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Behind her mask, Kycilia can at least conceal just how tense her expression is right now. Beyond that, though, she has to really try to keep her composure, to keep anyone else in this meeting from figuring out what;’s going on with her. Her growing desperation is quickly becoming more than she can handle, but still she is trying to hold it.
It’s not like her to let her bladder get this full, but she’s been more busy than usual today, and now, she has to pee so desperately that she’s starting to doubt she can make it through this meeting after all. She’s been biting her lip for so long now that she’s close to drawing blood, and she has her fists clenched tight in her lap, nails digging into her palms.
If she doesn’t leave soon, she’s not going t make it, and she knows that’d be worse than simply excusing herself, frustrating as any sign of defeat may be. All she can do is try to keep from shaking as she stands, announcing, “I need to excuse myself for a moment.”
Though it’s likely obvious why she’s taking her leave, Char still has the gall to speak up, interrupting her. “Yes, but about…”
If his first question were his last, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he doesn’t stop. Kycilia can barely contain her gasp when she feels a warm trickle, leaking into her panties. All at once, she turns on her heel, intent on ignoring Char so that she doesn’t-
But she does. Right there in the meeting room, a dark stain spreads across the front of her pants, as Kycilia begins to wet herself. Before she’s even finished, she’s already delivered swift orders to keep this top secret. Still, rumors spread not long after.