Fortunately, after the meal, both women finally put on some clothes. Alex slipped into a black spaghetti-strap mini dress, though she didn't bother with any underwear.
Jessica offered her a pair of disposable panties, but Alex declined, saying it wasn't necessary since she'd be heading back to university soon and who knew what might happen there.
"Samson, I'm heading out now. I hope my senior can help you," Alex said as she opened her arms and walked toward me. I had no choice but to step forward and hug her slender waist, feeling the soft sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest through the thin fabric of her dress.
Then, she leaned in close and whispered softly in my ear, "You should come to the university and screw me sometime. Or were you too tired from screwing my cousin this morning? Is that why you didn't touch me earlier?"
I didn't know how to respond. I felt a mix of regret and embarrassment and could only stammer, "Y-yeah, I was a bit tired."
Alex smiled, then stepped back and waved to Jessica. "Bye, cousin!"
"Mm, and remember—don't borrow money again! If you do, I'll tell your parents next time!" Jessica said, pretending to be stern.
"Got it, I know. I'm leaving now!"
With that, the lively and youthful Alex left, leaving just me and Jessica in the room. Jessica had changed back into the outfit she wore earlier in the morning and turned to me. "Samson, I noticed you were already hard just now. Do you want to fuck me again?"
"Huh? Again?"
"Yeah. I could tell you've been holding back ever since you got back. If you need to release, just say so. I can't control Alex's decisions, but if you want to satisfy your urges, you only need to ask me."
"Well, when you came home and stripped naked, I did feel a little…"
"This is my house. I'm usually naked when I'm home. Why bother wearing clothes here?" Jessica said with a laugh.
"Uh… well, we've already done it several times today. I think I should pace myself." Honestly, though, I was thinking about how perfect this setup was—living here, eating here, and freely screwing the hostess. It was practically my dream life.
"Sigh, there's no need to hold back. But it's up to you. Let's get going. Or, if you want, you can even release your urges at the police station later."
"The police station? Release my urges? With a female cop?"
On the way to the police station, I tried to ask Jessica more about this world. Some of the things she told me were hard to believe, but within the logic of this place, they made perfect sense.
The moral code here boiled down to three key points:
1. Sex is as normal as eating or sleeping. People view it as a basic human need, no different from other bodily functions.
2. A woman's role is to serve as an outlet for men's desires. This doesn't change regardless of a woman's social status. In other words, even if a woman is married, she isn't considered her husband's exclusive property and can still be used by others.
3. Women don't see nudity as shameful. On the contrary, it's men who aren't allowed to expose themselves casually.
"That said, during the day, since everyone has to work, time can't be wasted on sex. So during the day, women can refuse sexual advances from anyone except their husbands or bosses. Otherwise, no one would get anything done," Jessica explained.
"So, you're saying it's fair game at night?" I asked.
"More or less, but that's a bit of an oversimplification. Different cities have different rules. In this city, for example, it's generally fine earlier in the evening, but after 11 p.m., things change."
"Oh? How do they change? Does that mean after 11 p.m., anything goes?"
"Exactly. From 11 p.m. until dawn, as long as a woman isn't wearing clothes, anyone can have sex with her. It doesn't matter whether she undressed herself, someone else undressed her, or her clothes were forcibly torn off."
The implications were crystal clear.
Jessica continued, "That's why I rarely go out alone late at night unless Louis is with me. He's my husband, so I feel safe with him around. Otherwise, after 11 p.m., I'd just be a walking sex toy. But back when I was in school and just after I graduated, I actually enjoyed going out at that time and letting other men have their way with me. I mean, who hasn't gone a little wild when they were young, right?"
"Right, that's true," I replied.
As Jessica and I chatted, time seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, we had arrived at the police station where Candy worked. The station wasn't very large, and there didn't seem to be many officers on duty. It looked like the area had good public order, and the officers appeared to have plenty of downtime.
I took a closer look at the uniforms. The male officers' uniforms were similar to those in my original world. But the female officers wore extremely short pencil skirts that revealed their thighs, which were clad in black stockings. Their tops were tighter and more transparent than the men's uniforms, making it easy to see the patterns of their black bras underneath.
In the reception area, there was a board listing the services offered by the station, along with photos of the officers. On one side, there was even a "Female Officer Escort Availability" chart. At the top were photos of the female officers, with small tags underneath indicating whether they were "On Patrol," "On Duty," or "Currently Escorting."
