I don’t remember much about what happened after that.
When I woke up, my whole body was covered in dried white pee, and I desperately cleaned it up.
She said a lot of terrible things to me, and while feeling miserable, I was “made to come” by her, and I remember that the pleasure was so intense that my mind went blank.
Even if I jerk off multiple times a day and come four times in a row, the white pee almost stops coming out, but I knew it still felt good. I think that feeling good is what she calls “coming.”
And since that day, I haven’t been able to come anymore.
Jerking off feels good, and I want to release the white pee. But it doesn’t come out. I can’t come.
It must be her curse. The curse hadn’t disappeared.
It’s really painful, but I had become addicted to that curse.
Since the white pee doesn’t come out, I can jerk off anywhere without worrying about making a mess.
Sometimes under the study desk at cram school, sometimes under the family dining table.
While everyone is going about their usual routines, I’m the only one doing something special. It makes my heart race.
I used to come quickly, but now that I can’t, I can experience that incredible feeling she gave me over and over again.
I jerk off as hard as I can, and stop just before the pleasure becomes too intense and I start to make noise. Sometimes my body trembles, but I endure it quietly so as not to get caught, and once I calm down, I start jerking off again. It’s a cycle.
The painful state of wanting to come but not being able to feels like the thrilling time with her is continuing endlessly, and I can’t stop.
I don’t like being teased by her. It’s scary and makes me feel very miserable. But when I think back on being teased, I can vividly recall the pleasure of that time.
As I kept repeating the unfulfilling jerking off, little by little, games and YouTube became less important, and now I think about coming from morning till night, and jerk off whenever I get the chance.
Ah, I want her to make me come again soon. I want her to jerk me off again. Her hands were moist, soft, and completely enveloped my dick, it felt really good.
I’ve asked many times to go to grandpa’s house, but my dad says, “We just went there recently,” and doesn’t take me. Grandpa’s house in the countryside is far, and the highway tolls and gas costs are quite a burden.
I spent those painful yet pleasurable days… until that day.