NTFT | Volume 2.3

I usually would have flat-out refused, but his looks were to my taste, so I impulsively agreed.

A man inviting someone over after just a few words wasn’t usual, was it?

As I stared dumbly at the neighbor, he smiled and pulled out his phone from his back pocket, offering it to me.

“I’ve been feeling quite lonely with no acquaintances around. It’d be nice to get along with a neighbor. Could I get your contact?”

Look at this?

He’s even taking my contact now? This guy is bold.

Taken aback by his forwardness, I didn’t immediately take his phone, but as he insisted a bit more, I finally did.

“I don’t have a phone right now due to some circumstances. I don’t have any contacts to give you, but I can give you my home’s passcode instead.”

That was true. I hadn’t planned on getting a new phone for a while, so even if I took his phone, I had no number to give him. So, I provocatively mentioned my home passcode.

I was curious about his reaction. What would he say?

“Hmm… That doesn’t sound bad.”

Was he serious? Was he really going to take someone’s home passcode just like that?

“Hey! Where should I put this?”
“Oh, that needs to go in the studio… just a moment!”

The neighbor took his phone from my hand naturally, lightly gripped my shoulder, and whispered in my ear.

“Thanks for the invite, but I have to go now. But my home’s passcode is…”

The breath on my ear was hotter than expected, making me flinch. It lasted only a few seconds, but the sensation lingered, forcing me to mull over his words.

“Then do come over later. I’ll be waiting.”

He quickly retreated to his house.

I stood watching as he went back inside. He seemed busy with the move as if nothing had happened, occasionally making eye contact and managing it with a faint smile.

“His face is my type, but did I mess up on the first day of moving?”

He wasn’t bad-looking—in fact, he was my type among all the men I’d met recently. He might be worth keeping close, but having him this physically close was a bit much.

This unintended event reminded me of the inherent fox spirit within me, still prone to drawing attention.

“Maybe I should just finish moving first.”

The move next door seemed far from over, but there was still much to do in my own home. Though I had been invited over, I wouldn’t have the leisure until my own move was done.

I went inside to arrange the furniture and personally handle my sensitive belongings, aiming to wrap up the move.

The home was clean and organized with all the new items, but it felt cold, more like a remodeled house than a home.

“Is this arrangement okay?”

“Yeah, the kitchen and living room seem about done. Is the bedroom furniture all set up too?”

“Yes, all done. The technicians for the electronics should be here soon.”

“Okay then. Please make sure to clean up the trash well, and you can start wrapping things up.”

“Will do.”

As I handled the remnants of moving materials and wiped away the footprints that came from moving in, I simplified my life by purchasing only essential clothing and dishes, feeling the clutter of past belongings had only been a burden.

“Looks like I’m done moving… is next door still at it?”

Peering out the door left ajar from the move, I saw the ongoing hustle at the next door. It didn’t seem like they’d finish anytime soon, especially with the numerous frames going in.

“Is it turning into a gallery or something? Why so many frames?”

Maybe he was involved in the arts. His scent had hinted at something dye-like. Could that be related to all those frames?

Arms crossed, I stood in the doorway, pondering the incoming frames next door.

I wasn’t usually interested in humans, but the neighbor had sparked my curiosity.

Is there no beating personal taste? Or is it just that a good-looking face makes everything else acceptable? I felt a momentary disgust at myself for being so superficial.

“I really can’t help myself…”

I shook my head quietly. I turned away from the last of the frames entering the neighbor’s house. I felt his gaze on the back of my head but didn’t turn around, simply closing the door and going inside.

He’ll probably call himself if he was so forward to begin with.

“I shouldn’t have given out my home passcode so readily…”

Though I initiated the provocation, he flirted first. Does that make us even? Since my move finished earlier, I now had some awkward time on my hands. It felt like the neighbor’s move would take a few more hours.

It would be a fine evening for a drink, as he suggested, but I wondered if I’d really feel up to it after all the moving exhaustion.

Well, if not, I might just go over there myself.

After all, I know the passcode.

The newly finished apartment was too clean, and yawningly quiet.

With the move done, I had nothing else to do. I aimlessly looked out over the balcony and then collapsed onto the sofa as if breaking.

“Ah… There’s nothing to do.”

The new sofa emitted a strong scent of leather. The texture, size, and color were quite to my liking, but the smell of new furniture somehow didn’t sit well with me.

Perhaps it was too new, not yet worn in. I absent-mindedly stroked the sofa, rubbing my face against it, then lay down, resting my arm.

With nothing to do, the silence and lethargy were overwhelming. Usually, I would turn on a broadcast and chat, but even that wasn’t an option now.

Broadcasting had been a way to make money but also a hobby I enjoyed. Without it, time crawled by unbearably slow.

“Ah, so boring… It’s too boring!”

The lack of items in the room made even a slight noise echo loudly. I was intensely bored and listless, with nothing to do, which felt quite miserable.

