Translator: pennyChapter: 0Chapter Title: Prologue
Buuurrrrumble—.
My stomach was bubbling like crazy. Sweat pooled between my butt cheeks. My underwear was soaked through. I clenched my sphincter as tight as I could, but it was too much. It was screaming to let it out right now.
My hands and feet were trembling. My body wasn't listening to me at all. Would letting out a fart help? I tried loosening up just a bit, then gave up. One wrong move, and I'd be shitting myself on the subway.
—This station is ○○, ○○ Station. Doors on the right will open.
"Hoo, hoo."
I took deep breaths and stood up from my seat. I tensed my butt to avoid any leaks by mistake. I crept forward slowly, step by careful step, making sure not to bump into anyone.
Not far now.
Think positive. The station bathroom was just a short climb away. Less than five minutes by the clock. I could make it before disaster struck. Totally doable mission.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. This ordeal was just the buildup. Prep for the ecstatic bliss of a perfect dump. No words could capture how good it'd feel.
"Hoo, hoo."
I quickened my pace. Low center of gravity, stable posture, but speedy steps. Almost a jog. Hesitation was a luxury I couldn't afford.
Good, that's enough.
I could do this. Courage surged. The earthquake in my gut calmed for a moment. This was my chance. Miss it, and I'd be the infamous subway shitter at ○○ Station.
Yes!
The men's room came into view. Seeing the goalpost ahead filled me with power. More thrilling than a college acceptance letter after years of grinding.
"Hoo, hoo."
Please, please. I prayed over and over. No god I believed in, but I begged anyway—God, Buddha, Allah, Santa, anyone—for an open stall.
Oh, thank you!
There was an empty one. I launched myself at it faster than anyone. Dignity be damned; I had to claim it. Luckily, the place was deserted.
I flipped up the seat. Normally I'd hesitate to touch it, but not now. If it was clogged, I'd unclog it myself and shit anyway.
"Ooh…!"
The toilet gleamed, pristine and ready. Inviting me in. No hesitation—I dropped my pants. One step from disaster, no time for second thoughts.
Pfffrrrrt, pfft-!
"Hoo, yaaah…!"
This was sex. From today on, I defined this sensation as sex. If this wasn't sex, nothing was. Humanity should synonymize pleasure and perfect poops from now on.
Mission… success….
Pride swelled inside me. Reached the target without staining my underwear. A feat no one else could pull off. Only I could conquer this.
Time to wrap up?
Coming in and going out of a bathroom feels worlds apart. I was no exception. That desperate urge washed away clean. I handled cleanup with casual indifference.
And stepped out of the stall.
"?"
The moment I opened the door, I saw something shocking. My brain rejected the truth my eyes fed it. Unbelievable scene.
Knock knock knock—.
"Hey, kid. Why are you doing your business in the women's room?"
Someone knocked. The voice that followed had no business being here. It should have been deep and masculine, so why…?
I couldn't speak. The woman's voice outside sounded like the reaper come to ruin my life. My limbs shook for a whole new reason. Heart pounding like it might burst.
—Lee Hyunwoo, time to go….
Not some goofy grim reaper from a comedy show. This was the real deal, scythe out, ready to sever my neck.
What now?
I'd checked—it was the men's room. No matter how urgent, I wouldn't make that mistake. I didn't want to wreck my own life.
But it happened. My ass was in the women's bathroom. I'd taken the dump.
A guy entering the women's room in Korea? Better to turn yourself in for accidental murder. This blunder was a bigger crime.
And I wasn't even a juvenile delinquent. No escape….
Knock knock knock—.
"Hey, kid. Come on out."
The woman outside urged me to exit. Whispers followed. Fingers pointing my way, words branding me trash….
Just imagining it was horrifying.
—What's going on?
—Dunno. Some boy in that stall, apparently?
—Oh my, really? Guess he was desperate.
I didn't want to go out. Mom, Dad, sorry. It was an accident from the urgency. Not really, but it ended up that way.
Face all over TV, can't walk the streets. What do I tell the cops? It was the men's room—why's it women's? There were urinals, right?
Makes no sense.
I steadied my shaking hands and pulled out my smartphone. Better text Mom and Dad.
Got arrested for accidentally shitting in the women's room. Forgive your screw-up son.
"Kid, kid. Don't do anything stupid. Come out and talk."
"Everyone makes mistakes. What's the big deal—hiding in there like that?"
"We get it. Cop bro's on his way. Just hold tight till then."
The crowd outside grew. No idea why, but people were gathering.
One guy hogging a stall. Here for the show? Maybe to snap pics of the criminal. No way out.
"Ah, the cop uncle's here. Right here, sir."
Police arrived. Couldn't hold out anymore. Obstruction charges might pile on. I decided to obey.
"Kid. Come out and let's talk."
A man's voice. Real cop. I unlocked the door. It creaked open slowly. People crowded outside came into view.
"...?"
Dozens of eyes locked on me. Not the glare I expected, but still terrifying. Brain frozen in this first-time crisis.
"Kid, why'd you go into the women's room?"
"…W-Well, see. I…."
I explained slowly. Like confessing. Too urgent on the subway to hold it. Thought it was men's, went in and did it—but it was women's.
Sorry, I apologized.
Then,
"Haha, that's nothing. Your panicked look had us thinking suicide or something."
"Hiding for that? Just come out. Scared we'd do something? That's too much."
"That gym uniform—you headed for the Academy practical eval, right? Officer, let him go quick. Might be late already."
The women laughed. Should be lynching me, but they giggled and pushed the cop to release me. He didn't seem interested in arresting anyway.
"Boys barging into women's rooms like this—you don't know what could happen. Be careful next time. Off to the Academy practical?"
"…Pardon? Academy practical?"
No clue what nonsense, but I nodded.
"C'mon, hop in. Bro'll give you a ride."
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