"Excuse me, is Candy here?" Jessica asked one of the officers at the front desk.
The officer glanced at the chart and replied, "Yes, she's here. Please wait a moment." He made a call, and we noticed Candy's name on the chart with the tag "On Duty" beneath it.
We sat down on a nearby bench, and I leaned over to Jessica. "What's this escorting thing? Do female cops really have to… you know?"
"It's like this," Jessica explained. "To maintain social harmony, female officers are also responsible for using their bodies to defuse potential crimes. If someone is on the verge of committing a crime due to psychological distress, they can come to the station and talk to a female officer. The officer is trained to guide them, and if necessary, she'll have sex with them to help calm them down and reduce their criminal impulses. It's very effective."
Jessica continued, "There are two other scenarios. First, if a detainee in the holding cells has sexual needs, they can apply for a female officer to service them. If their behavior has been good, the request is usually approved, and the officer will provide sexual relief as a reward. The second scenario is something I've only heard rumors about—during interrogations, female officers might use their sexual skills to extract confessions. But that's classified, and the government never officially acknowledges it. It's just gossip."
Using sex to extract confessions—would that count as coercion?
"Hello, I'm Officer Candy, a Level B officer. Are you the ones looking for me? You're Alex's cousin and her friend, right?" A female officer in a neatly pressed uniform appeared before us, her smile dazzling. It seemed like there were no unattractive women in this world.
After some brief introductions and an explanation of my situation, Candy smiled and said, "Alex already gave me a heads-up. Sir, please follow me to the records room so I can check the database."
Candy's tight skirt hugged her hips as she walked, swaying with every step. I couldn't help but drool. As we passed a few rooms, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman having sex coming from one of them. Peeking inside, I saw a couple going at it on a desk. Judging by the clothes on the floor, the woman was a police officer. It seemed she was "escorting" someone.
Candy frowned and walked over to shut the door. Only then did I notice the plaque on the door that read "Reception Room."
After passing through several more doors, we entered a room labeled "Records Room." Inside were rows of filing cabinets and lockers, with a desk and computer near the entrance. Candy closed the door behind us, and a strange thought crossed my mind—if I were to rape a female officer here, what kind of crime would that be?
"Alright, sir, what's your name?" she asked, sitting down at the computer and looking up at me with a smile.
I didn't want her to find anything, but I pretended to be hopeful. "My name is Samson. I really hope you can help me find my family."
"Alright… Samson… Hmm, there are over a dozen people with that name. Let me narrow it down."
Candy glanced at my face and began comparing it to the profiles in the system. Unsurprisingly, there was no match.
"That's odd. None of these profiles match your age or appearance," Candy said, looking puzzled. "Are you sure that's your name? You didn't forget, did you?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure. Maybe it's not even my real name. Sigh…" I continued to play along, hoping they wouldn't treat me as an illegal immigrant and kick me out. But even if they did, wouldn't they at least try to figure out who I was first?
"Hmm, I see. Well, in that case, we'll have to try something else." Candy stood up, smiling, and said something completely unexpected.
"Take off your clothes."
"What? Take off my clothes?"
"Yes, all of them. Put them on that chair over there. I'll do a full-body scan to check your physical features and see if there's a match in the database. This method should work."
"Wait… you mean everything?"
"Of course. It's a full-body scan. Come on, you're a man—why are you hesitating? Here, I'll help you if you're shy."
Before I could react, Candy started unbuttoning her uniform with a playful smile. She wasn't kidding. She took off her police shirt and hung it neatly on a hanger inside a locker. By now, I was getting used to the norms of this world, so her actions didn't shock me as much as they might have earlier. Everything here was starting to feel… natural.
Underneath her uniform, she wore a bra that left much of her breasts exposed. The bra seemed to be part of her uniform, as it had the same insignia as her police hat.
"Officer, is that bra… part of your uniform too?" I asked, curious.
"Of course! Why do you look so surprised?" Candy laughed.
"Well, it's just… unusual."
As she bent down to remove her skirt, she chuckled. "Not just the bra—the panties are part of the uniform too. See for yourself."
Her bra and panties were relatively modest, made of plain cotton. The panties also bore the police insignia.
"Stop staring and hurry up. Didn't I tell you to take off your clothes?"
Even though I'd seen plenty of naked women today, a man never gets tired of seeing something new. Following her lead, I began undressing.