(One week Before isekai)
The house on the quiet suburban street was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft click of the laptop fan. Two years had passed since the accident that took Kaito's parents, and the place still felt like it belonged to ghosts. Mizuki Takahara—his aunt, his last living blood relative—had been taking care of him. She was thirty-eight, single, and beautiful in that quiet, elegant way that made the neighbors whisper. Long black hair usually tied back in a loose ponytail, slim yet soft curves that filled out her simple sundresses, big dark eyes that always looked a little tired but never unkind. They weren't even blood-related; Mizuki had been a close friend of Kaito's mother. Still, she treated him like family.
Kaito Tanaka was nineteen now, freshly graduated from high school. He loved porn. Not the casual kind. The kind that made his balls ache and his cock throb for hours. And right now, with Mizuki out at her part-time job until late, he was about to lose himself completely.
He crept up the stairs, heart already racing. No one else was home. The house was theirs—technically hers, legally—but it had been his for years. He locked the bedroom door, just in case, then stripped off his clothes in one smooth motion. His body was still lean from growing up, but his cock was anything but. It hung heavy between his thighs, already half-hard from the thought alone, thick and veined, at least eight inches when fully hard. The foreskin was loose, the head flushed dark pink. Below it, his balls hung full and heavy, the skin soft and clean, dusted with a neat little patch of dark pubic hair that he never trimmed. He never shaved. It felt natural. Primal.
Kaito's face burned as he sat on the edge of the bed. He opened the laptop and connected to the internet. His hand trembled slightly as he typed. He always started with the same thing—close-up pussy, the kind that made his mouth water and his cock leak.
"Beautiful girl close-up pussy… wet… creampie…"
The first video loaded. A young woman—maybe twenty—lay on her back, legs spread wide. The camera zoomed in mercilessly. Her pussy lips were puffy, glistening with slick. Her clit stood out like a tiny pearl, swollen and sensitive. The folds were plush, pink and slightly parted, revealing the tight little entrance that fluttered with each breath. The narrator in the video whispered in a breathy Japanese voice, describing every detail.
Kaito's breath hitched. His cock twitched instantly, thickening further, the head growing slick with a bead of precum that he could already feel dripping.
He grabbed the nearest box of tissues with his left hand, the right already wrapping around his massive shaft.
"Fuuuck…" he groaned under his breath, voice hoarse.
His fingers stroked slowly at first, then faster. The skin was silky, the veins throbbing. He used the precum as lube, spreading it up and down the entire length, from the fat balls all the way to the tip. Every stroke made wet, obscene sounds—schlick, schlick, schlick—filling the silent room. His pubic hair tickled his palm. He watched the video on mute, eyes locked on that dripping, creampie-ready hole.
The woman in the video moaned, her hips lifting as she showed herself touching her clit in tight circles. Her pussy lips parted further, revealing the glistening inner walls that looked soft and silky, like pink velvet. A thick string of arousal stretched from her entrance when she pulled her fingers away.
Kaito's heart hammered. His cock was fully hard now, standing straight up against his stomach, veins pulsing. The head was shiny, swollen, the slit leaking steadily. He thumbed over the tip, smearing the precum all over the head and shaft.
"Shit… I love this shit…" he whispered, voice cracking with lust.
He switched to the next video without pausing. Another close-up, this one even more zoomed. A shaved pussy this time, but the lips were still puffy and cum-streaked from a previous creampie. White, sticky, thick semen clung to the outer folds, dripping slowly down toward the tight little asshole. The entrance looked puffy and red, swollen from fucking, the creamy cum slowly oozing out in thick globs that the narrator said had been pumped in deep.
Kaito's mouth went dry. His balls felt like they were on fire.
"Fuuuuck yes…" He jerked his cock harder, the wet slaps echoing. His hips bucked involuntarily. The massive head of his cock slapped against his own stomach with every stroke, leaving shiny trails of precum. His pubic hair was matted now from the sweat and lube. He couldn't stop staring at that creamy hole in the video—how the cum looked so thick, so white, so wrong and so perfect.
His free hand flew to his balls, cupping them, rolling them gently between his fingers. They were heavy, warm, the skin smooth and hairless except for the small patch above. He squeezed, and a fresh bead of precum oozed from the slit.
The video shifted again—this time a creampie close-up where the camera pulled back just enough to show the girl's pussy lips stretched wide, the thick white cum bulging out between them like it was trying to escape. It poured out slowly in a thick, creamy river, dripping onto the sheets.
Kaito was panting now, chest heaving. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. The head had turned almost purple, the veins standing out like ropes. He kept stroking, faster, faster, using only his own precum now because his hand was getting too slick. Every stroke made the head glisten and bounce.
"God… I want to fuck that shit…" he moaned, voice breaking. "I want someone's pussy pump full… fucking her pussy until it's overflowing…"
His thoughts spun wildly. He imagined his own cock buried to the balls in a willing pussy, the head kissing the cervix, then pulling back and flooding it again. His balls tightened. The pleasure was building, that familiar pressure at the base of his spine.
He couldn't last much longer.
The last video was the best yet—a slow, detailed creampie shot. The camera stayed locked on the pussy the entire time. The lips were swollen, puffy, stretched to the limit. Thick white cum was gushing out in heavy pulses, each one slapping against the inner thighs with a wet sound. The entrance looked so open, so hungry, the creamy mess slowly leaking down in thick rivers.
Kaito's hips jerked. His massive cock slapped loudly against his palm. He was so close he could feel his orgasm building like a tidal wave.
"Fuck… fuck… I'm gonna cum—"
The video ended on the overflowing pussy. Kaito's eyes rolled back. His hand flew up and down his cock in desperate, frantic strokes. The head was a shiny, swollen mess. His balls drew up tight, the skin shrinking, the pubic hair matted with sweat.
"I'm cumming—fuck—I'm cumming so hard!"
The orgasm hit him like a truck. His cock jerked violently in his fist, shooting thick hot cum in long, powerful jets. The first one hit his own stomach, splattering the skin between his balls and chest. The second and third followed, even thicker, painting his abs and dripping down toward his throbbing cock. His whole body shook, thighs trembling, balls pulsing as he kept milking every last drop out of his massive shaft. Cum landed on his fingers, on his wrist, even a few stray strings splattered the laptop screen.
He kept jerking through the aftershocks, milking the last weak spurts that dribbled out like thick, white milk.
When it finally stopped, Kaito was gasping, chest heaving, cum cooling on his skin. His cock still twitched in his fist, sensitive and oversensitive, the head glistening with a fresh coating of his own cum and precum.
He looked down at his messy hand, at the white streaks on his stomach, at the still-hard cock that hadn't even softened fully.
"Shit… I need to do that again later…" he laughed breathlessly, voice hoarse with satisfaction.
Outside, the front door opened downstairs. Mizuki's voice called up the stairs.
"Kaito? I'm home~"
Kaito's heart slammed into his ribs. His cum-covered hand froze mid-stroke. His massive, still-hard cock twitched visibly in the dim light of the bedroom, shiny and glistening with his own seed.
He swallowed hard, trying to sound normal.
"Be right down, Aunt Mizuki!"
But inside, his mind was already racing toward round two.
The house was quiet again. The laptop still glowed on the bed, paused on that dripping, cum-streaked pussy.
Kaito's fingers moved back down to his cock, already hardening again.
He had time.
Plenty of time.
And he wasn't even close to being done.