When Mrs. Gouda finally waddled back toward the laundry, humming like nothing was wrong, I forced myself to keep a straight face. My cock was aching, my head swimming with images, but I shoved my hands in my pockets and said lightly, "I'll head home then."
She just nodded, distracted, muttering about stains and chores as she disappeared inside.
The second I turned my back, the HUD flickered again. My curiosity burned hotter than the sun, and I whispered the command. "Replay."
The world rippled, and there it was again—the fat, sweat-glossed body of Mrs. Gouda, bent over, her tits dangling like ripe fruit as Kaminari, the wrinkled old bastard from next door, rammed her from behind. His bony fingers dug into her waist, her rolls spilling between his knuckles as he drove in over and over, her sloppy cunt clapping with every thrust.
Her moans echoed in my skull, louder than any fantasy I'd had back on Earth. She wasn't holding back, not even a little. She was begging him to fuck her deeper, clawing at the sheets, her ass bouncing like a drum. Kaminari's sagging balls slapped against her, his old muscles straining, his face twisted in desperation as he pumped her like she was the last woman on earth.
I walked slowly, pretending like I was just strolling through the neighborhood, but in my head it was chaos. The replay kept looping—the moment Kaminari grunted and spilled his cum inside her, her whole body shaking as she wrapped her chubby legs around him, moaning like she was starving for it.
Why him? Why that wrinkly old man? The thought burned, twisted. I could feel my cock straining against my shorts, but I didn't touch it. Not here. Not now. I let the hunger boil. Let it feed me.
By the time I reached the corner, I was grinning to myself. One day soon, it wouldn't be Kaminari's wrinkled cock inside her. It would be mine. And when that happened, the HUD wouldn't just replay her getting fucked—it would be me burned into her history.
The houses blurred past as I kept walking, my mind still caught between reality and replay, until I found myself standing outside Suneo's gate. That annoying little prick always had his nose in the air, flashing toys and money, acting like he was untouchable. Not today.
I shoved the gate open and walked in without knocking.
Suneo was lounging on a chair like he owned the whole damn street, flipping through a magazine, smirking to himself. When he saw me, his face twisted. "Huh? What are you doing here, Nobita?"
I leaned on the railing, smirk tugging at my lips. "I came to see if my rich little friend would spare me some pocket money."
He scoffed, snapping the magazine shut. "What, begging again? Go bother someone else. I'm not wasting money on a loser like you."
I tilted my head, replaying Mrs. Gouda's moans in my mind as I studied him. My grin widened. "You sure you want to talk to me like that? 'Cause if I go knock on Gian's door and tell him you've been running your mouth, you know exactly how that'll end."
Suneo stiffened, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, right. Gian will beat you before he ever touches me."
I stepped closer, letting my voice drop low, heavy. "You think so? Or do you think Gian would be more interested in finding out which perverted little asshole's been sneaking into his house and jerking off into his mom's panties?"
The color drained from his face instantly. His jaw opened, but no words came out, just a squeak.
"Yeah," I whispered, leaning in. "I saw you. Saw you rubbing your tiny little dick into her underwear, saw you cum all over her clothes. And you know what's funny? She thinks it's just stains. She's so damn clueless. But Gian? If he knew…"
Suneo was shaking now, his smug little act shattered. His hands gripped his knees, knuckles white. "Y-You wouldn't… you wouldn't tell him…"
I chuckled, dark and low. "Oh, I would. Unless, of course, you make it worth my while. Money. Favors. Whatever I want. Otherwise, Gian's going to be mopping you off the pavement when he hears what his best friend's been doing to his mom's laundry."
Suneo swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his temple. He looked like a cornered rat, and I loved every second of it.
I straightened up, smirking down at him, the replay of Mrs. Gouda still hot in the back of my mind. First, I'd bleed Suneo dry. Then… it would be Mrs. Gouda's turn.