Spy his house

Late at night, a swift silhouette moved stealthily through the city, making no noise and arriving at a simple house. Positioning itself on the roof, the figure had complete control of the dwelling.

If anyone saw this, they would instantly believe it was a burglar, but it was quite the opposite.

«I'm losing my mind.»

It was Mirko who, using his amazing skills, had infiltrated the house without the tenant knowing of his presence. It wasn't the first time he had sneaked into a stranger's house, but it was the first time he had done so in one that didn't have a criminal inside.

Avoiding lighted areas, he slipped until he reached a half-open window. His plan was to investigate its owner, Mineta, aka Grape Juice, further.

«For heaven's sake, if someone saw him, they'd get the wrong idea,» he thought fearfully.

She wasn't stupid; she knew perfectly well that her actions were wrong in more ways than one. As a heroine, she had to set an example for others and be a pillar of the community, and this was at the other ****.

Slowly, she approached the window and reached out to open it fully when she heard noises from inside. Curious, she peered out to see what it was, discovering the young hero sitting with his back to her, staring at the computer. Although it was dark, it wasn't hard to make out the boy's unmistakable head.

«I thought you weren't home. Well, I should go... Hmm... But what are you doing?»

By sharpening her vision, she could discern that he had one hand on the keyboard and the other on his crotch, producing a constant sound similar to small clapping sounds. You wouldn't have to be a great detective to figure out what that boy was doing.

«The kid is masturbating, but what... Damn!»

If watching him touch himself was already something that freaked her out, the bunny was dismayed when she saw several photos of him scrolling past on the screen. Apparently, her newfound love had gotten her teenage hormones going.

“Oh yeah... mm... come on, eat my carrot, Mirko,” she heard him mutter as he continued with his work.

«He's using me for his dirty tricks... he's a bastard... a pervert... he... he's...»

«HE'S VERY VIGOROUS,» the voice from before returned.

This time, Mirko managed to decipher the source of that voice: it was his animal instincts trying to take control of his mind. Of course, he wasn't going to allow himself to fall into depravity.

«Fuck you, I don't feel anything for that brat,» she defended herself, moving away from the window.

«BUT IF HE HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU, HE ACCEPTED HIS NATURE, JUST LOOK AT HIM.»

Reluctantly, she took another look, this time spotting no less than 10 rolled-up napkins scattered all over his paycheck. It was obvious he'd been doing this for a while, nonstop.

«What energy! That bastard must have gallons of semen stored up.»

«HUGE AMOUNTS OF CUM WAITING FOR YOU. AFTER ALL, YOU’RE THE STAR OF HIS FANTASIES,» the voice countered.

«Is he that turned on by me? »Her rational side began to falter.

If that brief moment of weakness had been an inconvenience, what happened seconds later was a huge problem. A faint stench seeped in through the open window and drifted toward her. In itself, it wasn't much, but when the smell penetrated her nostrils, all hell broke loose.

A powerful pang hit her stomach; at the same time, an unbearable tingling attacked her pussy, and a pleasant dizziness took over her head.

«Ooh…oh my God…hmm…What’s that strong smell? Ohhh…my body feels weird.»

The source of that smell could be none other than Mineta. So much masturbation had left her room reeking of semen, something that was apparently affecting the rabbit.

«DO YOU SMELL THAT? THAT’S RIGHT, GIRL. IT’S THE ESSENCE OF A MALE CALLING YOU…INHALE HIS DELIGHT VERY WELL »

Mirko couldn't help but heed the Voice, inhaling more deeply. The penetrating scent flooded her neurons with pleasure, overwhelming her other senses while her sense of smell became more sensitive. For a few moments, she thought the stench must be disgusting, but it disappeared when she inhaled the aroma again.

«Mmm… it’s delicious… shit. How can something smell so good? Ooh… my head feels so light… and… and my pussy… it’s so… so…»

«HORNY, RIGHT? YOU CAN’T HELP FEELING LIKE THAT IN THE PRESENCE OF YOUR MAN… COME ON, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO»

«Yessss… I have to do it.»

Guided by her instincts, her right hand moved down to her crotch to calm her ardor.

Note: For now I will leave it here to continue with other stories. At some point I will return.