Your mom is waiting for you.

As you get closer and closer to your house you see your mom waiting outside for you, with a sad look on her face.

You can't bear to look her in the eyes.

She click her tongue and sighs.

"You should go wash up honey." she says, not meeting your eyes.

"Yeah." you quietly respond, voice still raspy from your earlier throat fucking.

You enter the house and head straight to the bathroom.

You lock the door behind you and start stripping off your clothes.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

The same mirror where you imagined yourself with the crown of the Champion King, except now, your ordain a crown of cum, dripping down your face, your clothes stained with jizz.

You didn't even make it past the first day, let alone even get out of town without being used like a worthless fuck toy, by Angus no less.

You can't stand the sight and quickly avert your gaze, avoiding the mirror.

Your run a hot bath, taking off your cum stained clothes. Small drops of cum drip from you has you bend over and step into the bath.

You sink into the tub and relax, letting the warm water wash away the cum.

After a few minutes, you start scrubbing yourself clean, trying to forget the events that transpired today.