Have any of you ever had this experience?
Holding in your pee while riding a roller coaster, pirate ship, or giant pendulum ride at an amusement park?
During the constant rises and falls, accelerations and decelerations, the weightlessness—you can clearly feel the “liquid” inside your bladder sloshing around. Girls, due to their physiological makeup, are even more sensitive and fragile in this regard, making it much harder to hold it in…
Squill is currently at this exact breaking point.
What’s worse…
“As a girl, I don’t have much experience holding in my pee,” she thought.
“P-please, let me down, but… don’t drop too fast, be steady,”
she whispered, gripping Pure White Storm’s shoulders tightly. Her face twitched between pale blue and flushed red as she tried to maintain the horizontal princess carry without any sudden movements. She knew that even the slightest slip would cause the dam inside her to break…
Around the battlefield, media drones were already hovering. Squill dared not imagine what would happen if she lost control here… how would she face people afterward?
“Alright, I understand,” Pure White Storm replied calmly.
To Pure White Storm, Squill’s awkward and distressed posture appeared quite different.
The girl in his arms was putting on a brave front, her cheeks flushing and paling with fear, her eyes moist with tears—a pitiful sight, clearly deeply frightened.
“Don’t be afraid, you’re safe now.”
Pure White Storm comforted her gently.
After all, being caught up in a battle between monsters and heroes and then used as a hostage by a mentally unstable Kaijin would naturally cause fear…
But even so, she had bravely taken action to save herself.
What a righteous child.
As a Hero, Pure White Storm could never let down such a little fan.
Still… why was this kid spitting ink?
“Hey! Danger!” Squill’s warning snapped him out of it.
Pure White Storm instinctively veered aside just in time to dodge Ps.ycho’s surprise attack—a laser beam fired from the tips of her horned antlers.
The beam swept past Pure White Storm and struck the dome ceiling of the square below, turning the hit sections of the ceiling into a gray-and-white checkerboard pattern…
“Her ability erases color? She’s made the ceiling transparent!” Pure White Storm said.
Squill couldn’t help but comment, “…Is that really transparent?”
But then, the parts of the ceiling that lost color began to gradually vanish.
What happens to a person hit by that? Squill didn’t know.
But her close call just now almost caused her to lose control…
“Unforgivable! You dared enjoy Pure White Storm’s embrace before me! I’ll kill you first, then him!”
Ps.ycho, furious at missing her shot, gathered energy again at the tip of her horn for a second laser blast.
Then suddenly…
“Oh dear, don’t be so impulsive, lady~”
A flippant voice interrupted her.
“Is your gaze only fixed on my adorable junior? How about you play with me first?”
A man clad in blue-green armor appeared before her, wielding two short blades as he charged at Ps.ycho’s claws.
Since this fan meeting at Memorial Square required live ammo to be replaced by blanks and energy weapon output to be limited, the heroes had no choice but to engage in direct, risky combat…
“Get lost! I have no interest in old men!” Ps.ycho bluntly rejected him.
“That’s quite the insult to my pride. I’m only twenty-four! By your definition of ‘old,’ you must be an ‘old woman’ yourself, huh?”
Verdant Echo’s taunt hit its mark, and Ps.ycho’s eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.
This bought Pure White Storm precious time. He followed Squill’s request to descend slowly to the edge of the square and gently stroked her head, saying:
“Alright, go take shelter now.”
Even though it was his hand on her head, Squill’s attention was fully elsewhere.
She felt like her bladder was a balloon stretched to its limit, and even the slightest pressure would make her lose control. She squeezed her legs together and nodded slightly, too tense even to speak.
But Pure White Storm’s touch made Squill feel as if he thought she was just shy and blushing. His hand never left her head.
Had he gotten addicted to this?
These commercial Heroes, using faux-gentlemanly gestures to PUA their fans—and then hopelessly fall for them, right?
Too bad, I, Squill, will never—
Hiss—
Squill, who was trying to distract herself by belittling Pure White Storm, was suddenly pulled back to reality by a sharp pang in her abdomen.
She had thought heroes were nothing special, fooled by their looks and acting like a little girl, but now she was burdened by the “harmless girl” image she had created for herself, forced to wait until he thought she was properly comforted…
When in fact, all her anxiety and fear were because she was about to leak!
Squill felt like she was about to socially die.
It hadn’t actually been that long, only she felt the time dragged on painfully.
Pure White Storm didn’t delay either. After ensuring his “little fan’s” safety, he turned back to the battlefield, while Squill staggered toward the evacuation route… and the nearby public restroom.
In this situation, satisfying physiological needs was even more urgent than escaping death.
After all, death is temporary, but social death is forever.
Her destination was a standalone public restroom, the kind of small wooden cabin commonly found in parks.
Though only a dozen meters away, it felt far to Squill—like a dying person spotting a hawthorn berry, or an oasis in the desert—her steps quickened.
Almost there.
Almost.
“Peep!”
But two combatants in black suits and masks suddenly appeared in front of her, wildly waving their arms in a somewhat foolish attempt at intimidation, holding guns and handcuffs.
“Sorry, little miss!”
“Direct orders from Lady Ps.ycho to capture any obstacles—”
“Move aside!”
Before the low-class combatants could finish their words, Squill barreled past them, delivering two solid punches to their groins…
(Visual: egg hitting bowl.mp4)
The combatants doubled over, clutching their wounded areas and falling to their knees.
Though she looked like a kid, Squill was still a lower-class Kaijin, more than capable of handling combatants. Plus, in this heightened emotional state, her combat ability had grown even stronger…
But she was completely unaware of this.
In her urgency, Squill instinctively entered the men’s restroom—only to find Redscarlet grappling with two monsters on the floor, both snorting and grunting.
But as Squill stepped inside, all three froze and stared blankly at her.
No words were exchanged, but the silence was unbearably awkward.
“…Ahem, sorry to interrupt. You can continue,”
Squill quietly backed out of the men’s room and dove into the women’s restroom instead.
All the stalls were open and no one else was there.
Squill began her sprint, moving at a rapid pace of three kilometers per hour, unbuttoning her tight pants as she went, finally reaching a stall seven steps away…
She made it! Squill successfully claimed the “throne”!
And then…
(Sound: babbling forest stream.mp4)
At that moment, the relief and comfort she felt were indescribable—a sense of safety she’d never experienced before, as if she’d been wrapped once more in her mother’s warm embrace. She almost wanted to cheer in celebration…
She closed her eyes quietly and relaxed, letting all the tension flow out.
Buzz—
However…
Suddenly, a loud noise and a blinding light broke the peaceful moment.
“…Huh?”
When Squill opened her eyes again, the scene before her was incomprehensible. Everything around her had vanished. The stall, the walls, even the toilet beneath her had disappeared.
She was sitting there with her pants down, right in the open space of Memorial Square…
Well, she just couldn’t see it.
At least she was still sitting on that toilet.
Though the drones above remained intact…
“…”
Squill realized she was being recorded.
Well, at least she got to use it.