A Desperate Plea in the Restroom

A biting cold swept through the tiled corridor outside the restroom, piercing the young girl’s collar. It was truly frigid, and the teaching building was eerily silent in the middle of the day.

“Ah…”

Ye Xingmian parted her lips blankly, a flicker of confusion clouding her eyes.

‘She didn’t understand. If they weren’t short on money, why did they take her lunch money? And why did they want to bully her, to see her in such a pathetic state? Was she somehow beautiful in her misery? Yet, if someone was beautiful, shouldn’t they be protected, cherished, and grow up surrounded by adoration, much like her younger sister?’

‘How could she be like this, never having met her father, abandoned by her mother in someone else’s home, ignored even at school, and without even the right to refute insulting epithets like “bastard”?’

Their strange words only left her bewildered.

Seeing the girl’s expression, Qin Haiyue knew her words had fallen flat. She frowned, a hint of irritation crossing her features.

“Didn’t you want to go to the restroom? Why aren’t you going now, or are you…”

“Ah… I…”

Just as the other girl’s voice pulled her back from her wandering thoughts, Ye Xingmian instinctively started to speak, but suddenly felt something was amiss.

A slight pressure abruptly bloomed in her soft lower abdomen. She instantly tensed every nerve, nearly letting go.

“Eh…?”

Lowering her gaze, she discovered a slender hand had, at some point, slipped beneath her thick clothing, pressing elegantly, as if playing a piano, against her taut belly through the layer of her shirt.

“You… what are you doing… Don’t… don’t press… please…”

Without needing to think, the culprit was undoubtedly the girl before her. When Ye Xingmian lifted her eyes, the other girl was watching her with a wicked smile.

A wave of oppressive shame, like a tsunami, washed over Ye Xingmian’s senses. A few tears welled in her eyes, and her instinctive pleas became humble and mortified. She lowered her posture, begging the other to release her.

Ignoring the girl’s desperate request, Qin Haiyue’s smile deepened.

“Hmm? Or do you suddenly not want to go anymore?”

Ye Xingmian was in agony. She no longer cared about propriety, about the shame of it all; besides, it was midday, and no one else was around.

“I want to go… *sob*… Let go of me…”

With fragile arms, she uncharacteristically pushed the person in front of her, though she dared not use even a hint of force, her pushes as light as cotton.

“Let go of me…”

She truly couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Alright.”

Taking a brisk half-step back, Qin Haiyue watched the girl’s reaction with keen interest.

Bereft of support, Ye Xingmian leaned against the wall as if her strength had utterly failed. Her fair face was flushed crimson, like a ripe red apple, her eyes rimmed with red and glistening with tears. Her entire body trembled, whether from the agonizing need to relieve herself, the cold, or fear, she couldn’t tell. Her clothes clung to her slender frame, and strands of her messy hair, damp with tears, stuck to her face.

Qin Haiyue found the girl’s appearance utterly beautiful in this state, and she yearned to see her even more broken.

But she merely stood there, unmoving, simply watching the girl, exerting her pressure.

“Ugh…”

Emitting a pitiful whimper, Ye Xingmian closed her eyes, as if resigning herself to fate, then straightened her posture.

She silently turned around, changed direction, and headed towards the women’s restroom.

Qin Haiyue followed behind her with a faint smile, her footsteps echoing with a distinct “thump-thump,” as if deliberately ensuring the girl noticed her presence.

Halfway there, the girl could no longer endure it. She turned around, her voice timid and subservient.

“C-Can you… please not follow me?”

Qin Haiyue nodded quite naturally, yet remained rooted to her spot.

Pressing her lips together, Ye Xingmian could only assume she had agreed. Glancing around, she found a discreet stall, walked in, and prepared to close the door.

“Thud!” The door wouldn’t close.

To her surprise, the door was jammed by a foot.

She realized what was happening, silently released the doorknob, and allowed the person outside to push the door open.

Qin Haiyue stood at the doorway with a wicked smile, a phone in her hand, its camera pointed directly at Ye Xingmian.

