29-92

EP.92 Summer Festival – The Widow Shrine Maiden and the Public Restroom (2) 

The festival’s noise had faded a bit, but the heat of the night was only growing. A middle-aged man, flushed from drink, rushed desperately toward the public restroom. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his face was red he was clearly at his limit. 

“Ugh… Damn, drank too much,” he muttered, clutching his stomach and groaning. 

He barely made it to the restroom, shoving open the old, creaky door and nearly tumbling inside. The place was anything but clean: a flickering bulb barely lit the room, broken tiles, cobwebs in the corners, and a stench of urine and mold that made him grimace. But he was in no position to care. 

“Whew… made it,” he sighed in relief, unzipping at the urinal. 

He hummed a little tune as he relieved himself, the sound echoing oddly in the dingy space. After a satisfied belch, he zipped up and turned to leave when he heard a faint, stifled moan. 

He froze, senses suddenly sharp, and the humming stopped. He looked toward the farthest stall, its old wooden door tightly shut. There’d been no sign of anyone when he entered. Was he hearing things? But tales of strange happenings in festival restrooms flickered through his mind, and curiosity (and a bit of dread) took over. 

“Hey… is someone in there?” he called, knocking on the door. No answer. But then, a bit clearer this time, a woman’s muffled breathing and a faint buzzing sound seeped out. 

“Could it be…?” A lecherous grin crept onto his face. He tried the handle, but it was locked. 

“If you don’t answer, I’ll open the door!” he threatened, banging harder. 

Suddenly, a strained child’s voice came from inside. “S-someone’s here! Ngh…!” 

It was unmistakably a boy’s voice, struggling as if pushing out a bowel movement. 

“…What, just a kid?” The man’s excitement deflated. He heard the boy pretend to talk to his mother on the phone, and, embarrassed, the man grumbled and left, muttering about kids using phones in the bathroom. 

As the door banged shut behind him, silence settled over the restroom, broken only by the faint mechanical whirring and stifled breathing from inside the stall. 

After a moment, the “boy” inside sighed in relief. “Whew. Almost got caught. Acting like a kid is exhausting.” 

Yuu, who had just been faking the child’s voice, glanced at the toilet. There, an indecent scene unfolded. 

Fumika, completely naked, was perched precariously atop the filthy men’s toilet. Her yukata was crumpled on the floor at Yuu’s feet, and her pale skin was marked with the red traces of past ecstasy. 

“If people knew what Kisaragi Fumika was doing here…” Yuu mused. 

Fumika’s face, covered by a blindfold, was wet with sweat, tears, and saliva. Her lips, bitten to stifle her cries, trembled with barely contained moans. Her wrists, tied crudely with a sash, quivered in shame. 

“Who would have thought you’d bring all this with you? Should I praise your preparedness?” Yuu said, flicking a small remote and glancing at her thighs. 

Between her legs, two devices buzzed away: a vibrator inside her, rumbling dully, and a rotor pressed against her clit, sending constant jolts of pleasure. 

“What were you thinking, walking around the festival with these hidden in your bag? Hoping someone would use them on you?” 

“N-no… that’s not… true… Master…!” she managed to protest, but her voice was weak, more like a needy moan than a denial. 

Her body trembled even more violently, reacting to the toys’ stimulation. The deeper her shame, the more she was consumed by pleasure. 

Yuu grinned at her response. “What if that guy had opened the door and seen us like this, crammed together in this tiny stall?” 

His words painted the threat vividly in her mind, making the danger feel even more real and more exciting. 

He pressed the remote again, making the vibrator suddenly rougher. Fumika’s body jerked, her slim waist trembling on the toilet. 

“Bringing these toys to the festival… Maybe you’d have gotten even more excited if you’d been caught?” 

“N-no…! I… I’d never… ah !” 

She tried to shake her head, but the relentless pleasure made her words break down. “I only get excited showing my body to… Master…!” 

“Is that so?” Yuu snorted. “But when those guys were hitting on you at the stall, weren’t you secretly happy?” 

“N-no…! I never… thought… ah !” she cried, her protests dissolving into moans. 

Yuu changed the vibration pattern again, sending strong, intermittent pulses deep inside her. 

