After finishing their intense, reckless session, Misuzu and Kouhei hastily straightened their rumpled clothes, smoothing out the creases with trembling hands, before quickly stepping out of the cramped stall, their faces still flushed.
But just as they exited, fate seemed determined to toy with them. The two women who had exited the restroom earlier came back inside at that exact moment, locking eyes with them almost immediately.
"Hey... weren't they fucking just now?" one of them whispered, her voice low but full of scandalous curiosity, her gaze narrowing.
"So that noise we heard earlier... it really was them fucking inside one of the stalls?"
Misuzu and Kouhei froze like statues, their minds blank, bodies rigid under the sharp, accusing stares. Neither could find the right words or courage to respond, caught like deer in headlights.
