof of my mouth, a jolt of electricity shot up my spine like fireworks. My head spun from lack of oxygen. My bare knees—stockingless—trembled helplessly in the air.
And right then, through the thin silk dress, I felt something heavy and rigid press unmistakably against the inside of my thigh.
Shit...!
My heart slammed against my ribs. Clear, violent proof of a male lost to lust. That scorching, rigid heat pushed into my thigh and a rush of liquid heat poured from deep in my belly.
My legs gave out completely. Just as I started to collapse, Taeseok's thick arm crushed around my waist and slammed me back against the toilet lid.
I have to push him away. Sehee woke up outside...!
My mind screamed to knee him in the solar plexus, but my arms were clinging to his broad back like he was a lifeline. I had to admit it. Inside this solid, burning male embrace, the filthy pleasure of forgetting everything and rutting like animals was chewing up what little reason I had left.
No, you idiot! Open the skill and stun him already?!
The urge peaked, but if a skill effect went off in this cramped stall, Sehee would definitely kick the men's-room door down.
"Hnn... mmph, Tae, hah...!"
I scraped together every last drop of my former ranker's strength and shoved his solid shoulder away from my lips.
"Haa, haa..."
"Noona... why..."
Our lips parted with a glistening silver thread of saliva. Taeseok looked down at me, face flushed with lust, eyes still devouring me. I caught my breath and pressed my lips to his ear, whispering viciously.
"Sehee woke up, you idiot."
"......!!"
The moment the words left my mouth, his furnace-hot body went rigid. His pupils shook wildly, like someone had dumped ice water over him.
I slipped out of his arms and yanked my rumpled silk dress back down. When I turned on my phone screen like a mirror and checked his face, a horrified gasp escaped me.
Shit! My lipstick is all over him!!
I have to eat the delicious part myself.
Can't let her find out!
Sehee will steal it.
It's all mine.
I have to eat it all and give it to her.
The red lipstick the makeup artist had carefully applied was now smeared thickly around Taeseok's thick lips. I looked around for tissues, but the holder inside the stall was empty. The guardian spirit's alarm was getting louder. No time.
I grabbed Taeseok by the collar and yanked him down.
"N-Noona...?!"
Lick.
"......!!!!"
Inside the narrow stall, only the old ventilation fan hummed. A wet, obscene sound echoed.
I stood on tiptoe and dragged my tongue over his thick lips, meticulously licking away every trace of red. I swept along the lip line, swallowing the smeared color clean with saliva—perfect evidence erasure.
"Ugh... haa..."
Contrary to my urgent intent, every flick of my tongue drew a beastly groan from him. Even in the dim light I could see his thick neck and cheeks flush crimson in an instant.
Once his lips were spotless, I pulled my tongue back and released his collar.
Relationship Synchronization Complete
▷ Taeseok: Protected Target → Subordinate Partner (Tank)
"Haa... haa... Noona... just now, that..."
Taeseok's voice trembled strangely. His large hand carefully touched the lips my tongue had just swept over. His gaze, burning red, dripped with expectation as he looked down at me.
"So... what exactly are we now...?"
I roughly wiped my own mouth with the back of my hand while using the phone screen as a mirror, then drew a cold line.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I still haven't decided anything."
"......!"
"It's only been a short while since I became this damn seductive female body. I'm still figuring out these new sensations one by one, still adapting."
I spun around and jabbed my index finger repeatedly into the solid chest of the sulking two-meter giant.
"You're still my ten-year ball-buddy—no, my dear little brother. My precious party member. Got it, you horny mutt?"
"Ah..."
"And more than anything, I still haven't sorted out my feelings for Sehee sleeping outside. So don't get ahead of yourself and cross the line."
At my final nail, Taeseok's broad shoulders visibly drooped. He looked exactly like a big dog whose tail had been wagging in anticipation, only to have its ears flattened by a merciless "stay" command.
"Yes... I understand, Noona... I'll remember."
"And after I leave, count to a hundred before you come out!"
Phew, at least the line is still intact.
Only then did I hurriedly unfreeze the constellation chat window I had silenced earlier.
Ding-!
Chat window freeze has been lifted.
The moment the restriction lifted, the suppressed gods' messages exploded across my retina like a bursting dam.
Shit.
A chill ran down my spine at the gods' mocking warnings. The guardian spirit's alarm was far clearer than before. Sehee was definitely right outside the restroom.
I shoved the pale-faced Taeseok deeper into the stall.
"Hey! Forget counting to a hundred! If Sehee sees you too, we're done for. I'll take Sehee and leave first, so you stay here like a dead mouse and sneak home later on your own. Got it?"
"N-Noona... if we get caught...!"
"Shut up and hide!"
I crammed him into the stall, washed the smeared lipstick off with tap water, then strode alone toward the men's-room entrance. The lipstick was already gone anyway. I could just claim I got drunk, felt sick, and wandered into the wrong restroom to throw up.
Naturally. Act completely natural.
I took a deep breath and shoved the heavy iron door open.
Creaaak— BANG!!!!
Ah, fuck... why is the restroom door so loud?!
The rusted hinges screamed as the thick door slammed into the wall with a thunderous crash. The entire quiet nighttime park seemed to reverberate. My plan to slip out quietly was ruined; I'd basically announced to the whole neighborhood, "I just came out of the men's restroom!"
"......!!"
At the enormous noise, the figure staggering toward the restroom stopped dead.
Exactly as the guardian spirit had warned. Sehee, who should have been under the parasol, now stood barely five steps from the restroom entrance, staring straight at me.
The night air turned icy. Under the streetlight, Sehee's drunken, disheveled hair and my own figure framed in the men's-room doorway locked eyes across the empty space.
In that instant, cold sweat poured down my back like rain.
Whether it was from being tangled with a two-meter male in that narrow, hot stall or from a ranker's instinct screaming "we're fucked," I couldn't tell. The sweat that had drenched my back had soaked through the thin silk dress Sehee herself had picked out for me today, plastering it to my skin.
Plus my ears, flushed bright red from the heat. And my bare lips—slightly swollen, the red lipstick Sehee had carefully reapplied earlier now completely gone.
Anyone could see I'd been doing something intense inside the restroom. The evidence was overwhelming and impossible to explain away.
"......Uh, S-Sehee. You're awake? What are you doing here..."
I forced a smile, trying to ignore the cold sweat running down my spine.
Sehee didn't answer. She simply looked back and forth between the "Men's Restroom" sign, my sweat-soaked silk dress clinging transparently to my skin, and my bare, lipstick-free lips with cold, sunken eyes.
"Honey..."
Sehee's low, chilling voice cut through the night air.
"That's the men's restroom... What exactly were you doing in there...?"
Beyond the closed door behind me, a two-meter mutt was holding his breath.
In front of me, my ex-girlfriend was coldly interrogating me while scanning my sweat-drenched body from head to toe.
We were completely, utterly fucked.