Jars of hyper Cum

… Several large containers of viscous, hyper cum.

Or perhaps I should properly address it as fakecum but the strong odor which shot into my face right as I opened the box, shook my opinion and resolve, my nostrils flaring in disgust at the sheer potency and fertility this artificial variant from the land of the rising sun exuded.

I did not know what those Asians put into the creme to add such a pungent stench and reek of decomposition and foulness but they surely hit the right tone, exceeding anything natural with the powerful, almost divinely horrible smell.

Soon the whole room was aromatized by the stench and I was **** to open the windows, my mind still unable to really process the intensity of the product with which I had left my aroused girlfriend alone.

With a quivering right arm, which I reinforced by putting my other shivering limb around, I grabbed the overflowing jugs with almost tar-like jizz out of their confinement, revealing a handwritten message on a purple, soaked card beneath the containers of superhuman virility.

However the writing style didn’t match Orihime’s and I quickly read it silently in my mind, my cock springing to life again, invigorated by the prospect she delivered to me.

*“I hope you can already exercise and train using this.” <3*

Flabbergasted by the surprising present either Orihime or this wicked cunt Yoruichi had brought to my house - to the place that I lived in! I furiously pulled out my phone and opened the chat with Miss Innocent who turned into an absolute bimbo in a matter of days.

But upon opening it, I realized that it was empty.

Well, not fully, but apart from my messages everything was gone.

The pictures, videos and even her messages were all deleted, as if devoured from the surface of the earth. With teary eyes I scrutinized her profile picture, her cute face smiling at me brightly and with joy.

An unprecedented dread and worry filled my heart.

Did she simply ignore me since I ignored her?

Was she in actual danger?

Was the seduction but a benevolent farewell gift before she …?

I nervously tapped my foot onto my red carpet, mindlessly stomping through my room as I asked myself …