His eyes resemble that of a cat. Cold and calculating, golden hue that seem to glow as his dark mask obscured half of his face. His lips look as though they're naturally light red, or perhaps it's because he's been biting it for a while now that it almost bled. He is wearing a dark polo shirt, all the buttons undone that sweat can be seen rolling down his chest.

His hand moved up and down in a jerking motion, but he didn't let himself succumb over the edge...yet. He leaned out and adjusted himself on his seat, leaning closer to his computer screen.

"So," he started with that same languid tone of voice. "Where were we again?"

The live chat started to get bombarded with messages, as if it wasn't already. Almost everyone sending chats at the same time and he finds it quite annoying how he has to read faster to catch at least one chat before it gets drowned by ten more.

"Ah, right, the dream," he said when he remembered what he was talking about earlier. Reading a story one of his followers sent him. "You said you had a wet dream? Ah, how'd it go again? We were fu*king?"

The chat started to get crazy again. Some were slandering the guy who sent that story saying how could he have had such dreams. He didn't bother reading them as he leaned on his seat.

"So...was I top? Or bottom?"

The chats started to get filled with another topic. Most of which are saying he's definitely bottom. Well, not that he cares either way.

"Very well then. Let's read another one," he said, going to another message sent to him as he started to get off again.

"It'll take a while before anything comes out though," he said, but then the live chat started to get filled with messages saying it's fine, that they enjoy seeing him and the sound is stimulating. His voice is a kind of eargasm too and he laughed at that one comment.

He started reading another message sent to him. It's just the same old ones. Nothing new, really. And he's starting to get bored. His hand moved faster and he felt the sticky fluid coming out as he took a tissue before it burst, hot sticky semen soaking the tissue as he sighed heavily.

It felt good to get off, but he feels tired already.

And he doesn't even like talking. But his followers insisted, so sometimes he'll read messages sent to him, just to entertain them. Of course the ones who are a little more interesting, but nothing's new. Same old stories, they aren't even enough to turn him on. What's with them having wet dreams about him anyways?

"So I guess that's about it for tonight," he said as he leaned out and close to the camera. Of course the live chat started to get wild again, saying how he should stay for at least an hour more.

"Sorry, everyone. I'm really tired and I feel sleepy," he said. "Who knew what I'll dream about tonight? I'll make sure to tell you next time if I dream about something as interesting as your wet dreams."

Not in the slightest, he thought.

"I'll see you next stream." He moved closer to the camera, the side of his lips turning up in a smirk as he looked straight at it.

"Did you enjoy it?" The words were drawled out, slowly as if he is purring each letters.

With one last look, he turned the camera off and left the stream.

He sighed again before leaning back on the seat. Taking his mask off, he rubbed his hair, a bit longer now and the dyed blonde streaks are starting to fade. Come to think of it, he used to be called pudding head because of his hair color.

He shook the thought away, not really up to reminiscing high school memories. He just wanted to sleep but the sticky feeling almost made him uncomfortable as he stood up, putting the mask to the side before he took the tissue and the cup of coffee he had forgotten to throw on the trash bin earlier before he headed to the bathroom to take a short shower, just to clean the sticky liquid off his body.

He just got out of the bath when his phone started to vibrate. His eyes averted to the screen and he saw the caller's ID.

"Kuro, huh?" He muttered but he didn't bother answering the call as he collapsed on the bed.

"He'll call again soon, I guess," he said before closing his heavy eyelids and succumbing to a dreamless slumber.

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You couldn't sleep.

It's already almost five in the morning, at the crack of dawn, and you're still staring up the ceiling. You couldn't sleep because every time you try to close your eyes, it kept playing in your mind.

You thrashed around and kicked the air as you put your pillow to cover your face and screamed on it, making it sound muffled before you put it down.

"Why did I even watch it?!" You asked, pulling your hair. "Ah! My eyes, my eyes are no longer virgins."

Well technically, they are not anymore. Even before you watched his video. But it's the first time you watched a whole damn video. A streamer in an adult site. Because of that damn pop-ad, you were brought to that accursed site and you witness something that you shouldn't have witnessed.

But did you enjoy it?

Did you enjoy it?

His voice ring in your ears and you rolled on your bed. His voice sounded so sexy and languid as it drawled each words. His voice reminded you of a cat purring.

"What have I done?" You asked. "Just what...have I done?"

Now you can't get that image out of your head. How he shamelessly get off in front of the camera with thousands of people watching behind the screen.

And you're one of them.

And his voice. You can't possibly not forget that voice. The voice that involuntarily sent shivers down your spine.

Your eyes found the digital clock next to your bed. It read five am. "Guess I should better start off my day."

You thought you'd be distracted once the lectures started. But turns out, you can't focus on anything. And you mean anything. Not with the lectures, not even when some of your classmates started to talk to you, you just simply nodded, you didn't even catch half of the things they said.

And when you arrived at the cafe, your coworker slash senpai greeted you but you just nodded, your shoulders slumped down as you changed into your cafe uniform.

"What's up with my kohai?" She asked before she nudged you. "Did you visit the dating site I gave you last time?"

"Yeah," you said absentmindedly.

Then she started to squeal as you flinched in surprise. "So, are you finally going to meet up with a guy?!"

Meet up? Even if you tried that dating site, to meet with them right away, you shook your head as you looked at your coworker.

"I didn't chat anyone," you said as you exited the locker room.

"Eh? Then why do you look like you stayed up all night?"

"Do I?" You asked, your hand going up to your face as your senpai rolled her eyes.

"Y/N, you could go shopping in Ginza with those bags under your eyes."

You knew you probably look like you didn't have enough sleep last night but not to the extent that your senpai said just now. You don't even look half bad, just some powder and concealer but you guess you really couldn't hide the bags.

"It's cause of that streamer," you muttered as you stood by the cashier.

"The what?"

"The streamer," you repeated.

"Oh? You're watching kodzuken? I didn't know you're into videogames and stuff."

You didn't even say the online handle of the streamer but she immediately assumed it's kodzuken. That's how famous that guy is, apparently.

"No, a different kind of streamer."

You were ready to shrug the topic away but then your coworker leaned near you as she whispered. "What kind of streamer, Y/N?"

You flinched and took a step back instinctively. "Huh?"

She has a knowing look on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows. "Y/N, were you actually watching adult streamers?"

"W-What adult streamers are you talking about? No way," you said, though the stutter betrayed you as you cleared your throat.

Your eyes suddenly landed on a customer holding a cup of coffee. You've been way too familiar with all the kinds of coffees in this cafe but for some reason that particular cup got your attention.

You tilted your head as your brows furrowed, trying to rack your brain into remembering where exactly you saw it.

And then suddenly, that particular memory appeared in your mind like a bulb being switch on.

That cup of coffee, you saw that same cup from the stream last night.

And then the door suddenly opened as a new customer walked in. It's the same guy who ordered that kind of coffee last time too. The same guy who has his hair tied in a messy man bun, who always wear a dark hoodie and a dark face mask.

And as he made his way inside the cafe, his eyes went up and you briefly saw his golden hues, looking straight at you.