I woke up with a hard-on. Not surprised. It's routine for me—first thing in the morning, I gotta beat my meat or the day feels wrong. Some things never change.
The blanket slid off my body, and my cock was already standing tall, leaking precum like it had been waiting all night. My eyes flicked to the corner of the room. Yesterday's shorts were still there, bunched up, soaked stiff with cum. The sight made me grin. My dick twitched. Yeah, I really painted those good.
I wrapped my fist around my shaft and started slow strokes. The sticky skin squeaked under my hand, precum smearing along my length. My breath came out heavy. Shizuka popped into my head instantly—her smile, her soft voice, the way she used to laugh.
And then the HUD blinked alive in front of my eyes. Those damn numbers floated, glowing faint.
Minamoto Shizuka → [Masturbation: 8 | Intercourse: 1]
"One time," I muttered through clenched teeth. "Who the fuck did you fuck, Shizuka?" My hand sped up. The thought of her spreading her legs for some bastard made me throb harder. Eight times touching herself, one time letting someone else inside. That "1" burned into my brain.
I groaned and squeezed tighter, precum spilling down my shaft, dripping over my fingers. My hips twitched.
The HUD glitched again.
Nobi Nobisuke → [Masturbation: 11 | Intercourse: 17]
Nobi Tamako → [Masturbation: 54 | Intercourse: 132]
My hand stopped for a second. "What the fuck…"
My dad's count was whatever, but Tamako's? One hundred and thirty-two times? My lips twisted into a half laugh, half snarl. "Tamako, you slut… who the hell were you spreading for all those times?" She wasn't my "mom" anymore, not to me. Just another body with digits floating over her head. A stranger with 132 notches under her belt.
I grabbed my cock harder, stroking fast now, precum making it slick. My balls tightened, slapping softly against me. Every number on that HUD only made me hornier, filthier. Shizuka's "1." Tamako's "132." I wanted to tear the truth out of them both.
My eyes darted to the corner. Those shorts from yesterday, crusted with my seed. I reached out, grabbed them, shoved the damp fabric against my face. The musky smell of old cum filled my nose and made me groan. I rubbed the shorts against my cock as I stroked, smearing yesterday's dried mess with today's fresh precum. Sticky, filthy, perfect.
"Shizuka…" I whispered, jerking harder. "Who was it? Who fucked you?"
And then, like a goddamn curse, Gian's ugly face flashed in my mind.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I barked, my whole body jerking like someone shocked me. My cock twitched painfully in my grip. "Why is that bastard's face showing up while I'm fapping to Shizuka?! Why?!"
I slapped my forehead with my free hand, groaning. "Damn gorilla… ruining my morning wood. That ugly piece of shit." The image wouldn't leave, it twisted everything. His stupid grin, his fists beating me down. Real Nobita's humiliation, bleeding into me.
"Fuck… fuck you, Gian…" I hissed, stroking even harder, like I could beat his face out of my brain. Sweat dripped down my face, chest heaving, precum dripping onto my stomach.
I thought of Shizuka again, moaning under someone. I thought of Tamako's high score, her body being pounded over and over. My hand blurred, balls pulling tight. My teeth clenched, eyes rolling back.
"Ahhh—fuck!"
I exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting up, splattering across my stomach, chest, even my face. More kept pumping out, sticky and hot, oozing down my shaft and pooling on the sheets. I kept stroking through it, groaning, smearing the mess over my skin with shaky hands.
Finally I collapsed back, gasping for air, body sticky and drenched in sweat and cum. My cock twitched in my hand, still half-hard, dripping.
But my mind wouldn't rest. Shizuka's "1." Tamako's "132." Gian's stupid face. It all swirled together, boiling in me.
Then it hit me. Gian's family. His sister. His mom.
My lips curled into a slow, evil grin.
"Yeah… you think you own me, Gian? You think you're the boss? Let's see how you feel when I own your family. When I break them in ways you can't even imagine."
The HUD flickered faintly, teasing me with blurred numbers I hadn't unlocked yet. Fresh prey waiting to be claimed.
I looked at the cum-soaked shorts clutched in my hand, dripping mess all over the sheets, and chuckled low.
"Yesterday was nothing. Just wait… I'm only getting started."