Trying to catch your breath after running, you realize what happened.

Breathing heavily, you stop in the middle of a busy street near the city center.

Streams of hurrying people scurry along the sidewalk in all directions...

Passersby are mostly indifferent and barely notice you.

Only a few of them "grace" you with a disdainful glance...

A stream of cars rushes along the road...

Leaning your left hand on a lamppost, you shiver in the cool breeze...

"Damn! What the hell?! I almost got killed?! And I was **** by that disgusting hobo! How is this even possible?! Why?! Why did all this shit happen to me?!" - panicked thoughts in your head are imbued with emotion and have little rational content.

This taste...

This stunningly disgusting, vile taste...

Cum of Gruff Mike.

It seems like this taste will linger in your mouth for a long time... a very long time...

However, the traces in your mind will be even more painful and lasting...

Your hands nervously search the pockets of your dirty breeches...

And you find something!

The very smartphone that brought you into that dangerous, seedy part of town.

Your broken smartphone.

Ironically, you, under **** stress, completely forgot about it when the hobo mugger threatened you with a gun and demanded you hand over everything valuable.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you hold the smartphone...

Suddenly, you feel a strong push on your back!

"Get out of the way, idiot!" - an unfamiliar voice from a passerby sounds from behind you.

You stumble awkwardly and, hitting your knees painfully, fall to the sidewalk. At that very moment, you lose your smartphone…

Your gaze follows it as it plummets to the sidewalk, then flies off into the road from the kick of yet another passerby.

The rumble of a truck passing by…

The smartphone falls onto the road right in front of the truck’s wheels…

As a result… all that remains of your smartphone are useless fragments.

Involuntarily, feeling the weight of grief in your heart, you begin to sob bitterly…

And the numerous passersby, hurrying about their business, don’t care at all…

After about five minutes of crying, you regain some of your ability to reason and plan your next steps.

You slowly begin to walk down the street toward the college building…

“Now… I’ll have to buy a new smartphone somehow… It’ll cost a lot of money… I’ll have to ask Peter for help… But how will I explain everything that happened to him?! Tell him the truth? "The truth that some stinking hobo robbed me and fucked me in the mouth... Peter will definitely suggest going to the police..." - you think.

You're terrified of going to the police.

After all, that means making the incident public.

First, tell Peter the truth, then tell the police, then inevitably, everyone at college will find out...

Billy the Cocksucker...

You're already being bullied by some bullies, but if what happened goes public, things will get much worse...

And that doesn't guarantee any compensation for your losses.

Most likely, this hobo will now show up at some store to spend your money on a large quantity of cheap booze. Or he'll spend the loot on ****.

One way or another, by the time the police find him, he'll no longer have your money.

And a prison sentence doesn't seem like a serious matter for this hobo. He'd probably even be happy to live in jail and eat the food there, instead of living on the streets and freezing at night.

One more nuance to the situation: in addition to the money, Gruff Mike took your bag of laundry.

There were quite a few items of your clothing there...

Not just those lacy, light pink women's panties...

This isn't the most pressing issue, but you'll have to think about it soon.

And finally, the question of today's visit to college...

You're feeling so intensely stressed and frustrated right now that you can't find the strength to go to lectures...

So, after a half-hour walk, you enter the student dorm building and return to your room.

The door creaks, the lock slams shut...

So, you're alone in your room again.

The first thing you do is run into the bathroom and thoroughly brush your teeth!

You use up a lot of toothpaste and rinse your mouth thoroughly...

Alas, even after that, the taste of cum doesn't completely disappear from your mouth...

You have to take off your dirty breeches and try to thoroughly wash them in the bathroom.

You're not very good at it....

Then, walking around the room in a black thong, you grab some fruit from the fridge to eat.

The need for at least some positive emotions forces you to use your roommate's laptop again...

You spend many hours occupied with your favorite pastime – playing computer games.

"Ugh... Why can't I transport myself to a fantasy world like this, where I'm a strong protagonist, and not a pathetic loser like in real life?!" - you think dejectedly.

It seems this form of escapism has become even more appealing to you due to recent traumatic events...

However, you try to keep track of time so that by the time Peter returns from college, you'll have cleared away all the "evidence"...

By the way, during these hours, in addition to computer games, you can't resist browsing online porn comics again.

The combination of themes – "sissy" and "cuckold"...

You feel like a dirty and depraved pervert, but for some reason you can't shake the feeling that the images you've seen are extremely... horny...

Time flies...

Evening is approaching...

Soon, you hear the creak of a door...