I Went Into the Mountains to Commit Suicide and Picked Up an All-Purpose Perverted Maid Who Loves Serving Her Master

Chapter 18: In the Bathroom

“Listen, there are rules for large stock holdings. If you own more than 5% of a company’s stock, you have to file a large shareholding report. And when it’s filed, the owner’s name is always disclosed. Lately, one name’s been popping up a lot in those reports: Itsuki Yamanaka. Every stock he holds shoots up. He’s practically an urban legend in the investment world.”

The classmate who’d become a CEO was passionately explaining.

I had no idea about any of this. Well, I have a guess… My name’s on the investment accounts Mei’s been managing. She’s probably the one making waves in the financial world. That’s the only way we could’ve raked in so much money. Still, I had no clue it was this big of a deal.

“No way, it’s gotta be someone else with the same name. Does this guy really look that impressive to you?”

Mukai scoffed. Honestly, he’s not wrong—I’m no investor.

“What, are you blind? Look at him. Yamanaka’s decked out in all brand-name clothes. That watch peeking out from his sleeve? Ultra-luxury. And he just called himself an investor. There’s no way it’s not him, right?”

“Haha…”

I let out a dry laugh. Yeah, the name Itsuki Yamanaka is definitely me. But I’m not the one doing the investing. Still, I can’t exactly backtrack and say I lied about being an investor now.

“I knew it! I actually had a feeling it might be you, Yamanaka-kun. When we ran into each other downtown, I wanted to ask, but I was worried you’d think I had ulterior motives. Truth is, I invited you to the reunion because I wanted to hear about it.”

Apparently, even Azuma knew about this “legendary investor” Yamanaka.

The people around us—especially the single women—suddenly changed their demeanor. Money really does shift how people treat you. Girls from farther seats started crowding around me, asking if I was married or had a girlfriend.

“Haha, uh, I need the bathroom!”

Overwhelmed, I fled to the restroom.

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I caved under the pressure of the girls’ barrage of questions and escaped to the bathroom. But it didn’t solve anything.

It was a standard men’s room with a row of urinals and a few stalls. Since it’d be weird to come here and do nothing, I used the urinal, washed my hands, and wiped them with a handkerchief. Looking in the mirror, I saw someone behind me who shouldn’t be there—Azuma. I yelped in surprise.

“Wah!”

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

“W-Why are you here!? This is the men’s room!”

“I really wanted to talk to you alone.”

“Talk? About what?”

“How about we ditch this place together?”

“Huh?”

“You were getting swarmed back there, right? Let’s sneak out. And… go to a hotel?”

What!? A hotel!? Isn’t this way too forward!? Is she after my money!?

Before I could answer, footsteps approached. Someone was coming to use the bathroom while we were talking. This is bad—if they see a woman in the men’s room, especially a famous TV anchor like Azuma, it’ll be a disaster.

“We have to hide!”

Azuma grabbed my hand and pulled me into a stall.

Did I need to hide too? But it was too late—the other person was already entering. If I left the stall now, they’d spot Azuma. I had no choice but to stay and wait it out.

“This is kinda thrilling, huh?”

Azuma whispered in my ear. The stall was tiny, our bodies pressed close. Her chest was touching me. She was wearing a low-cut top, and at this distance, I could clearly see her cleavage.

Suddenly, she reached for my crotch.

“Ah♡ It’s hard♡ Is this… because of me?”

“N-No, it’s—”

“It’s because of me, right? I’ll take responsibility and take care of it♡ Sit down♡”

Urged by Azuma, I sat on the toilet. No way, here? I knew I shouldn’t let her do this, but part of me was excited. So I gave in. She pulled down my pants and underwear.

My cock, already hard from anticipation, sprang out and bounced.

“Wow, it’s big♡”

She whispered excitedly, her voice soft.

“Don’t make any noise, okay?♡”

No need to tell me—getting caught here would be a nightmare. But the moment she took my cock in her mouth, I nearly moaned. I clamped a hand over my mouth.

S-She’s good.

To avoid making noise, she moved her mouth slowly, but her tongue was wild inside, teasing my cock relentlessly.

I was about to come and tapped her shoulder to signal it. She understood, flashing an OK sign with her fingers while sucking even deeper, milking me.

I came. The pleasure of semen rushing through my urethra hit me hard. She swallowed every drop, catching what she couldn’t with her hand to avoid staining her clothes—otherwise, we couldn’t return to the reunion. Luckily, nothing spilled.

“God, you came so much♡”

“S-Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine♡”

While Azuma was taking care of me, the other person left the bathroom. Seizing the chance, we hurried out.

“Hey, Yamanaka-kun, you don’t think I do this with just anyone, do you? …That’s not it. Truth is, I’ve liked you since middle school.”

What!?