Before I could speak, he ended the call like I didn't matter. I groaned, clutching my forehead. "Damn you, boss. By the heavens and earth, may your bald head never grow hair ever again!" I paused, realizing once again I was too loud. The stares on me were basically from the part that I still had a sticky pant full of cum.
Something in me snapped. I snorted, then barked out, "And so what? You men jerk off in bathrooms all the time! What's so new in seeing a man wet?" Gasps rippled. Faces twisted, but not with disgust this time—with shame. One by one, their eyes dropped, turning away, necks craning to look anywhere but at me.
I almost laughed in their faces. Almost. Instead, I let out a quiet snicker, biting the inside of my cheek, laughing inwardly. A soft ping dragged my eyes back to my phone screen. My balance flashed a new credit alert: +¥500.00.
Description: Order a cab and get down here immediately!
I scoffed. "Bribing me with transport money now? What am I—your errand boy? Oh wait… I am your errand boy." I waved down a cab. The driver leaned out, eyeing me up and down. For a second, my heart stopped. Did he notice? Could he smell it?
"Where to?" he asked, chewing on a toothpick.
I rattled off the address of the presidential suite where he had agreed to entertain Kenshao company. He nodded, jerking his thumb at the backseat. I slid in, about to seat when I looked down to my pants and he subsequently did that. Nervously, I looked away and coughed out.
"Mind lending me a cover to sit on the chair?"
The driver stopped chewing his toothpick, tilted his head, and gave me a long, knowing stare. Then he scoffed. "Tch. Kids nowadays—masturbating in public buses like it's a damn hobby. The least you can do is not stain my car seat."
Heat shot to my ears. "I—I wasn't—"
"Spare me the sermon," He hissed, popping open the dashboard, rummaged for a second, then yanked out a folded, thick piece of fabric and flung it at me. "Lay it down. I just washed this car. If you paint my seat with your… nonsense, you're paying extra for cleaning."
I unfolded the fabric, embarrassed beyond words, I carefully spread it over the leather cushion, smoothing out the wrinkles. I lowered myself gently on it and sat down. He gave me a stern glare and plunge the keys into the hole and started the car. "That is ¥600."
"¥600?"
"Extra fee for my damn car seat you are going to stain with your cum." The driver clicked his tongue, eyes back on the road. "Unbelievable. My daughter's your age, and I swear if I ever caught her riding a bus with boys like you—"
I shut my eyes, sinking back against the headrest while he kept on ranting about kids with no discipline and the world falling apart, but I let it roll off. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Forty-five minutes later, a sharp honk jolted me awake. I blinked groggily, my neck stiff, and found his hand tapping the headrest.
"We're here. Pay up."
I shoved bills into his palm—fare plus the ridiculous "cum tax" he demanded—without a word. He counted it with a scoff and muttered something under his breath. I didn't care anymore.
I walked straight to the entrance of the grand building, and a female security officer stood by the scanner.
"Uh… is there a bathroom around here?"
"The men's room is on the first floor, South Wing." She leaned slightly forward, her tone lowered. "And… you might need an extra pant." Her gaze lingered for half a heartbeat before she turned away, scanning the next guest's ID.
"Thank you,"
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The men's room was quiet when I pushed the door open and I ducked into the far stall, shut the door, and finally exhaled. The mess was worse than I thought. My pants were clammy, the smell faint but undeniable. I muttered curses under my breath as I yanked some tissue, dabbing at the fabric, trying to make myself look halfway human.
"Damn it…" I hissed, scrubbing harder on the stain. The door creaked. Footsteps shuffled in.
I froze. A low whistle followed by the jingle of a belt buckle. The sound of a zipper. I shut my eyes, praying whoever it was would pick any stall but mine.
Then came the voice I dreaded most.
"KAITO!"
The blood drained from my face. My hand clenched the damp tissue so hard it crumbled. Slowly, I turned my head toward the gap in the stall door.
He was standing right there, obviously angered by my existence. I gave a long invisible sigh and came out of the stall. He gave his long speech on how I wasn't qualified to be working at the company and he only gave me chance when he saw my application was a bit manageable.
"You dimwit, hurry up, his Excellency isn't happy that I delayed him."
Thank goodness, I thought inwardly, forcing my face blank. Thank goodness he didn't notice my pant disaster. If he had, I'd probably be mopping the bathroom floor with my own tongue right now.
"Move," Roku barked, and I obeyed without hesitation, falling into step beside him. My shoulders were stiff, every inch of me praying no one else could smell the humiliation clinging to me.
By the time we reached the conference room, my stomach had tied itself into knots, palms sweating nervously. The doors swung open, and my breath lodged in my throat, seeing someone about to plug the flashdrive onto the big screen.
"You said you hadn't decoded it boss."
"Well while you were wasting my time, I hired a freelance hacker to get the drive open." Roku's words hit deep, shivers running through my spine. The air in the room all vanished for me as soon as the big screen came up alongside a loading bar in the center.
0%...50%...95%...100%
[Successfully connected to Japan 023 server complete. Please select your file.]
I swallowed hard, forcing my face into a mask of indifference even as panic clawed up my throat. If what was on that drive played in front of this room full of people, there would be no coming back.
"Wait..."
"What exactly is it you this dimwit? I will have to get it on the screen myself." He walked forward, a fake smile covering the irritation irking on his face. Just when I needed my legs to run at the speed of light, my body betrayed me. I stood there frozen while he slid the flash drive into the country's laptop and in one click,
The screen went dark.
Roku's smile cracked on one side, sweating profusely as he clicked another file open but nothing changed. "Um, you mind helping me Kaito?" His finger came off the keyboard afraid of ruining it more, that was when I took my chance, hurried up to the stage. I jabbed the windows key in attempt to temporarily shut the laptop down.
Click...click.
The big screen split after a double click having the left half white while right half sank pitch black before completely becoming black again. "What the hell just happened?" someone from the back demanded.
I straightened up, trying to look like I hadn't just panicked and slammed a random key. "Looks like the system crashed might've overheated, or maybe the projector just can't handle the split-screen feed."
Roku looked pale, eyes darting from me to the president. "I—I don't know, sir. One second it was working, then—"
"I don't care what happened. Fix it."
"Y-yes, sir!" Roku scrambled, fumbling with the laptop, trying to reboot it. Meanwhile, I quietly slipped the flash drive from the port and into my pocket, getting the right flashdrive while I pretended to steady the laptop. "Let's try without external hardware first," I said smoothly, as if I were actually helping. "See if it boots clean."
The boss narrowed his eyes but gave a short nod. "Fine. Do it." I slid into the chair with my sweating palms, clearing data installed on the computer while plugging in the correct one. I pressed down the button for few seconds and both the laptop and big screen came on.
[VIRUS DETECTED. SERVER IS DOWN. TRY AGAIN LATER.]