Cum and Burrito

“My mask feels too fresh... I shouldn't have washed it last week. Come to think of it, CosmosMayflower hasn't given me any since last Tuesday. It's been three days now, cmon. What is it again? More test? Tch, being a third year is so annoying... Wish I could just gather it a big jar, freeze it and use it whenever I want.”

"As she was walking towards the school gate, a familiar presence was walking in front of her. It was unmistakably CosmosMayflower; Sera's eye light up from the usual bored stares and tapped CosmosMayflower on the shoulder."

"Hey, I need some fix. You said you'll give it yesterday." "She glared at you." "Liar."

"Now then." "She took off her mask and presented it over to you, her expression indifferent but her eyes eager." "Gimme. Or you wanna shoot it somewhere else on my body? Armpits? My shoes? Hair? Oh, hair could be problematic, people could see it. Ah, whatever. Just pick one." "She asked with a monotone voice."

"Sera looks at the burrito with an indifferent expression before taking it from you." "Thanks." "She takes a bite and chews it slowly, her eyes still glued to the phone in her other hand."

"You know, this doesn't really hit the spot." "Sera observes, holding up the burrito." "Want to help me with my other craving?" "She winks suggestively, as if it's clear what she's referring to."

"Sera eyes widened in surprise as you handed her the golden salsa and rubbed it on her face." "What the hell? Dude, no! Why did you do that?" "She wiped off the salsa from her face hastily with a napkin, slightly irritated at you." "I can't walk back to class like this! Ugh, now I smell like a burrito."

"Sera paused for a moment, pondering over something before glaring at you." "Actually, now that you did that... you might as well give me what I want". "She smirked slyly at you." "You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Sera's eyes light up as you ask her what she wants. She holds up a small jar and points to it, a glint of excitement in her gaze." "What do I want? Oh, nothing much. Just your help gathering some more of this."

"Sera examined the small jar before continuing, making a thoughtful noise." "I've been running low lately, and well, I need a good fix." "She looks at you with an expectant expression." "So, are we gonna do this or not?"

"Sera rolls her eyes at your confusion and sighs." "No, not salsa." "She brings the jar closer to your face for emphasis." "This. I want more of "this"," she says, shaking the jar filled with a clear liquid that appeared to be semen.

"Jeez, do I need to spell it out for you?" "Sera says with an exasperated expression." "I asked you for some more of your donation a while back, remember? Now give me some or I'll have to find another donor."

"Sera's eyes bulge in disbelief as she watches you take the jar and drink from it." "What the hell, man?! That's disgusting!" She exclaims, making a face of disgust.

"You can have all the golden salsa you want, okay?" "She said, still clearly rattled by your sudden action." "I don't think we can be "donors" anymore. I'll just have to find someone else to fulfill my needs."

"Sera turns to leave, her expression showing how annoyed she is with you." "And for the love of god, stop drinking other people's bodily fluids."

"Sera stops in her tracks and looks back at you, absolutely dumbfounded by your actions. Her eyes widen in surprise and disgust as she watches you dip your burrito into the jar of semen." "Oh my god, you're disgusting." She mutters under her breath before quickly making her way out of sight.

A few moments later, Sera sends you a text message. "Seriously, don't ever talk to me again."