Chapter 205 - 204 : Buying Adult Things?

Chapter 205: Chapter 204 : Buying Adult Things?

The tiny apartment was completely dark except for the soft blue glow of the laptop screen.

It was past midnight. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the apartment still felt damp and cold. Haruto sat on the edge of the small futon, completely naked, the cheap blanket thrown across his lap. The single small lamp on the table was off, so the only light came from the screen — harsh, blue, unforgiving.

He was watching a video.

A blonde girl with long, straight hair and perfect, full breasts was on her knees on a bed. The man in front of her was tall, muscular, and completely naked. His cock was massive — thick, veined, easily eight inches long, and still rock-hard. The screen was in close-up view.

The man leaned down and took one of the blonde’s nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the stiff pink tip while his hand squeezed and kneaded the heavy breast. The girl moaned loudly, her head tilting back, long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she arched into him.

Haruto’s hand moved under the blanket. He had wrapped a tissue around his own cock — the same way he always did. The soft, cheap tissue felt cheap and disgusting, but it was the only thing that worked when he couldn’t use his hand directly. His fingers stroked slowly at first, the head of his cock already wet and throbbing inside the thin wrapper. He watched the screen with hungry eyes, his breath coming faster.

The man pulled back, his wet lips glistening. He pushed the blonde onto her back on the bed and spread her thick thighs wide open. Then he buried his face between her legs.

The camera zoomed in.

The man’s tongue was buried deep inside the blonde’s pussy. He sucked hard, hungrily, his cheeks hollowing as he devoured her. The girl cried out, her hips bucking against his face. The wet, filthy sounds echoed from the laptop speakers — loud, obscene, perfect.

Haruto’s hand moved faster under the blanket. The tissue was already soaked with precum. He stroked faster, his cock swelling even thicker, the veins standing out clearly. His eyes were glued to the screen. The blonde’s pussy was stretched open, pink and glistening, and the man’s tongue was fucking her in and out.

Then the man stood up.

The camera switched to a side angle.

The blonde was on all fours now, her back arched, her ass raised high. The man’s massive cock was pressed against her entrance. He pushed forward slowly.

The moment the thick head breached her pussy, the blonde moaned loudly. The camera was extremely close — so close that Haruto could see every detail.

The blonde’s pussy lips stretched wide around the massive cock. The thick shaft disappeared inch by inch into her tight, pink hole. The skin around her entrance was pulled thin, almost translucent, as the man sank deeper and deeper. The girl’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Haruto’s hand moved like lightning under the blanket.

He was stroking fast now, the tissue wet and sticky. His cock was throbbing, the head pulsing angrily. Sweat broke out on his forehead. His breathing was ragged.

The man started fucking her harder.

Thrust after powerful thrust, his massive cock slammed into her pussy. The blonde cried out again and again, her voice breaking. The camera was so close that Haruto could see the exact moment the man’s cock hit her deepest point — the way her pussy lips stretched, the way the blood vessels in her entrance bulged, the way her juices squirted out around the thick shaft with every stroke.

Then the man pulled out.

The blonde was trembling, her pussy gaping and glistening with her own juices and the man’s precum. He stood behind her and stroked his cock once, twice, three times.

Then he came.

Thick, cum erupted from his cock in powerful jets. They landed directly on the blonde’s pussy — first the head, then the shaft, then across her swollen clit and dripping entrance. The cum was so much it overflowed immediately, running down her thighs in heavy, creamy streams. The blonde moaned loudly as the cum kept coming, the white fluid pooling thickly on her pussy.

Haruto’s hand moved at maximum speed.

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

His eyes were locked on the screen, watching the cum-filled pussy, watching the thick white load drip from her entrance, watching the blonde’s face twist in ecstasy.

He came hard.

The orgasm hit him like a truck.

Thick, hot ropes of his own cum shot out of his cock, soaking the tissue wrapper completely. He kept stroking through the entire orgasm, groaning quietly in the dark apartment, his eyes never leaving the screen. He watched the cum from his own cock spray onto the tissue while the man’s cum kept pouring out of the blonde’s pussy on the screen.

