Yes, he enters Kylie’s home

I fully expect her to deny my silly request, as if I were in her shoes I’d immediately deny any nude weirdo asking for some sugar, but surprisingly enough, she doesn’t!

“S-Sure, I can get you some…” Kylie said, turning around abruptly as she walks back inside her home. “You wanna come inside for a little bit? I don’t want you getting in trouble with the neighbors around here.”

I hesitate to answer, as accepting such a sudden invite would only make this torturous situation longer for me to endure. But on the other hand, I’d rather die than stand out here for other neighbors to see. Besides, in my position I don’t really have many options.

I agree and follow her inside her home, with the pervy spirit floating closely behind. The cool tile beneath my bare feet is a painful reminder of my lack of clothes, but it’s better than standing on concrete. The interior looks inoffensively modern, like every suburban house you’d see for sale for half a million.

“Oh, I just remembered!” Kylie turns around to face me, her eyes dart down to my cock for a split second before bouncing back to my face. “I gotta switch out my laundry, give me a couple minutes, sorry!”

“Oh, okay.” I then watch Kylie leave down the hallway to my left. Embarrassingly enough, my own eyes wander down to her ass as she walks away. The way her hips sway with each step has me in a trance, like she’s some kind of runway model.

“I knew you were an ass man, Sir Jerry~” Elizabeth chimes in, floating down to my exposed penis. “Hate to see them go, but love to watch them leave, is it?”

“Shut up! A-and stop staring, will you!” I cover my junk, but my erection makes this difficult.

“But staring is the best part, darling. Don’t pretend you’re not into this too~”

I want to disagree, but dammit she’s kinda right. Standing in a strangers house in nothing but my birthday suit feels oddly exhilarating, like I had just ran a mile. I feel my cock twitch beneath my palm after even the subtlest of touches. Not only that, but my neighbor is honestly really cute, sexy even. It’s a shame this is going to be her first impression of me.

“You know, you could kill two fledglings with one stone if you masturbated right now? Topping your mana off while doing one of my quests could be a smart move!” Elizabeth suggests with a sultry voice.

“Hell no!” I exclaim. “I’m not gonna beat it in someone else’s home!”

“But why not? I’d be really sexy, Sir Jerry.”

“I don’t care!” I exclaim loudly.

“Is everything alright?” Kylie yells from the other side of the house.

“Y-Yes, I’m alright!” I yell back.

I feel lightheaded, damn near close to passing out in shame in a strange woman’s home. Feeling my cock throbbing against my palms is irritatingly alluring as I struggle to not touch jerk off and further embarrass myself. Elizabeth’s goading and my strangely heightened libido isn’t making it easy. I step backwards, leaning up against a wall to calm myself down, but I’m reminded of my cat tail as it touches the wall behind me.

“Eek!” I blurt out in shock, still unused to having a tail. “I can’t have her see this!” I hold part of my tail out towards Elizabeth’s floating spirit, who seems to be more focused on my hard on then actually helping me.

“What do you want me to do? You have my spell book.” She says dismissively.

“Please! Being naked one’s thing, but how am I gonna explain having a working cat tail to her!”

“You could always cast the spell yourself…” She says, eyeing my exposed junk.

“No!” I whisper yell to her, immediately covering my cock and balls with a glowing hue of red across my face.

“You sure you’re okay?” Kylie suddenly enters the room, looking both concerned and perplexed by my admittedly strange behavior. Immediately, I uncover my crotch and hide my tail up against the wall.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good!” I lie with a nervous smile, hoping she didn’t hear me talking about my tail.

“Who were you talking to?” She asks, literally and figuratively cornering me in with my lies. High on adrenaline and humiliating shame, I quickly come up with another lie.

“I’m an actor!”

“An actor?” She questions.

“Yes! I was reciting my lines for a theater show.” I dig myself further into the lie.

“Really?” She asks with a curious glow in her eyes.

“Yep! Totally!”

“I love theater! That was my thing back in high school!” Kylie exclaims with an innocent joy in her voice.

I feel bad, lying to such a pretty girl’s face, but in the situation I’m in all I can do is lie, as telling the truth is far more embarrassing.

“Oh, the sugar!” Kylie suddenly remembers. “Here, follow me!” She then guides me through her house and into the kitchen.