Not quite.

"I-I-I-It's not what you think," Ji-Hyun protests after considerable struggle. You reward her persistence with a finger up her slit, pantyhose and all. It's not the first time you've met resistance against the Pill, but you've seen more spirited defenses crumble under its effects.

"Then convince me." Another finger joins the first, parting the woman's outer walls and tickling the inside of her labia. You silence Ji-Hyun with your lips against hers, muffling any attempt she might have had at screaming. Instead she moans against you, almost as if she's crying while her arms fall limp. "Who are you?" you ask, sternly.

"I'm with the National Intelligence Service," she admits, a hint of waning regret in her voice. "...The global rise of South Korean entertainment prompted the government to set up a preemptive task ****, recruiting agents who retired from the industry to be eyes on the inside."

"What's the country's foreign intelligence agency got on Mei Byun?"

"It's not just her. The government has eyes and ears on all the top idols. Our entertainment industry is heavily regimental and churns out a lot of groups and superstars - most of whom have some connection to politics, chaebols and so on," Ji-Hyun groans as you exchange a kiss. "The government became concerned that the industry could be a vector for foreign attack. I was assigned to Mei Byun based on intel foreign interests were targeting her."

"Who?"

"We don't know, I swear! Mmmm!" she gasps. "It could be anyone, even someone from the North! All I was told was to keep her safe by any means necessary."

"And one of those means was to fuck me?"

"Intelligence gathering," she responds, almost apologetically. "I didn't mean to offend. But... you have a nice white cock."

It doesn't even matter to you whether the compliment was made under the pill's effects; you feel yourself swell another inch. With one hand you press Ji-Hyun against the wall, the other undoing your zipper.

"No, wait!" Ji-Hyun whimpers as you push her panties to the side. "Mei - we need to get back to Mei!"

"We do," you growl, poking her canal with your tip. "So make this quick."

One second later, you bury yourself inside of Ji-Hyun, and she struggles to bite back a scream. Shortly you're at it again, pounding her pelvis into the porcelain as she wraps her arms around your back, like a child holding onto her parent for dear life. You firmly keep her in place, no longer intent on playing the part of the gentleman as you make the flimsy cubicle walls shudder. Your only interest is unloading all your pent-up frustration and desire - and a few minutes later, you do just that, filling her insides with your cream as Ji-Hyun practically sobs against your shoulder.

"I expect you'll know what to do with yourself," you mutter, standing up and tidying yourself. Ji-Hyun's only response is to look at the ceiling, a distant, glazed look in her eye as you close the cubicle door.