Despite her best efforts to intimidate him, Meiko found herself still lacking a satisfactory response. Her mind, weary and desperate for rest, persistently urged her to surrender to sleep. However, she couldn't simply walk away with the unresolved issue looming before her.
With a determined scowl, she launched her fist towards Kiyoshi's stomach, desperately hoping to shatter the facade he had carefully constructed. However, her attempt at breaking his act only resulted in a pained groan escaping his lips. Her brows creased with increasing intensity, the passage of time only adding to her growing unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that dawn was imminent, ready to break through the darkness at any given moment.
She let out a weary sigh, the weight of the world evident in the sound that escaped her lips…
Meiko's frustration reached its peak as Kiyoshi continued to defy her authority. "If you're unable to relieve yourself, you'll have to return to your cell," she declared, her anger dissipating as it drained her energy.
"W-Wait... I don't want to get an infection from holding in my pee..."
"Then what do you want?" Despite her soft-spoken tone, Kiyoshi's intuition blared a warning, urging him to avoid further provoking her anger. Hastily, he pressed on with his interrupted thoughts.
"I seem to have a way to relieve my urine..."
"Told me! You're really troublesome!"
With a sudden and resounding Bam!...
He fought against the urge to groan as his back made contact with the sturdy toilet seat. Yet, his attention remained fixed on Meiko, who stood before him, seemingly curious about his next move.
Without a moment's hesitation, Kiyoshi boldly lowered his prison trousers, unabashedly exposing himself to the opposite sex. Meiko appeared nonchalant at first, but a subtle raise of her eyebrows betrayed her surprise as she laid eyes on his unnaturally bulging underwear.
Her composure shattered in an instant as Kiyoshi released his final restraint, revealing his manhood in all its glory. As Meiko observed the state of his dick, standing tall and pulsating with visible veins, she couldn't help but sense that something was amiss.
"What are you doing? I swear, if you throw another Bullshit, I-" Kiyoshi interrupted her, his expression abruptly shifting to one of utmost seriousness.
"It looks like my dick has started to get infected. I'm afraid it will be too late if it's not treated immediately.
He tossed another fabrication her way, one she had no interest in accepting. However, he remained unconcerned about Meiko discovering the truth. It was evident from the confused look on her face that she lacked knowledge about the male anatomy. Of course, this was hardly surprising, considering she was confined within the confines of Hachimitsu Academy, a metaphorical glass house.
"So disgusting! Then quickly solve your problem. You just need to pee, right?"
'Isn't it ironic that you're the cause of my current state? And I'm sure those losers also get erect every time they see you,' Kiyoshi couldn't help but ponder. However, he could only manage an embarrassed smile on the surface.
-***-
Currently, Meiko finds herself adorned not in her customary school uniform but rather in a set of sleepwear that exudes an undeniable allure. Kiyoshi was confident that it was not her fault. No matter what attire she chose, her alluring figure effortlessly exuded a captivating charm unapologetically.
Dressed in a vibrant ensemble of tight yellow spandex and snug pink track shorts, she possesses an undeniable allure that captivates the hearts of all who lay eyes upon her. For the opposite sex, an intense desire is swiftly kindled within, fueling a fervent longing that cannot be ignored. The allure of her ample breasts and curvaceous derriere formed a tantalizing union, captivating the senses with their undeniable appeal.
"About that... I need stimulation from you-" Meiko's body contorted abruptly as she leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on the toilet. The unexpected movement caused Kiyoshi to startle, his eyes widening in surprise. However, this momentary shock allowed him to catch a glimpse, with heightened clarity, into the depths of her revealing cleavage.
"Just say it quickly, don't beat around the bush!" Her eyelids grew heavy, drooping lazily as weariness settled upon her. Thoughts became muddled, unable to maintain their clarity as her consciousness teetered on the precipice of slumber. Kiyoshi, ever observant, keenly recognized her impending descent into the realm of dreams.
He extended his hand, a request lingering on his lips. "Could you perhaps, um, give it a gentle rub, like this?" It was a peculiar example, reminiscent of his adolescent years when such acts were not uncommon. In the confines of the restroom, an unexpected twist of events unfolded, veering into a rather scandalous territory. The delicate boundary separating male and female students seemed on the verge of being breached, igniting a sense of perversion in the air.
"You men are truly pathetic... you can't even take care of things like this, and you have to rely on women to do it..." It was a disheartening display indeed. Despite her ability to drift off to sleep at any moment, her gaze remained fixed upon him, her eyes brimming with unwavering focus. With a surge of self-assurance, her hand boldly seized hold of his dick.
He emitted a low, guttural sound, a primal expression of his pleasure...
Kiyoshi's body quivered as though a surge of electricity coursed through him, his breath growing ragged as he struggled to maintain composure. He was acutely aware that, had it not been for her lack of experience and overwhelming sleepiness, she would have never consented to partake in this endeavor.
Her fingers wrapped firmly around his hardened dick, pulsing with desire. Though her touch lacked finesse, each stroke sent shivers of ecstasy through his body. The bead of precum that glistened at the tip transformed the initial discomfort into an overwhelming sensation of bliss.
Kiyoshi's heart quivered under the intense gaze of the formidable Meiko. Beads of sweat formed on his body as he struggled to maintain control and avoid any untimely release. Reluctant to relinquish the pleasure, he lingered, savoring each moment, as his mind gradually succumbed to a deluge of lascivious thoughts concerning her.
In a sudden burst of impatience, his hand shot forward as if the restraints within him had been lifted, urging him to act upon his desires. As Kiyoshi's hand made contact with her chest, a sharp cry of anguish escaped his lips, for Meiko's grip on his dick was unrelenting.
"What on earth are you up to! Don't think I can't see your hand?" Despite the mounting pressure, Kiyoshi fearlessly met her gaze, refusing to be deceived by her attempts to conceal her true intentions.
"Surely, the Vice President has no desire to linger in this place, am I correct? I just thought that if I could see your breasts, my pee would come out faster."
As Kiyoshi observed her silence, a pang of regret washed over him. He realized that his insatiable greed had clouded his judgment. Perhaps he should have been content with the handjob she gave him instead of yearning for more. As he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught, little did he know that what awaited him would send his heart drop.
"Again? Why do you have to make everything complicated... if you told me from the start, I wouldn't have to go through this troublesome thing!"