Chapter 13: I’m Going to Cum in the Street…!

Chapter 13: 13: I’m Going to Cum in the Street...!

’No...’

Assistant Manager Barry was a difficult man to deal with.

He was thirty years old.

His smirking manner could be oily and irritating, but he was tall and handsome enough that many women at the company liked him.

He socialized constantly, unlike Selena, who did little but work. He heard personal stories from everyone and spoke freely about his own.

More than once, Selena had learned about employees’ private affairs through Barry.

He knew every rumor and spread them just as readily.

Of all people, why him...?

"Mm... Assistant Manager Barry. Fancy seeing you here."

Stay calm.

She had to act as though nothing was wrong.

"What brings you here, Manager Selena? I came to have a drink with my sweetheart."

"Your sweetheart...?"

"Come say hello. This is my manager."

A woman stepped forward beside him.

"Hello. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Hana Miller."

"My fiancée. Pretty, isn’t she?"

Barry put an arm around the woman’s shoulders.

Ah. The fiancée Selena had only heard about.

She examined Hana discreetly. The woman was very young.

Selena vaguely remembered hearing that she had graduated from university the previous year.

Unlike the flashy Barry, she seemed polite and quiet.

"I-I see."

Here Selena stood in front of her subordinate’s fiancée while...

The vibrator pulsed inside her in short rhythmic bursts.

"Mmm... It’s nice to meet you, Hana."

"I’ve heard a great deal about you as well."

The pattern had changed at some point.

Instead of a continuous hum, it now vibrated in regular beats.

Selena remembered the package she had thrown into the restroom trash saying there were ten different patterns.

No... I can’t bear this.

She quickly turned her phone behind her back and tried to write a DM to the man.

Typing one-handed without looking would have been difficult enough. With the vibrations shaking through her, coherent text was impossible.

"Assistant Manager Barry, your wedding is soon, isn’t it? Congratulations."

"Oh, it’s still a while away. Planning the ceremony takes much longer than I expected."

"I see..."

She tried to send:

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I met someone I know.

│ Please turn it off, just for now.

╰─

What appeared instead was:

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I mt smeone I knw.

│ Plase trun it offf just now.

╰─

(Unread)

The man did not even open it.

"Did you come out for a drink too, Manager Selena?"

"M-me?"

"Yes. You looked like you were wandering around alone."

How long had he been watching her?

Surely not since she left the building.

"Mm... yes."

"What is it, drinking alone? Or could you be meeting a boyfriend?"

"Assistant Manager... Barry."

She tried to warn him with a sharp look.

But a glare delivered while a vibrator worked inside her had little force.

Instead, Hana poked Barry in the side.

"Don’t ask her things like that."

"Hm? It’s fine. Manager Selena and I are close."

"That isn’t the point..."

"Right, Manager? We’ve worked together for ages."

"..."

Why would he say that in front of his fiancée?

The expression beside him was already souring.

Oblivious, Barry continued loudly.

"I’ve never seen you dressed like this before. Wow, Manager Selena, you know how to make yourself look good."

"Mmm... Assistant Manager Barry..."

"If you aren’t meeting a boyfriend, are you here to get picked up? There are plenty of clubs around here."

"Mmm..."

Normally she would already have reprimanded him for speaking that way to a superior.

But then the vibration pattern changed again.

The device hammered in a new rhythm.

Another pattern.

Selena could barely keep herself upright.

She pressed her lips together with all her strength and forced her trembling legs to remain steady.

But she could do nothing about the fluid running down her thighs.

"Manager?"

"Ah... I’m just here alone. For a drink."

"Drinking alone? That’s lonely. Why don’t you join us for one glass?"

"Hey!"

Hana struck him more firmly in the side.

She watched Selena and whispered.

"She looks uncomfortable."

"I know. I’m doing it on purpose."

"On purpose?"

"When else do I get to tease her?"

"Still... She doesn’t look well."

"Probably needs the bathroom."

’I can hear every word...!’

Selena listened to them openly gossiping in front of her and could do nothing.

The vibrator continued pulsing.

"Mmm... hnn..."

All her strength went into keeping herself standing.

Her hips trembled visibly. Her ass clenched again and again but refused to remain still.

Every nerve had gathered in her lower body, and she could barely keep herself from climaxing.

At this rate... she couldn’t...

"We should go. It was nice meeting you, Manager Selena."

Hana bowed first.

Thank goodness. She could finally escape.

"Why? We should have a drink together. Manager Selena, what do you think? Drinking alone is depressing."

Please. Just leave. For godsake.

Selena forced her mouth open.

A single mistake would release a moan, but she held it back long enough to speak.

"I’m fine. You two should drink together. I was about to go home."

"You’re leaving already? It’s only nine. The night is just starting. Second round, third round."

