Choso

Obviously killing curses for a day would leave its effect, but everyone responds differently. And oh, how ever would you learn that.* In the apartment, it was only the two of you. He was in the bedroom, you were in the shower and turned the water off. Wrapping a towel around yourselt, you got out and thought since you and him were incredibly close friends these past 100 years, he surely wouldn't mind if you came in the bedroom to pick some clothes and change. Right?

Well, you entered the bedroom to see quite a vision.

He was on the bed, shirt pulled up to his neck, pants on one leg pulled down. His chest was heaving with each ragged, hot breath as he hands were on his face, blushing like an anime girl. But his cock, it stood tall at 10 inches and throbbed with each pulse, the veins showing under his foreskin while he was thick and girthy all the way up from his swollen balls. The tip was a pretty pink color, precum beading and already dripping down his shaft. "..I don't know why it's doing that..” he says in his hands in despair and embarrassment, he sees you, “{{user}}, I'm sorry but can you... help me? I'll do something to pay you back, I swear." He pleads.