“Again?” I asked dryly.

That’s right, folks. I had rushed into the toilets only to find the girl once again, standing dumbstruck as I lowered my pants and began to poop. Well, to be exact... my eyes had found the hem of her school uniform and shivering bare knees, before looking up to meet that sharp gaze from last time.

Her flaming red hair was still tied at the back of her head, in the same ponytail from yesterday. That sharp gaze was enough for me to picture a multitude of hellish flames burning just behind her. It was as if the (cute) goddess of fiery death had descended before me.

“Actually…” she huffed, with one hand on her hip and her eyebrows raised, “This time, THIS is the girls side…”

I looked around hesitantly, finally noticing the pink walls of my cubicle and the subtle wafts of perfume in the air. I could suddenly feel knots building in my stomach, but unfortunately, these weren’t knots I could untie with a stinky release. “Hmm… does this make us even?”

“No…” Her eyebrows lowered into a furrow, clearly unamused.

“You’re right.” I muttered, averting my gaze down to the floor tiles which were… also pink. How’d I make this mistake? I blame the little shits in my intestines.

Carefully pulling up my pants as I got up from the toilet seat, I sighed and brought my gaze back up to meet her eyes, “Should we introduce ourselves, then?”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “As if I’d tell my name to a pervert.”

I think I felt a dagger stab me. Huh? Am I supposed to bleed this much? Oh, wait, that’s not blood. That’s just my pride.

Cringing slightly, I snapped back in a somewhat vain effort to protect myself. “Should a pervert really be saying that?”

“What? I’m not a pervert.” She scoffed, throwing more daggers with her eyes. Did this girl train in the secret art of glaring? I swear I can feel some killing intent coming off her. This isn’t a story! That shouldn’t be possible!

“You’ve snuck into the male toilets and watched me poop twice. If you aren’t a pervert, what are you?” I leaned forward, staring as directly into her eyes as I could.

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“I-It was an a-accident.” Her lips were quivering.

“Twice.” I repeated firmly, daring to stare into her eyes now.

The colour of red flushed her cheeks and she quickly tore away from my gaze.

Satisfied, I stepped past her and walked over to the sink. Watching her small figure through the reflection in the mirror, I turned on the tap and started to wash my hands in a calm manner.

Meanwhile, the girl was taking peeks at me over her shoulder. I don’t think she noticed I could see her reflection peeking at me... because her gaze never met mine. The reason for that was because her gaze directed at somewhere was much lower than where my head would have been.

I didn’t even want to think about it. Did I have some toilet paper hanging out?

“Well, I’ll see you later,” I said calmly, walking slowly out of the female toilets.

However, as soon as the door closed behind me, I took off running…

So embarrassing…

Spoiler :

Hi~ This is PuPu or PuPiPu on the chat again~

Thank you for reading The Firs- The Second Poop! Hope you had a poopy time reading it! *teehee*

I've received some comments about the poop being creepy and the chapter being too short... but these short snippets are meant to be read while you're in the toilet doing your business! I hope at least one of you enjoyed the true pleasure this would bring... *teehee*

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