‘I’m a shrine maiden… doing this in a place like this…! But I can’t stop…!’ she thought, trying to resist, but her body, already a slave to pleasure, responded honestly. 

The more shame she felt, the more intense her arousal grew. Hot juices dripped down her thighs and onto the toilet seat, the sound echoing in the silence. 

“I’m sorry… Please… no more… ah !” 

“Sorry for what? Tell me exactly.” 

“…Actually, I was a little… happy when those men surrounded me earlier…” 

“Why? Explain.” 

“Because… you got jealous, Master… I was happy you got jealous…!” 

The vibrator surged even stronger. 

“Hyaaah?!” 

A powerful jolt shot through her, making her arch her back. In that blinding, overwhelming pleasure, she sensed the end was near. 

Just then, the restroom door banged open, louder than before. 

“Damn, that Honoka, she’s a real pain!” 

“Yeah, let’s just hit the bathroom before we go.” 

It was Kato and Yamada the same men who’d harassed Fumika at the stall. Their heavy footsteps drew closer to the stall. Fumika’s heart dropped. 

‘If they open this door…!’ 

To be caught like this, naked and being toyed with in a filthy men’s restroom… She’d rather die. 

She looked desperately toward Yuu, silently begging him to do something, to at least stop the vibrations. But Yuu remained cold and calm, the vibrations only growing more intense. 

Fumika barely managed to stifle her moans, her hands bound, hoping their conversation would cover any stray sounds. 

“Hey, do you think those rumors are true?” 

“That Fumika’s being played by some kid? No way. You believe that stuff?” 

“But both Kondo and Tanaka said something after visiting the shrine…” 

“Probably just drunk or bitter after getting rejected. Not the first time.” 

Fumika’s breath caught. ‘So there are rumors…’ Fear crept in what if her secret with Yuu was exposed? 

The men continued, “Forget rumors, Fumika’s body is amazing. That yukata tonight… damn, I’d love to have her just once.” 

“Her boobs were bouncing like crazy at the stall. I’d die happy if I could just grope them.” 

Hearing herself objectified from the other side of the stall, Fumika shook with humiliation. She wanted to die from shame, yet her arousal only grew, juices dripping down her thighs. 

‘Am I really… such a hopeless pervert…?’ 

Luckily, she soon heard the sound of flushing and running water. Just a little longer… 

But then, a sudden surge of vibrations hit her deep inside. 

“Ah !” 

She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping, her hips twisting. 

“Did you hear something, Yamada?” 

“Huh? I didn’t hear anything.” 

“I swear I heard something weird. Like… a woman’s voice.” 

Footsteps approached the stall. A shadow loomed under the door. 

‘Please, please… don’t come…!’ 

Fumika held her breath, teeth clenched. 

The door creaked as Kato’s hand gripped the knob, about to open it and expose everything  

“Hey! Kato! Yamada! There you are! There’s a problem at HQ come quick!” 

A young staffer’s urgent voice called from outside. 

“What now?!” 

“One of the stage lights went out need you to check it!” 

“Damn it! Fine, we’re coming!” 

Grumbling, Kato and Yamada left. Their footsteps faded, and the door closed. Only then did Fumika finally gasp for air. 

But it was only for a moment. The terror, the tension, and the relentless stimulation all crashed over her at once. 

“Ugh !” 

With an animalistic cry, Fumika’s body convulsed in climax on the toilet. A torrent of hot liquid gushed from deep inside her, a mix of shame, release, and pleasure like she’d never known. 

The sensation of her thighs soaked in fluid was the only thing anchoring her to reality. 

Panting, she slumped on the toilet, the hot wetness vivid between her legs, too exhausted to feel embarrassed. 

Her own scent and the restroom’s stench made her dizzy; the vibrator’s hum still filled her ears. 

“Wow, you even peed yourself. This dirty restroom is even filthier now.” 

Yuu’s words snapped her back, filling her with icy shame. 

“And you left without permission, too. I think you need to be punished.” 

“Ah!?” 

The word “punishment” made her body twitch, not with fear, but with eager anticipation. 

“Please… punish this filthy, depraved widow shrine maiden… however you wish, Master…” 

She barely managed to support herself, voice melting with desire. 

Tears slid from beneath her blindfold whether from shame, anticipation, or both, she couldn’t tell.