"Frustration 5 hours"
Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won’t come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend. --M!A in effect--Reborn had never been in this situation before. Most healthy human beings will find themselves having sexual urges from time to time. The hitman was a busy man, but he did have a quite active personal life. For a man like him, getting someone into bed wasn’t particularly a hard thing. Yet certain situations simply didn’t allow for him to bring a stranger into his room. At times like that, Reborn knew how to give himself relief— anyone with a working hand should, actually. Of course, it was not the same as intercourse, but it did the job.
But today was different.
Someone must have drugged him, because otherwise, he would be able to walk out that door feeling satisfied (
‘cause I mean, he’s pretty darn talented with his hand— like did you not see how this hitman handles his GUNS.). But right now, at this very moment, the hitman couldn’t cum.⊰ ————— { ♚ }
—— ;; She wasn’t one who usually bothered the hitman
unless it was something relatively important. Yet this time
it was more of the fact that she had wished to be in his
company. Not that Lal usually wished for company, but
when she did wish for it – she usually went to someone
she knew wouldn’t mind. Well, that is if the hitman was in
a good enough mood to even let her in.
It didn’t take Lal all that long to enter the house – his door
unlocked for an odd reason. Not that she was complaining
though she did make a knock on the door, and peeked inside.
“ Hello? Reborn? ”.
She did hear noise, but it was coming from a room further inside
which she figured was where the hitman was. Not that she knew
just – what the hitman was doing – and she really didn’t care all
that much either. But she did let her legs move towards where the
sound was coming from. Upon getting to the door, she let the door
open a bit more then it had been and was about to walk into the
room but didn’t.
“ Reborn? You left your front door unlocked so I—- ”
She froze seeing the scene before her and immediately her cheeks
flushed a good shade of red. J - just what did she walk into. At this
point she quickly turned herself around and tried her best not to look
over at him as she continued.
“ I — I didn’t mean to see anything ! I - I mean I just — I
just wanted to come visit. I didn’t think you would be doing anything
like – well that ! ”.
Flustered by this point was more or less her middle name as she kept
her back turned towards him. She should leave, but her legs stood frozen
in place and rejected what her mind had wanted her to do. Hopefully the
hitman didn’t mind? or rather she hoped she would soon be able to unfreeze
herself and flee.
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