This was a serious situation. The only extreme remedy for this seemed to be that.

“There’s nothing to do… maybe after a long while…”

I reached below my navel. How long had it been since I last touched myself? For unavoidable reasons, I had been neglectful of my lower parts.

“Have you been lonely? I haven’t paid you any mind. Let’s get reacquainted now.”

The warm temperature of my pubic triangle was palpable under my palm, and beneath the thick flesh, I touched the clitoris.

“Ah… I’ve missed this feeling.”

My middle finger, the longest, adjusted the pressure just right, stimulating the clitoris and smoothly circling.

A pleasant sensation spread faintly throughout my body, excitingly titillating.

“Mmm…”

Unashamed, I spread my legs on the sofa and slid my hand inside my pants to touch below.

Having neglected it for so long, the soft flesh readily accepted my fingers, shamelessly secreting lubrication.

Carefully parting the moist flesh with my fingers, I caressed the tender insides and stimulated the clitoris.

The sensitive spot provided a pleasure several times more intense with even a small stimulation.

Below responded, gripping tightly then relaxing rhythmically as the arousal grew, and with it, a tingling sensation rose from my nipples.

“Mmm, wish someone would suck this…”

Doing it alone was definitely lacking compared to having company. If I had a tool, I would borrow its strength, but there was no such thing in a newly moved-in house.

Regrettably, I diligently twisted my nipples, squeezed out the milk, and massaged my breasts.

“Ah, damn… The feeling…”

As I touched my breasts, the excitement ignited even more intensely. I bit my lower lip and sucked in my breath, gripping my chest more firmly.

Below was incomparably wetter than before, my fingers easily diving into the soft flesh.

I vigorously stimulated below, then threw off my pants that were in the way.

My exposed pussy was shamelessly spread, the state of arousal blatantly erotic.

“Oh, it’s not enough… needs something thick… mmm!”

While stimulating the clitoris, I carefully inserted a finger into the hidden hole below.

Though my finger was no comparison to a penis in girth, it was necessary for now.

The finger slid smoothly into the wet hole, gently caressing the inside.

The light stimulation caused the area to contract reflexively, and as the arousal built, a tingling heat spread from my nipples.

“Mmm, oh…”

As excitement mounted, Mi Hong bit his lips until they hurt, feeling all the more regretful. There was a void between his vulgarly spread legs, not only bringing a sense of emptiness but also a rush of impatience for what should always be there but wasn’t.

There were no humans around to witness me, obscenely aroused.

No lecherous gazes to admire my nipples, stained as deliciously as strawberry milk, or my vulva, flushed a rosy red.

The familiar stares that used to be there had all disappeared, leaving me alone in a space so irritatingly silent that boredom drove me to masturbate below.

“Damn, this… is kinda giving me reality blues.”

Tugging on my plump nipples and rubbing them with my fingers continued to stimulate down there, pouring out obscene fluids, yet dissatisfaction crept up.

Even as I caressed and stimulated my body for my own pleasure, a gaping emptiness was palpably evident.

My jaw clenched. The touch on my lower parts grew rougher, and the sound of the water grew louder.

Before I knew it, my fingers had moved from one to two, vigorously stirring inside my wet hole.

The rough touch against my inner walls brought a rush of sensitive sensations, swelling up warmly.

Milk flowed down my chest like sweat, and wiping it off only heightened my desire.

Licking the milk off my palm, I savored the bitter yet sweet taste. If possible, I would have greedily sucked on my own nipples to quell the burning desire, even for a moment, but it was impractical to suck on my own large, male breasts, so I clawed and squeezed them to alleviate the urge.

“Shit… Uh! Ah… Heh! Ah…”

I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure coursed through my blood, exploring and marking various parts of my body, warming me up.

The wet vulva, feeling like it had climaxed too intensely, throbbed towards a peak. The clit, hard as a pearl, trembled, and roughly stimulating it with my fingers soon led to an explosive chain of pleasure, tightening my body intensely.

Trying to grasp the dispersing pleasure, I didn’t stop my hand even as intense pleasure took over, sending my mind into an over-sensitive, white haze.

A sense of liberation came from below, releasing thin fluid along with the built-up fluids like a fountain.

“Haah… Haah… Ha…”

A lazy energy washed over me, simple but filled with an economically overwhelming thrill of excitement and pleasure, keeping my body warm with its afterglow.

Down there was a messy, wet mess, still seemingly desiring something thick and hot, tightening and loosening in disappointment.

Once was not enough to satisfy.

It felt like I had only had an appetizer. What I needed was a stronger, more intense collision of flesh and friction.

Crunch,

I bit my nails. A face came to mind at that moment. A fine prey that had walked in of its own volition, boldly flirting and showing interest without knowing anything.

His brazen behavior, openly displaying his loneliness and looking for an opportunity, was to my taste, both face and body.

An ideal candidate for a ‘neighborhood guy’.

“How about we play… wantonly?”