Seconds earlier, just after the flushing sound ended, Natalie pulled up her pants and was about to turn the doorknob when the main door of the restroom was suddenly pushed open.
She could have pulled her stall door open and walked out, but somehow she paused, wanting the person to pass by to the next stall. But instead of hurrying to an open stall, she heard another set of footsteps—sounding dragged, as if trying to keep up with the first.
Bang!
The door was furiously slammed shut, and then a wave of silence drowned the restroom for about two seconds before it was broken by Miles’ snide voice.
"Mrs. Helen, you sure have the guts to come to my school, accuse me of your son’s mental illness, and even drag me here," Miles said, glancing down at her hand, which held his wrist in a tight grip.
Helen’s face flushed with embarrassment for a moment before switching back to the cold fury of a mother’s love.
"I’ll have you reported to the police, and I hope you’ll still be able to talk to me like this. I’m sure you’re also related to the recent murder—"
Paa!
A swift, restrained slap landed on Helen’s face, cutting her off with a cold, dangerous glare.
Meanwhile, inside the stall, Natalie—who had been sent into a trance by the shocking discovery—regained her senses at the sound of the assault. Her instinct urged her to burst out and intercept, but fortunately, she held back.
Miles’ cold voice cut through the air. "I never realized you were this much of a hypocrite. Besides, why do you keep repeating the same thing?"
"I know what you did. I’ll tell the cops. My son... Daniel."
Miles put on a comical expression, mockingly imitating her words before his face suddenly returned to a cold glare.
"Your son is a murderer, Helen. And besides, it wasn’t my fault. Witnessing his mother being ruthlessly fucked and moaning loudly to the one he bullied all his life was his worst nightmare. Such a scene must have been devastating for poor Daniel. You watched him beg for me to stop, crying, yet you only moaned louder, cumming."
Each of Miles’ words was a sharp blade that easily pierced where it hurt most, causing Helen to blush in shame and twisted arousal. Just from his words, her already moist pussy began dripping wet, shame coloring her face as she squirmed inwardly, showing her submissive side.
Inside the stall, Natalie’s hands trembled. Quivering, she lowered herself to sit down on the toilet seat in a daze.
Each of Miles’ words was a twisted trigger that awakened a part of her she never knew existed—or perhaps it was the long absence of a cock inside her. Her pussy reacted in ways she had never imagined.
And then came the next act that dealt the finishing blow.
"Ahhh!"
It was the sound of Helen’s gasp when Miles choked her neck, pressing her against the ceramic basin until she leaned back, her head pressed against the mirror. Both of her hands were glued to the wall, not daring to try to release herself from his grip.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Instead, as the strength in his grip increased, she choked, her face flushing purple as she felt her windpipe slowly being crushed.
"...or," Miles spoke again, his cold expression fracturing to reveal a grin. "...are you here for a completely different reason, Mrs. Helen?"
His words completely stripped away her pretend intentions. Still suffocating, she couldn’t even make a noise as she tried desperately to keep her eyes open.
"Did you miss my cock?"
Smiling, Miles had an idea and let go of her neck, stepping back. She instantly fell to her knees, clutching her throat as she began coughing in desperation to breathe in oxygen. She did so for about a minute before stabilizing.
Staring down at her, Miles reached out his hand and grabbed her hair, which was neatly tied in a bun, to lift her up.
"Stand up."
Biting her lip, Helen obediently did as she was told, her head lowered as she tried not to look into his face.
"Good girl," Miles commented approvingly, reaching his other hand toward her chin to raise her head.
His eyes wandered across her outfit, noting the shapeless long skirt that hid the appeal of her lower body and the tight-fitting blue shirt she wore beneath her coat. Thinking about how protective she was and how he was the only one who got to experience the full glory of what was hidden beneath, Miles felt thrilled.
The next moment, he unclenched his hand from her hair and lowered it to unbutton her coat. Meanwhile, Helen stood like a dumb statue, her breathing quickening at a rapid pace with a sense of anticipation coursing down her spine.
If Principal Hayes were to witness this scene, he would probably commit suicide out of jealousy while claiming the world was unjust. But that was the true reality of the world: the cold, prideful person you try to impress or win over might just be the discarded, easily accessible plaything of another. What Principal Hayes dreamt of and wished for was about to be effortlessly obtained by Miles, even after shutting her up with a slap.
"Still no bra on? Look at those nipples."
After he unbuttoned the coat, her hard, poking nipples were very visible through the shirt. Miles admired the view like they were his personal toys, nodding as his cock reared to be unleashed inside his pants.
"Pull it up," he commanded her.
Biting her lip, Helen shuddered and slowly reached her hands to the hem of her top.
A wave of thrilling anticipation silently filled the room as more patches of her skin were slowly revealed—going from her belly button to a soft glimpse of her tits, then the two hard, poking nipples, until every part was completely in view. Two extraordinarily big softies, the softest he had ever grabbed.
Swallowing his saliva, Miles licked his lips. "Big titties, hmm? You’ve got special genetics. I wonder how it’ll feel to have daughters like you. Perhaps..." He grinned, the meaning of his words unmistakably clear.
Meanwhile, inside the stall, Natalie took all this in and tightly covered her mouth, her pussy dripping wet.
Unfortunately, Miles didn’t have his holographic screen active, so he couldn’t notice the new name sitting at 100%.