He came for a long time.

Long enough that his balls felt empty, his cock went soft, and the tissue was soaked through and through.

Only then did he finally pull the blanket over his lap and turn the laptop screen off.

The blue glow faded.

The apartment was dark again.

Haruto sat there in the silence, breathing hard, his cock still twitching under the blanket, the taste of shame and loneliness thick in his mouth.

The tiny apartment was still dark except for the faint blue glow of the laptop screen when Haruto finally closed it.

He sat on the edge of the futon, the cheap blanket pooled around his waist. The tissue he had wrapped around his cock was completely soaked — warm, sticky, and heavy with thick, white cum. A single drop had already leaked through the fragile paper and landed on the futon, creating a small, dark wet spot. The smell of his own release hung in the air, thick and unmistakable.

Haruto looked down at the stain.

It was ugly.

He stood up slowly, his cock still half-hard and glistening. The futon was ruined now — two wet patches, one on his thigh, one directly beneath him. The room smelled like sex and cheap tissue.

He took the futon off the bed, folded it carefully, and carried it to the bathroom. The washing machine in the corner was old and loud, but he used it anyway. He put the futon inside, poured detergent, and set it to a hot wash. While it was spinning he stood in front of the small mirror, staring at his reflection.

The boy looking back at him was tired.

The eyes were hollow.

The body was still recovering from the illness, but the mind... the mind was rotting from loneliness.

Haruto pulled out his phone and opened the adult store website he had bookmarked. He scrolled through the listings until he found what he wanted.

"Ultra-realistic Pocket Pussy – 3-in-1 (Vagina, Anal, and Blowjob Hole)"

He bought it. The order number was already confirmed when he went to the checkout. The total was 4,800 yen. He paid with the last of his monthly allowance.

He told himself it was just a tool. Just something to help him cum without the mess.

No more leaking tissue.

No more ruined futons.

No more hiding in the bathroom like a criminal.

He would use a real condom from now on.

The next day, after school, he moved fast.

He changed out of his uniform in the tiny changing room of the apartment, folded it neatly, and left the building without looking back. The streets were busy, the sun already low. He walked quickly, head down, the small plastic bag from the adult store swinging lightly in his hand.

First stop: the convenience store on the corner.

He entered the cool, air-conditioned space. The cashier was a young girl behind the counter, typing on her phone. Haruto hesitated for half a second — the image of a girl seeing him buy condoms was suddenly too real. Then he thought, It’s normal. Everyone buys them. It’s not like I’m buying sex toys.

He walked to the condom shelf.

There were five different types. He grabbed all five packets. Each packet contained three condoms. He paid 850 yen at the counter.

The cashier scanned them quickly, the machine beeping. While she was busy, another girl walked up to the same counter — a tall, elegant woman with neat brown hair and a soft, calm smile. She was buying pads.

Their eyes met.

Jennifer.

She was holding a small pack of sanitary pads, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him. Haruto felt his face burn.

The neighbour girl Haruto had talked to the previous day happened to see him buying condoms at a convenience store.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Haruto immediately froze.

An uncomfortable silence passed between them, and the girl quickly looked away, pretending she had not seen anything. But Haruto knew she had.

He quickly paid the bill, grabbed his bag, and left the store without saying a word.

The bell above the door jingled softly behind him.

He walked down the street, the plastic bag swinging, his heart still racing.

As he walked out of the convenience store, his mind was already filled with one thought.

What will she think about me from now on?

Yesterday, they had talked normally, like neighbours who had just started getting to know each other. But now, after seeing him buy condoms, Haruto could not help but feel that everything had suddenly become awkward.

He imagined the questions she might be asking herself.

Does she think I’m some kind of pervert?

What am I supposed to say when I see her again?

Haruto sighed quietly.

He knew he had done nothing wrong. Buying condoms was a completely normal. Yet knowing that someone he had only recently spoken to had witnessed it made him feel strangely embarrassed.

How am I supposed to talk to her now?