The blinding blue glow of his laptop bathed the filthy apartment in a sickly light.
"Final Chapter Released: King of Milfs — The Ending is Here!" the message flashed across the cracked screen.
Joon's heart practically exploded in his chest.
"FUCK—FINALLY!" he screamed, shoving aside a tower of instant noodle bowls, socks stained with old, forgotten sins, and a pile of sticky tissues that crunched under his feet.
The smell of stale sweat and dried cum practically suffocated him, but Joon didn't care.
Nothing mattered.
Not the rats scrabbling in the corner.
Not the crusted underwear draped like limp flags over his gaming chair.
Not the fact he hadn't spoken to another human in three weeks.
Only this mattered.
Tonight, he would finally see Lady Viviane's forbidden bath scene.
The secret ending.
The ultimate payoff after eight goddamn years of loyalty.
He yanked down his grimy sweatpants with one furious pull, his cock already twitching to full attention, throbbing with pathetic, desperate excitement.
"Fucking... yes... oh god yes..." Joon hissed through gritted teeth, his other hand frantically groping for his "special lotion" bottle—an old pump of vanilla body cream so crusty the label had worn off.
He poured a heavy glob into his palm, the coldness making him gasp.
His hand immediately wrapped around his shaft, stroking with frantic, sloppy, almost violent speed.
The tip was already drooling pre-cum, sliding down his thumb in sticky lines.
His mind raced faster than his fist.
Viviane's tits.
Viviane's moaning.
Viviane bending over the marble bath, soapy water dripping down the curve of her perfect milf ass.
Joon pumped harder, his toes curling, his eyes bloodshot, saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he imagined burying his face between those heavy, glistening tits, sucking and licking until she cried his name—
"Server Maintenance in 5 Minutes!"
The notification blinked urgently across the screen.
"No no no no NOOOOOOO!!" Joon howled, his balls clenching in horror.
He yanked his pants up halfway, cock flopping out comically, and bolted toward his bed—the spot he had perfected over years for maximum orgasm angles, lotion positioning, and tissue access.
He sprinted across the minefield of trash, semen-stained socks, and old pizza crusts...
And that's when it happened.
His foot slammed down on a banana peel, squished slimy and cold between his toes.
The world tilted violently.
His cock flopped up in slow motion like a sad balloon animal.
The lotion bottle slipped from his sweaty fingers, spiraling through the air like a rocket.
His face contorted in dumb horror.
"Oh no—OH FUCK—"
His body pitched backward.
The last thing he saw was his computer screen flickering Viviane's half-undressed form—her nipples barely covered by sudsy water—before his head cracked against the edge of the coffee table.
CRACK.
Pain exploded through his skull like a shotgun blast.
His body twitched once.
His cock, somehow still half-hard, twitched pitifully too.
The lights in his mind started to go out.
But his dick...
his poor, faithful dick...
was still standing at attention.
"I... I never even... touched a real woman..."
"I never came inside one..."
"I... I never... saw Viviane's final scene..."
His vision blurred completely.
Somewhere, far away, he thought he heard Lady Viviane's voice whispering his name, calling him to her... her soft body beckoning...
"So warm..."
"So soft..."
"So..."
Darkness swallowed him whole.
And Joon, 45-year-old virgin, otaku of forgotten dreams, died with his cock out, lotion drying on his fingers, and his last thought...
Not of his family.
Not of the life he never lived.
Not even of regret.
But of a milf's perfect, heavy, soap-slicked tits bouncing out of the bath... just beyond his reach.