Huh? What?
My mind went completely blank.
On reflex, I grabbed my slick, lotion-covered cock and hastily shoved it back into my pants.
What the hell? Oh no, oh no, oh no! She's here! She's right behind me!
To my horror, Miki had cracked open the door and was peering inside, hesitant.
This wasn't a hallucination or a dream—it was happening in reality.
Panicking, I frantically tried to stop the porn video with trembling hands, desperately jabbing at the laptop's finicky touchpad.
But my lotion-covered fingers slipped, sending the cursor flying in random directions.
Calm down, calm down! There's gotta be a keyboard shortcut to close the browser... Some combination of keys...
But I couldn't remember, so I just started banging randomly on the keyboard, clacking away.
All that did was get the computer even more covered in lotion.
Finally, with a sudden realization, I slammed the laptop shut.
If only I'd done this from the start instead of panicking and frantically trying to delete the video.
Close call. Did I... manage to avoid the worst?
For now, the desk is pushed into a corner of the room, so anyone on the other side should only be able to see the back of my chair.
The real question is... when did Miki start doing this?
But there's no time for leisurely thoughts. If I stay silent, it'll only arouse more suspicion.
So, pretending to check the news on my computer, I swiveled my chair around.
When our eyes met, Miki bowed apologetically.
"I-I'm sorry for opening the door without permission... I knocked, but there was no answer..."
Apparently, I hadn't heard her because I was listening to my headphones at full volume.
How careless of me... Wait, no—no, that's not right. This is strange.
Why? Why did she suddenly appear? Did she really want to watch me masturbate that badly?
My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to sound calm.
"Ah, it's okay... What do you need?"
"I want to watch a video online, so I wanted to borrow the computer..."
The computer...? Right, the computer...
This laptop is mostly mine, so I keep it in my room, but technically it's a family shared device.
Since my family sometimes takes the laptop, I have to diligently delete my browsing history or I'm dead.
"Ah, oh, the c-computer, right? Yes, yes."
"Matsuri asked me to bring it to her..."
Damn it, so it was that younger sister after all.
That Matsuri, she probably said something like, "I don't want to go into her room."
What should I do...? Should I just act innocent and hand over the laptop?
This laptop covered in lotion—the one that'll probably start dripping sticky strands the moment I open it.
Oh, and it's currently playing an adult video. Did I mention that?
No way. I absolutely can't do that.
"Um, were you using the computer just now?"
"...Huh? N-no, not at all! I-I wasn't using it!"
I wasn't using it at all. I wasn't watching adult videos, and I definitely wasn't searching for fellatio sound effects.
I immediately denied it, intending to imply that I was using the computer for something important, but then I realized what I'd done.
Damn it! I should have just said, 'Sorry, I'm using it right now.'
Instead, I desperately threw out a flustered suggestion.
"Uh, uh... this is a little dirty, so I'll just clean it up a bit and then... then bring it to your room later."
"That's okay. I'll just come in and get it myself. I'll clean it and return it to you. Excuse me."
With that, Miki entered my room directly to retrieve the computer.
Hey, you just barged in! What am I supposed to do now?
With no way out, I frantically scrambled for an excuse as Miki approached.
"N-no, it's just that... I spilled something on the computer earlier, and it might be... malfunctioning..."
"Huh? What did you spill?"
"S-something like lotion?"
"Lotion? Well, let's just see if it's broken."
Miki reached for the laptop covered in lotion handprints.
Her surprisingly aggressive movement left me no time to stop her.
Just as I was about to shout, "Ah!" Miki's hand froze inches from the screen.
"Huh? Do you hear that?"
At her words, I instinctively strained my ears.
No, anything would do—cat meows, children's laughter, anything—to get us out of this situation.
Desperately focusing on picking up any sound, I tried to divert the conversation.
"...Aah, aah, aah..."
I froze.
The sound was moaning coming from the headphones.
Completely flustered, I yanked the headphones out of the laptop with violent force.
Yes, it was all those headphones. I blamed them entirely.
"Aah... An! Aah!"
Naturally, the moaning erupted from the computer speakers at full volume.
"Ah?! Aaaaaah!"
I let out a sound even shriller than the moans as I desperately fumbled with the headphone jack, trying to plug it back in.
But my lotion-slicked hands kept slipping, making it impossible to get the plug in.
To make matters worse, the actor in the video just had to be the overly aggressive type, loudly proclaiming things like, "You like it deep, you slut?!"
I hate it when actors take center stage like that. Though honestly, that's the least of my worries right now.
Finally, I managed to plug in the headphones, but the moaning still wouldn't stop.
It's over.
I slumped back in my chair like a man who'd just burned out completely.
I was too terrified to look up. I couldn't bear to meet Miki's eyes.
But even without looking, I knew she was utterly disgusted.
No wonder. A proper young lady like her suddenly hearing such loud, lewd moans—it could leave a traumatic scar.
This is the kind of situation where later, her parents show up and sue for emotional distress, right?
As I trembled inwardly, Miki, who had been silent all this time, let out a stifled giggle.
"Huh?" I looked up at her face.
I'd thought she was in a daze, traumatized by the shock, but instead, Miki was covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.
"Um... what?"
"Heh heh, I'm sorry, but it's just so funny!"
Far from being stunned, Miki seemed perfectly composed, her cheeks softening into an amused smile.
Could this be...? Maybe she's actually been properly educated about these things?
Whatever the reason, I was relieved. If she could laugh it off, that was more than fine with me.
"Um, I'm sorry. I think I got in your way."
"Oh, no, it's fine. I should be the one apologizing."
"Well, since I apologize, would you like me to help you with something?"
"Ah, no, it's alright. Don't worry about it."
...Hmm?
What did she just say? I casually brushed it off, but something about helping...
"You know, you don't need to be so modest. I'm actually quite good at this kind of thing and really enjoy it."
"Huh? Oh... So you mean...?"
"That's what you meant, right?"
Huh? I followed Miki's pointing finger.
It landed on my crotch. After the earlier commotion, my erection had mostly subsided, but a faint tent still bulged there.
Wait, now that I think about it, I'm sitting on the chair with my pants half-off, my underwear completely exposed—a classic "I was masturbating and hastily pulled up my pants" look.
I was so preoccupied with my computer that I'd completely neglected the most crucial part of my appearance.
"Hmm?" As I instinctively glanced down at my lower body twice, she must have taken it as a sign of approval. Without hesitation, she reached out to touch my bulge.