"Yes, Yes!"
Her breath hitched, a desperate gasp escaping her lips, followed by a raw, guttural moan that tore from her throat.
I placed the controller on my desk, the sounds of my neighbor and her boyfriend proving too much of a distraction.
Even worse, her slow moans began to stir an unwanted arousal.
The apartment we resided in was cheap, and its walls were so thin I could hear a mosquito's wings flapping in the adjacent room.
"Don't cum yet," the boyfriend whispered, his heavy grunts 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.
A smirk played on my lips as I searched the room for the tissue box.
Behind me, the desk was a chaotic mess of USB cables, an empty coffee mug, and my computer. The tissue box, however, was nowhere to be found.
In front of me, the futon lay unceremoniously on the floor, a dark grey blanket casually draped over it.
My gaze shifted to a poster of Violet hanging on the wall. She was in a bikini, one breast provocatively exposed.
Though merely a fictional character from Blades of Destiny, I revered her as though she were a goddess. Her poster, after all, served a vital purpose: it concealed a hole leading directly into 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!' Stacy cried out, her voice a raw gasp as she rode her boyfriend in the reverse cowgirl.
Her breasts, full and inviting, bounced with each thrust, and I caught fleeting glimpses of her pink flesh tumbling like a pendulum in motion.
I quickly slicked my penis with K-Y lube.
Through the hole, Stacy's lips parted, her fingers gently resting on her boyfriend's knees.
As I rubbed myself, her ample breasts, as large as volleyball, jiggled.
My cock throbbed, aching as I watched her hourglass figure. 'God, I wish it were me,' I murmured.
Stacy's jet-black hair swayed, her almond eyes were too lost in pleasure to notice me.
She was undeniably beautiful, and radiating raw desire.
'I'm almost there,' her boyfriend groaned.
Stacy smiled, her fingers finding her clitoris, rubbing it in a slow, steady rhythm.
The sight of her wet pussy was overwhelmingly stimulating, its glistening juices leaving me parched, desperate for a taste.
Suddenly, her eyes met mine. A slow smile spread across her face, and she licked her tongue.
She looked at me like a hunter eyeing a deer through a rifle scope.
This wasn't our first session; she always enjoyed it more when she knew I was watching.
Her lips formed words I could read, though I heard no sound: 'This is for you.'
Her climax broke free, her hips grinding in a frenzy, bouncing wildly on her boyfriend's dick. 'I'm coming!' she screamed.
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 stepsisters 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.
My laptop hummed to life as I typed in 'Liam Becker'.
Violet, a character from Blades of Destiny, stared out from my wallpaper. Her intense, bright red eyes, large and expressive with detailed eyelashes and subtle highlights, dominated the screen.
Seated before the computer, I felt my spirit crumble.
Thirty years old, and still jobless.
All I had was a crush on Violet.
In Blades of Destiny, the protagonist helps Violet seek vengeance against humanity. Yet, despite countless attempts from start to final mission, I had always failed.
I retrieved a can of whiskey 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 squashed the beer can and threw it against the wall.
'Wake up, jerk off, play video games, sleep, rinse and repeat.'
***
Whenever I felt down, only one thing could lift my spirits: Violet, in all her high-definition glory.
Holding K-Y lube in one hand and my phone in the other, I approached the door. Stepping out, I moved along the narrow hallway toward the living room.
The living room wasn't much, just a small space with a worn-out sofa and an old TV, but it was enough. The kitchen, barely separated from the living room, was also right there. The fridge hummed in the corner, and, predictably, a few dishes sat unwashed in the sink.
I sank onto the sofa, exhaling as I grabbed my phone and, with a few taps, connected it to the TV.
Tonight called for a deep dive into Violet's more explicit side, a desperate attempt to drown out the persistent sorrow in 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.
Her nipples, taut and inviting, peaked as teased her breasts, causing a soft moan to escape her red lips.
Her animated gaze flickered to mine before she slowly licked two fingers, then teasingly slid them into her depths.
"Mmnngh!"
I slicked my dick with the cool, viscous lube, slowly massaging its throbbing length.
Violet withdrew her fingers, licking them slowly, savoring the glistening essence.
Looking straight into my eyes, a dildo popped out, and she grabbed it.
"Imagine this is your cock," she whispered, before slowly inserting it into her wet pussy.
At that moment, precum began to drip out of my dick, and my breath grew heavy.
"Yes, yes, yes," I recited continuously.
Tap-tap-tap. The door clicked open, swinging inward to reveal my three stepsisters.
I was still clutching myself, my release already spilling, utterly beyond control.
My climax erupted, spraying against the wall. Their stares, wide with horror, made me feel like Satan reincarnated.
The cake Lisa held slipped from her grasp, her face contorting in pure disgust.
Her brows furrowed so tightly they nearly touched, deep creases forming on her forehead. Her lips curled into a half-sneer, half-grimace, as if she'd just bitten into something rotten.
I was caught in 4K.
My erection gradually vanished, retracting like a snail into its shell.
My dignity as a human being evaporated, 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]