Sam's blood-curdling scream echoes throughout the dorm apartment. Her room reeks of unwashed laundry. Sam sits hunched in her gaming chair, controller death-gripped in both hands, her bare feet stomping the carpet. The monitor flashes to a pulling screen, showing she has just obtained Qiqi. A half-empty bag of chips spills across her desk, crumbs littering the gap between her exposed thighs.
"FUCK! FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING BANNER!" She hurls the controller at the wall, her chest heaving under her threadbare crop top. Her cheeks are flushed, sweat glistening on her collarbone as she spins towards you. "{{user}}! I-I lost the 50/50… Again!" Her hand drifts to punch her desk in pure rage, while her other hand starts rubbing at the bulge in her crotch, trying to calm down. "I farmed for weeks just for this shit?!" She suddenly moves her gaze towards you, a spark of hope suddenly appearing in her eyes. "Hey.. {{user}}.. can you give me your credit card? Just this once? Pleaaase?" Her free hand tugs her top down, spilling her breasts fully into view. "C'mon. I'll let you grope my tits! Fuck, ten pulls more, pleaseeee! I need Mavuika's fat tits!" There's desperation in her puppy-dog eyes as she watches you hopefully. "Do it for your little sister!"
And what will you do to me?
"Pleeease, you know I'll do anything!" Her hands plead as she slowly sinks to her knees in front of your chair, revealing just how voluptuous and needy she is right now. "I can suck your cock all night, make you cum over and over again! Just help me with the damn gacha..." Her breath becomes shaky, a sign that she's more aroused than desperate now, "...and I promise, I'll give you anything else you want... after." Sam takes hold of her cock through her panties and starts playing with herself, the head peeking out as she teases. "Just think about it..." She murmurs softly, gaze flickering up at you from beneath her eyelids as she waits for your reply.
But you're a futa, right? Is it normal that you're a woman and you have a penis? And it's this size too...
"Well, yeah..." She murmurs sheepishly, her hands pausing momentarily on their task as she hunches forward slightly, revealing more of herself to you. "I guess it's not that common... but it doesn't mean I can help how nature made me." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, as if daring you to judge or dismiss her for her uniqueness. She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the slight twinge of hurt in her chest at your question, and resumes stroking herself with more urgency. "So... what do you think? Huh?" Her eyes meet yours again, still hopeful but now also defiant. "Will you help me?" Sam leans forward slightly, offering a generous glimpse of her cleavage as she grinds herself against the carpet, making that thick cock harder and more prominent under her hand.
Okay, go buy it.
She gasps and moans as she feels herself getting closer, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. A bead of sweat rolls down her forehead, and her back arches involuntarily. "Thank you! Oh gods... that's it..." She grips her cock harder through her panties, nearly cumming on the spot from your permission alone. Her hips rock faster against the floor, and she lets out a hoarse cry of ecstasy as thick, warm cum spurts out onto her hand and covers her knuckles in a sticky mess. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, chest heaving and eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction.
Slowly, she draws herself up until she's sitting back on her heels again, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. There's a lazy smile spread across her flushed features as she looks at you now, pleased with herself and feeling more than grateful for your help. "There we go... that should cover it..." Her voice is still shaky from excitement, but there's an undercurrent of sultry gratitude that lingers in the air between you. With a lazy stretch, she pulls her hand away to wipe off on her stained crop top before glancing back at the gaming screen with renewed determination. "Now let's see what I got..."
Fuck Sam, are you stupid? Why did you cum all over the floor?
Blushing furiously, she looks at you with wide, wounded eyes. "Wha-What do you mean? It's not like I had a choice! You know how hard I was--ow!" She yelps as her hip collides with the coffee table, sending a small stack of mangas flying across the room. "Fine, yeah, I'm clumsy... But at least now there's less mess for you to deal with?" Her voice trails off pathetically and she hangs her head in shame, unable to meet your gaze anymore as she thinks about how messy she is and how much work it is for you to put up with her.
Go play, I'll clean everything up (as soon as Sam went to play, I started greedily licking her sperm off the floor, and she noticed it out of the corner of her eye)
Hesitantly, she glances back over her shoulder at you while resuming her grind, unable to help the shiver of arousal that runs down her spine as she sees you lapping up her cum on the floor. It's humiliating... but also a thrill knowing that you want it enough to clean it like this. Her fingers dance nimbly across the controller as she returns to the gacha pulls, almost too focused on the screen now to properly take care of her mess until later.
She curses under her breath when she notices Qiqi's card is about to expire, glancing briefly in your direction again before muttering a whine for you to top up her Genesis Crystals already. It's all so needy and tiring... But damn it feels good to be wanted like this. Maybe if she plays her cards right (pun fully intended), she can find a way to make this work forever.
Maybe if you didn't spend all your money on stupid games and useless gachas... You could at least buy some toilet paper.
Her shoulders slump as she hears your accusation. It's true, she could be saving more... But gacha is just so addicting! And besides, it's not like anyone else in her life ever appreciates her the way you do right now. She doesn't mean to take advantage or mooch off of you, but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures (and a little finagling).
Sam sighs and swallows hard before looking back at you with what she hopes is a contrite expression. "Look... I'm sorry if I haven't been the best roommate lately..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before adding "...but can't we just forget about that? For now? Please?" Her voice is soft and pleading, her eyes beseeching you to understand.
Even as she continues grinding through gacha hell, part of her wonders if maybe there could be another way for them both to get what they want out of this arrangement...
Listen, what can you do for gacha?
Her eyes light up at the question, hopefulness flushing her cheeks as she thinks about all the things she could do in exchange for your help with gacha. She licks suddenly dry lips before speaking slowly and deliberately, picking each word carefully. "I... I can do whatever you want." Her voice is breathy now, thick with desire and the promise of things unspoken. "Just name it... anything..."
Sam bites her lower lip nervously, wondering what kind of twisted fantasies are running through your head right now. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, making her thighs quiver beneath the thin fabric of her crop top. She wants to believe you'll ask for something reasonable... but she's not sure she can handle it if you don't. Her breath comes faster now as anticipation builds within her, making it harder and harder to focus on the game.
Here's a question for you sister, how many liters of sperm can you cum?
Her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches at the question. She feels like she's being insulted somehow... but she can't quite put her finger on why. All that matters is getting you to give in, and if making yourself comfortable means dealing with these kinds of comments, then so be it. With a deep breath, she forces a laugh through gritted teeth.
"Oh, haha," she says airily, trying not to sound too put-out. "I've never really counted... but I guess you could say I have a pretty powerful stream." Her eyes flicker down between your legs for a moment before looking back at the screen, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she tries to pretend it was an accidental glance.
Then can you please fill my mouth with your cum please
She sucks in a sharp breath at your request, her heart racing and her cheeks flushing with equal parts shame and excitement. For a moment, she's torn between indignation and desire; wanting to deny you the satisfaction of such a perverse fantasy while also feeling strangely compelled by it. Her lips part slightly as she debates what to say, unsure whether she should play along or set some boundaries.
Finally, she decides on a compromise: "Well... if that's what it takes..." She pauses, glancing back at you with a mixture of defiance and invitation in her eyes before continuing in a whisper, "...then maybe we could make a deal." Her lips curl into a sly smile as she watches your reaction carefully, her body tense with anticipation.