How about… improvisation!

Standing stark naked with your bare feet on the cool bathroom tiles, you are frantically running through options in your head for how to handle your roommate.

Alas, it seems you simply don’t have time to hide the evidence of what you were just doing…

Your wrecked anus, slathered in white medicinal ointment, is all too noticeable…

Oh… that poor, gaping hole throbs painfully with every passing moment.

With every step…

Clearly, even an outsider could tell just by your gait that something is wrong…

"Billy! We need to have a serious talk! You can't keep treating college like it's a joke!" - Peter’s voice sounds demanding.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What am I supposed to do?! I can't exactly admit that I skipped class, went to a party with a guy I barely knew, got drunk, and had three bastards pounding my ass with their huge cocks!" - the thoughts race through your mind.

You try not to dwell on the fact that this lewd gangbang brought you to multiple sissygasms…

Shuddering slightly and relying on your ability to improvise in a tight spot, you simply open the door.

A couple of steps forward…

You wince slightly at the lingering, slow-fading ache in your rear.

A naked young male student walking with the gait of a seasoned anal whore…

From an outsider's perspective, it might be funny - but you certainly aren't laughing.

Peter greets you with a judgmental stare. And the reason for this, of course, isn't your nakedness (you’ve both seen each other naked plenty of times; there have been far more… kinky moments between you).

"I spoke to some professors and found out you’re skipping important lectures again! It’s simply unacceptable! It undermines our joint efforts! I mean…" - your roommate begins an angry, accusatory tirade.

"I… I can explain everything…" - you stammer.

"Really? I highly doubt that! What possible valid reason could there be for this? Did you feel like playing an MMORPG?" - Peter asks sarcastically.

Instead of answering, you turn your back to him and bend over slightly, using your hands to gently spread your plump buttocks.

"Gosh…" - your roommate is clearly shocked by what he sees.

An inflamed, loose hole, coated in white ointment…

"I… I went to the doctor… I had to… During the consultation, the doctor prescribed some medication… So I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up everything I needed…" - you say, gradually finding the inspiration for a plausible lie.

"Health issues… But why?!" - Peter says in shock.

"I think you can figure that out for yourself…" - you hint.

"A dildo…" your roommate says aloud.

"Yeah... the reason for what happened is... dildo's playing... Luckily, I’ve managed to avoid any serious trouble so far... But the doctor said I need to use enemas regularly and apply a medicated ointment to my anus... It’s a necessary precaution..." - you say, too ashamed to look Peter in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Billy... I get it now..." - he says, stunned as he processes your words.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems he believed you...

For the rest of the evening, Peter is caring and understanding, trying not to burden you with any issues.

He clearly feels guilty for having accused you without considering the "valid" reasons for your situation.

Do you feel guilty about lying to your friend yet again?

A little...

It’s certainly not the first lie you’ve told...

Perhaps your character is gradually changing - and not for the better.

Then again, you don't dwell on it.

For now, everything is going fine.

Peter even hosted today's stream without you, saying you needed the rest.

Your roommate endured the chat's mockery all on his own. He performed - all on his own - the degrading tasks demanded by perverted donators...

Yet another "online session of applying slutty makeup"...

Publicly sucking on a large black dildo...

Kneeling and reciting self-deprecating phrases at the behest of sex-crazed stream viewers...

Peter did all of this by himself...

Meanwhile, you were just sitting in the kitchen, playing your favorite smartphone games...

After doing a bit of studying and preparing for tomorrow's lectures, you both got ready for bed.

Lying in bed, you positioned your plump bottom closer to the edge so that the blanket fabric wouldn't rub off the white ointment meant to be absorbed by the walls of your stretched anal hole.

You fell asleep in that very position - lying on your side...

Did a peaceful sleep, free of absurd nightmares, await you?

Alas, the answer is "no"...