'Those horny bastards.' I hissed.
"Yes, Yes!"
"Oh my God, I am gonna cum!" she moaned like a cow in labor.
I placed the controller on my desk, as the sound of our neighbor engaging in intimate activities with her boyfriend proved too much of a distraction.
Even worse, her slow moans started to make me horny.
The apartment we resided in was inexpensive, it's the least expensive in Tokyo. Consequently, the walls were so thin that I could hear the sound of a mosquito's wings flapping in the adjacent room.
"Don't cum yet," the boyfriend whispered. His heavy grunts were equivalent to an earthquake.
Rising to my feet, I reached into the drawer next to my desk and retrieved a bottle of K-Y Lube.
My lips curled into the shape of a new moon as I scanned my room in search of the tissue box.
The desk behind me was disorganized, scattered with USB cables, an empty coffee mug, and my computer. Notably, the tissue box was absent.
In front of me, the futon lies awkwardly on the floor, with a dark grey blanket casually thrown over it.
My gaze shifted to a poster of Violet hung on the wall. She was dressed in a bikini, with one of her breasts exposed.
Although she was a fictional character from Blades of Destiny, I revered her as though she were a goddess. After all, her poster concealed a hole that led to my neighbor's room.
"Ohh Shit,"
"This feels so good."
Her boyfriend began to grunt as he started clapping.
"Fuck the tissue box!" I muttered.
Instinctively, I moved swiftly to the wall and carefully removed the metal poster.
I knelt on my futon, my right eye gazing through the small opening.
Though the hole was merely the size of a coin, to me, it appeared as a gateway to paradise.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The lady shouted while sitting on her boyfriend in the reverse cowgirl position.
Her boobs were pointed at me, and as she bounced on her boyfriend lying on the futon, I caught fleeting glimpses of her pink pussy tumbling like a pendulum in motion.
With a swift motion, I poured the K-Y lube into my right hand and covered my dick in the lube to eliminate friction.
Looking through the hole, Stacy parted her lips, her fingers gently resting on her boyfriend's knees.
As I rubbed my dick, her supple boobs looked at me. Their size was comparable to that of a volleyball at the very least.
My dick twitched as I watched her naked body shaped like an hourglass.
"God, I wish it were me," I murmured.
Stacy's Jet-black hair bounced as her boobs jiggled, her almond-shaped eyes were too distracted to notice me.
She was pretty and horny as fuck.
"I'm almost there," Her boyfriend said.
Stacy smiled as she placed her hand on her clitoris, rubbing it in a slow, steady rhythm.
Looking at her wet pussy was too stimulating, the way it drizzled juices left me parched, craving a sip.
Suddenly, her eyes found me.
She smiled and licked her tongue.
She was looking at me like a hunter looking at a deer through the scope of a rifle.
We've been here before, She's someone who enjoys it more when she knows I'm watching.
Stacy's lips formed words, and I could discern what she was saying despite not hearing a single sound.
"This is for you," her lips said.
Her floodgates opened as she rubbed her pussy in a frenzy, while simultaneously bouncing on her boyfriend's dick.
"I'm coming"! She boomed.
My cum splattered against the thin wall as I leaned back, droplets tracing uneven paths.
All of a sudden, I snapped back to reality.
It was my birthday, yet everyone seemed to have forgotten; to make matters worse, my mother took my step-sisters to the movies.
'I suppose this is what they refer to as Post-nut clarity.'
***
I crawled to my desk and sat down, leaving behind the splattered cum staining the wall.
I powered on my laptop and entered my password: Liam Backer.
The screen displayed the wallpaper of Violet, a character from Blades of Destiny.
Her most striking features are her intense, bright red eyes, which are large and expressive with detailed eyelashes and subtle highlights.
Seated before the computer, I felt my spirit gradually wither away.
It is my 30th birthday, and I don't have a job.
All I have is a crush on Violet.
In Blades of Destiny, the protagonist's role is to assist Violet in seeking vengeance against humanity. However, despite playing from start to final mission, I have consistently failed in every attempt.
I retrieved a can of whisky from the drawer next to me.
I opened it and gazed at the screen. With my left hand, I gently stroked Violet's hair.
"You are the only one I have," I said as I took a sip from the can.
My gaze fell upon Violet's chest, her skin was as pale as snow. "It is my birthday, and yet I find myself alone."
The sound of the whiskey cascading down my throat resonated throughout the room.
"Is it my fault that I am addicted to Gaming?" I squished the beer can and threw it against the wall.
'Wake up, jerk off, play video games, sleep, rinse and repeat.'
***
Whenever I feel down, there is only one person who can bring me happiness, and that is Violet in 4K.
Holding K-Y lube in one hand and my phone in the other, I approached the door.
Upon exiting, I proceeded along the narrow hallway toward the living room.
The living room isn't much, just a small space with a worn-out sofa and an old TV, but it's enough.
The kitchen is right there too, barely separated from the living room. The fridge hums in the corner, and a few dishes sit unwashed in the sink—not a surprise.
I sank onto the sofa, letting out a breath as I grabbed my phone. A few taps, and it's connected to the TV.
Tonight calls for Violet's rule 34, a means to dispel the sorrow persisting within my heart.
I leaned back, the cushions sinking under my weight, and pressed play.
The television displayed an animation of Violet sitting on the floor naked.
With nipples pointed out like that of a cow, she used her red lips and bit them, causing her to moan as she teased her breasts.
Her character glanced at me before licking two of her fingers and carefully placing them into her pussy.
"Mmnngh!"
I coated my dick in the lube, and slowly massaged my throbbing cock.
Violet removed her fingers from her pussy and licked them, swallowing her love juices.
Looking straight into my eyes, a dildo popped out, and she grabbed it.
"Imagine this is your dick," she whispered. Before slowly inserting it in her wet pussy.
At that moment, precum began to drip out of my dick, and my breath began to feel heavy.
"Yes, yes, yes," I recited continuously.
**Tap tap tap
**Click! / Clack! / Chk!
The door swung open, and my three stepsisters entered.
I was holding my meat, the milk was already spilling out, leaving me with no chance of preventing it.
My nut burst open in front of them, and they looked at me with horror, as if I were Satan reincarnated.
The cake that Lisa was holding slipped from her grasp, and she contorted her face in clear and undeniable disgust.
Her brows pulled together so tightly they almost touched, deep creases forming on her forehead.
Her lips curled, half sneer, half grimace, like she had just bitten into something rotten.
I was caught in 4K.
The boner I had gradually vanished like a snail retreating into its shell.
My dignity as a human being had vanished, and my heart pounded as though I were strapped to an electric chair.
'They were organizing a birthday surprise—who could have anticipated it?'
[Ding... You Have died]
[Ding... Cause of death = A heart attack caused by embarrassment.]
[Ding... Aura Level = -Infinity]
[Ding... You have qualified for the Aura Farming System.]
[Ding... Transmigration possible]
[Ding... Do you agree to assume the role of the new system host?]
[//////.... YES]