Ye Xingmian knew what the other intended. Her hands, hidden beneath her sleeves, involuntarily clenched into fists, only to helplessly relax again.

“What do you want now…?” Her weakness was, for once, tinged with a flicker of annoyance.

“Nothing much. Just worried you, as a new girl, might not know how to use the restroom.”

Fiddling with her phone, occasionally looking up at the embarrassed girl before her, Qin Haiyue felt an indescribable thrill.

“…”

Ye Xingmian felt nothing but despair.

“Could you… step out for a moment?”

“Why?” Qin Haiyue feigned confusion.

“I… I need to use the restroom…”

“Go ahead. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“…”

Ye Xingmian struggled to close the door, but she was no match for the other’s strength; her own was simply too little.

She knew Qin Haiyue was doing this on purpose, but there was nothing she could do.

‘Was this… the only way?’

‘With more and more leverage held against her, forced to do more and more unwilling things, descending step by step into the abyss.’

As if abandoning all struggle, she sat on the toilet, her gaze dim, preparing to pull down her pants.

“Thump-thump-thump—”

Urgent footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the restroom.

‘Someone’s coming?!’

Realizing this, Ye Xingmian’s eyes snapped open. Her pleading gaze darted towards Qin Haiyue at the door, who was still leisurely playing with her phone, showing no sign of haste.

‘She absolutely couldn’t be seen, or her social life would be utterly ruined!’

Conscious of this, Ye Xingmian instinctively stood up, wanting to find a place to hide. But she quickly realized there was nowhere to go.

‘Unless… she could close the door.’

Qin Haiyue evidently knew this too. She slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting Ye Xingmian’s, who was desperately trying to close the door.

She clearly understood the girl’s thoughts, and precisely because she knew—

She propped one hand against the doorframe, preventing the door from closing.

“…!”

Ye Xingmian abruptly lifted her head, tears glistening in her pink eyes. She exerted all her strength, just to close the door, but it wouldn’t budge an inch.

‘No… no… if this continues…’

The footsteps outside grew closer; her time was running out.

Qin Haiyue merely leaned against the door, smiling as she savored Ye Xingmian’s anxious state, clearly unwilling to yield.

‘If this continues…’

Ye Xingmian bit down hard. Suddenly, in a moment of crisis, she grabbed the doorknob with one hand, while the other reached out and seized Qin Haiyue’s clothes. The other girl seemed not to have anticipated such a move, a fleeting look of panic crossing her face, followed by a loss of balance, sending her tumbling into the restroom stall.

“Thud!”

The sound of the door slamming shut.

The timing was perfect, just before the other girl who needed to use the restroom arrived.

Unaware of the situation inside, the approaching girl was startled by the loud noise, but her urgent need compelled her to ask, albeit with a hint of fear:

“Is… is anyone in here?”

“…”

“Yes.”

A cold female voice replied.

The girl outside visibly relaxed. Since someone replied, it probably wasn’t anything bad. The voice came from the stall on the right, so she opened a stall on the left and closed the door.

After a soft “click,” perhaps she would never imagine what scene was unfolding in the stall directly opposite her.

The space inside was cramped, becoming quite crowded with two girls crammed within. After being pulled in by Ye Xingmian in her panic, the two were forced to press tightly together.

Qin Haiyue’s expression was icy. She hadn’t expected the girl to be so daring, to actually pull her in when she wasn’t paying attention. She detested such unexpected situations that slipped from her control and was just about to teach the girl a lesson.

Hmm?

But then, a strange warm sensation emanated from her pant leg.

She lowered her head in confusion, only to find Ye Xingmian’s face flushed crimson, as if on fire. Her pink eyes were vacant and hollow, filled with utter despair. She sat motionless on the toilet, her lower half drenched.

Wait, drenched?

Qin Haiyue frowned, looking down at her knee. When she had stumbled in, her knee seemed to have accidentally pressed against something soft to maintain her balance. A quick glance confirmed it: it was the girl’s soft lower abdomen.

—The very location where body fluids were stored.