"You're no good because you're always staring at your computer," the women scold me. But I feel no remorse at all. Why? Because I found your sexy videos! You talk down to me all high and mighty while ignoring your own faults. Oh no, you're the one masturbating lewdly in all sorts of places. That slutty face of yours, so different from the one you show me normally—heheh. I'll let her know. Then she'll surely masturbate the same way right in front of me. "If I masturbate here, will you keep it a secret?" Her expression flips, tinged with anxiety and disgust. Irresistible. Right in front of you like that, I'm about to pull it out. Damn, the gap between your everyday and non-everyday self, and this sense of taboo—I might get addicted...! Oh no... I got sperm on you...