A Serenade for the Innocent 69 Nice

Ah, fuck.

Yeah, that shit's good.

Oh, shiiit. That was awesome!

Fuck, fuck. FUCK! Fuck...

Ah, that's good...

Ha...

I dropped my phone beside me as I laid on my bed, tired and disgusted by what I was just watching. Morning woods genuinely are something. It turns a person who had just barely woken up into a beat that would drop the biggest, fattest, hottest, thickest, most abso-fucking-lutely significant load. Then, it would backtrack real fucking hard by making them so exhausted that everything their senses register on their mind instantly turns into nothing but the vilest, most deprived hellspawn on Earth.

Well, that doesn't matter anyway. I'm done with that. I hurriedly pulled three tissue papers from the table a few centimeters away from my bed. After wiping both my hands and my stomach, I crumpled the tissue papers into a ball of a wet mess, covered with a white blob that I wished none of the people I knew would see. I then continued lying on my bed like a gingerbread man while looking at how my ceiling fan swirls endlessly to bring the forces of the air forcefully onto my sweaty looking-ass face.

I then started to realize that my day has already begun. That means people needed to talk, and things needed to be done. Ha... I want to sleep more, and the sound coming from the ceiling fan just further hypnotizes me more, lulling my mind deep into the thought of another few hours of sleep.

However, after thinking about the many things I would lose if I keep this up, I finally grabbed my phone oh so reluctantly to chat my boss and talk to our business partners and... ugh! Fuck. I forgot that I haven't closed the porn I was watching yet; I haven't even paused the damn thing. My phone was muted, so I wasn't ready to see more of that nasty shit I just busted my nut off to directly on my face out of nowhere. I instinctively scrolled my screen hard, so my eyes would avoid seeing whatever hardcore shit I was watching, which made me remember about a Rihanna song for a bit... something, something about sticks and stones. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

I shook my head, telling myself that I must put my game face on now cuz work is waiting, and this BDSM shit had to go... Well, that is until I saw that one ad that suddenly irked my interest.

It was one of those small ads in below the video, very tiny actually; it was just this rectangular-shaped thing that no one probably paid attention to, I know I wouldn't even know this ad existed if it wasn't for those two striking words that lured my interest in a snap.

"... Plural Heights..."

I knitted my brows together and narrowed my eyes to look at that tiny little ad space at the bottom of a porn video of all places.

"Lonely? Plural Heights will make you happy!" Followed by a sketchy-looking phone number and their email address.

It's... Well, I gotta admit, it sounds a whole lot like many of the other porn ads I could possibly find. One of those "Hot Singles in Your Area" kind of ad that a person who visited a porn site would already be sick of seeing. However, those ads are rather catchy; not to mention, it was also backed by a rather provocative picture or a short clip at best.

This one? I mean, the Plural Heights ad... Mmm... Nah! It's too dull. I mean, it does have a small image accompanying it, but it's just a very, very indistinguishable and pixilated picture of what seems like... a building? I'm not sure what they're trying to do with such a shitty-looking ad.

Thus, just like any other porn ad on the planet, I disregarded it and went on with my life by tapping on the home button and opening every messaging apps I could possibly find. That also means finally facing my room, but it is much more interesting to describe it as "my studio apartment."