Please go. Please...!

"We have work tomorrow, so don’t drink too much, Assistant Manager Barry."

"Right, work tomorrow. Don’t worry. I can handle my alcohol."

Barry showed no intention of stopping.

His fiancée was Selena’s only rescue.

"Please, let’s go."

"Fine. Why are you so fussy tonight? Manager Selena, we’ll be going."

They both bowed.

Barry gave only a casual nod, while Hana bent deeply at the waist.

Biting her lip, Selena answered.

"Y-yes... Don’t drink too much. I’ll see you tomorrow, Assistant Manager Barry."

"Yes, ma’am. Get home safely."

They bowed again and walked past her.

It was over.

The vibrator surged.

Now.

Now she could climax.

Come... I’m going to come in the street...!

"Mmm—nnn... ♡"

"Oh, right, Manager Selena!"

Barry suddenly turned around.

"You look beautiful tonight!"

No... noooo...!

"Mmm—mmph?!"

Her pussy squirted in helpless pulses around the vibrator.

Ah... I came.

In the street. In front of everyone.

In front of Assistant Manager Barry.

"I told you to stop bothering her."

"Fine. Let’s go, sweetheart."

Fortunately, Hana struck his back and made him turn away again.

But Selena could not guarantee that he had noticed nothing.

The vibration finally stopped.

A DM arrived at the same time.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Sorry. I just saw your message.

╰─

This man...!

He had watched everything while playing with her completely.

A man who subjected her to humiliation like this...

And yet...

Her arousal continued running down her thighs.

"Haa... haa... ♡"

He was also the man who gave her experiences this intoxicating.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Where should I go next?

╰─

***

"You worked hard, miss."

"Haa... haa... haa..."

After that, Selena had walked through every corner of the alleys around Tulsa Station.

She had even entered the crowded station itself.

The fluid leaking from her forced her to stop in a restroom once to clean up.

By the end, she was limping with one hand pressed to her abdomen.

Several people had approached to ask whether she needed help.

She had barely avoided being discovered.

Exposing such a shameful state to strangers...

"We’ve been walking almost an hour. The battery must be nearly dead."

"...Probably."

The vibrator’s once-strong hum weakened, then stopped completely.

Apparently, the battery truly had run out.

"Heh. How was it, miss?"

"Terrible. I never want to do anything like this again."

"You say that, but your thighs look flooded."

Startled, she looked down.

Wet tracks ran along them as though she had urinated.

"Th-that couldn’t be helped. It’s a bodily response."

"It certainly is. The water your body releases because it likes what I’m doing."

"Mmm..."

She could not argue.

Truthfully, it had felt...

Embarrassing, humiliating, and shameful.

But far too good.

If she had completely lost her reason, she might have collapsed among the tables and masturbated wildly in front of everyone.

The last of her restraint had forced the pleasure down and kept her walking with her arms around her stomach.

Even so, some people must have realized.

She could not forget the men who had stared at her with suggestive expressions, as if asking whether she was some kind of pervert.

Remembering those gazes made her body stir again.

"Was that man someone you know?"

"What?"

"The first man you spoke with."

He meant Barry.

A lie would not hide it.

"...Yes. I know him."

"What a coincidence, meeting someone you know here."

The man did not know her company was nearby.

Calling it coincidence would be safest.

"I know. I was... surprised too."

"Does he work with you?"

"...Yes."

"And the woman?"

"...No, she doesn’t. But why are you asking? Don’t pry so deeply into my private life."

Flustered, Selena turned away and clenched both fists.

"Today is the last time anyway..."

"That’s right. The last time."

The man handed her the remote.

His return to polite speech meant the security-guard role-play was over.

"You did well. That concludes today’s game."

"...What?"

"We played for an hour. That should be enough. You can finish up and go home."

"N-no. Suddenly?"

"It isn’t sudden. The vibrator’s battery is dead, and you have enjoyed yourself thoroughly."

His gaze moved toward the fluid that had dripped near her shoes.

He was right.

She had climaxed several times in the street and had been more excited than at any other point in her life.

She had enjoyed herself without restraint.

But...

But...!

"It’s unfortunate that this is the last time, but I should respect your wishes. I enjoyed our time together."

"Wait..."

"Get home safely."

The man turned away.

What?

He was really leaving?

After making her this wet?

After bringing her to this state, that was the end?

There was still one thing left.

His cock.

That was the reason she had come all this way.

They still had not had sex.

"...!"

Before she realized what she was doing, Selena had caught the hem of his clothes.

"You haven’t deleted the photographs."

He still held the printed images of her disgraceful behavior.

"Those..."

Selena alone failed to understand how desperate her expression had become.

"If we have sex... you’ll delete them, right?"