I hate bright places, so I made sure that the lights are always dim, 100% of the time, 24/7 and no amount of visitors or female seduction can ever stop me from making my room as darkened as my heart after what society had done to me. People who would come to my studio apartment would often wince after entering through the doorway towards my room; it was something I always found odd. My mother would especially call this place a garbage dump because not only is it filled with all the trashes in the world--that is a very hyperbolical assessment of my impeccably immaculate room--she also denounces me for how horrid the scent permeating throughout my room was. She described it somewhat bleach-y, others would even compare it to the scent of fresh nausea. Most of the people who told this in my face are all people with a fucking vagina! Bunch of bitches, am I right? They are all so fucking nosy when, in truth, none of these things that they claim to hate is a part of their GOD DAMN BUSINESS! I mean, my sister once came to visit me for god knows what fucking reason and he told me that I shouldn't let my mattress stay on the floor because it might get moldy after a while. I mean, what a fucking asshole! I instantly told her to just get out of my place if she will continue blabbing on about her typical female bullshit about how messy my room is. Because it's not! This just shows that my mom along with her other femoid kind will say everything to take down a man's power in the name of feminism! Disgusting! I don't know what they're all on about, my room is not that bad, and I can't smell anything at all! Heck, they even told me that my room smelled just like how I would smell after a long day at work, which is just outrageous! If they're trying to insult my house by using me as a benchmark, then I am not at all believing that they're trying to put me down. Okay, sure, there's a bit of a mess around the corners with all the dirty laundry and the leftovers from last week, but it's definitely not the worst thing ever! I mean, remember that cashier that I've seen this morning when I was buying some instant ramen? Uhh fucking creepy! Not like me though, nu-uh! This town's weirdo is way more off the hook than me! I mean, that dude sleeping in the dumpster outside of the building is just fucking disgusting! If they would compare me to that guy, then I would be offended, but I'm not like one of those liberal snowflakes on Twitter! Unlike them, I don't get offended about anything; I am also not like any of them who gets all fucking defensive about the smallest thing! Just like my coworker Jessica. Bitch. She would tell me every time that I smell like rotten beef even though I would go on my way to respect her as the perfect lady that she is, but no! In my defense, I know what hygiene is and I know that I am not perfect in that regard, but come on! Nobody's perfect!

Then there's this thing about Plural Heights... I don't know why, but it kept clinging on me like a damn bacteria by the time I heard it in that cashier's filthy female mouth! It's even in my ads now, what a joke! However, the day has begun, and that means it's time to work... not this Plural Heights crap. I admit that it affects me a lot but...

Eh, I'll forget about it.

Well, for a time.

When day turned into night, and a flock of work turns into a bunch of people saying "good work for the day," an exhausted man like me who hasn't felt any semblance of any human touch with a romantic/sexual context for years would only go to that one place.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck yeah! Harder! Do it more."

I sighed.

I blurted about a few breaths before I could force my member to harden after flopping it from one side to another, forcefully making it ready for combat once more.

I could faintly see my reflection on the screen since the video I was seeing is quite dark: chapped lips, sunken eyes, double chin, dead pupils, and skin so dry that it's starting to turn into powder. It was all the lady's favorite look...

I opened my mouth slightly to utter a lazy grunt, indicating that I am finally feeling a sense of pleasure after torturing my dick to get moving by stroking it into believing that it can spray whatever it wants if it tries hard enough. Heck, I wouldn't mind if it sprays something red-ish, to be honest, I really just wanna get off and be done with this day.

I moaned quietly, but well, to be more specific, I uttered something that sounded more like that ghost in The Grudge. After releasing what seems like three drops of sticky white liquid, I finally pulled my blanket and laid on my side while wiping my poor flabby hotdog on my bedsheet. I tried to find my phone, which I threw somewhere on the bed once again, but I realized that I had already forgotten where I had put it. Ah, shit. I think I'm gonna have Alzheimer's at 50. After tapping my bed with my heads for a few moments, I finally felt the familiar heat of my phone screen. It was sitting somewhere on my waist, whoops!

That was when I realized that I had accidentally clicked an ad while I'm trying to scramble my body all over the bed. Well, it doesn't matter. When I looked at my phone screen, I had realized that the ad had already loaded. It was a video of a beautiful, no, GORGEOUS woman, wearing a tight, red dress with red lipstick and a brunette hair. She was talking, but I couldn't quite hear her since the volume of my phone is at the lowest but not muted.

I pressed on the volume button at the side of my phone, so I could hear what the woman had to say. I don't know if it was because this lady is my type or if it was all because I'm bored, and I'm looking for something to make me feel asleep anyway, but whatever it is, I am drawn into this beautiful female looking at me through the screen. Thus, after a few seconds, I could hear her deep and powerful but sexy voice echoing throughout my darkened room.

"... Plural Heights will help you unlock your inner desires! All you have to do is click the link below, and we will be able to start right away!"

Was it boredom, or was it my loneliness taking control of my body? I don't know... All I know is that, by the time that link appeared on my screen, I instantly clicked it while looking at the female's eyes.

Just then, while the site was loading, my telephone rang.

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