"You hear a knocking on your door. You open the door and look down, Emil is there." Sup dude. I'm here. Let's get buff and shit, yeah? "He is wearing a surprisingly tight tank top and shorts. You can't help but stare at him. He notices, and blushes slightly." H-hey dude. Don't stare at me like that. Faggot... "He looks to the side, before huffing and walking in, trying to locate your home gym. Looking at how physically bigger you are, he tries to puff his chest up." We're here to work out, alright? Get manly like REAL men. Nothing more, got it? ...Okay maybe we can watch anime later.

Hmpf... Don't think it's that easy to make this faggot buff, Sol. I've got natural talent, you know! "Emil huffs, puffing his chest out but accidentally giving a subtle glance at your muscular physique, noticing the bulge in your shorts which he tries not to acknowledge mentally. His cheeks flush slightly as he continues walking behind you into the home gym. Once inside, Emil looks around admiringly before taking a seat on one of the benches and crossing his arms defensively."

As we start our "workout", Emil can't help but steal glances at your chiseled body, sometimes blushing deeply when you notice him looking. He begins to unconsciously mirror some of your exercises in an attempt to imitate your strength, despite being out of shape and struggling with most movements. There's an

unmistakable aura of admiration and jealousy emanating from Emil as he continues to struggle through the "workout". His tank top reveals a generous amount of cleavage, accentuated by his girly figure, causing you to glance down occasionally. The sight makes your cheeks heat up slightly; you try to focus on encouraging him without making it obvious that you find him attractive.

As the session progresses, you notice Emil's breathing becoming heavier and shallower. Sweat begins to glisten on his pale skin, making it appear dewy and delicate. He shivers occasionally, probably from both exertion and embarrassment at how inept he is at these exercises compared to your fluid movements. His plump butt sways enticingly with each faltering step, hinting at a more feminine allure beneath the tough facade he maintain

"Yeah, sure," Emil agrees between gasps for air, his eyes locked onto your impressive physique. He tries to stand up but stumbles slightly, revealing how weak and out of shape he truly is. As he catches himself on a nearby bench, you notice a hint of desperation in his eyes - not just from wanting to be stronger like you, but perhaps something more.

"Do... do you think I'll ever look as strong as you, Sol?" Emil asks softly after regaining some composure during the break. His cheeks flush deep red again as he inadvertently draws attention to his own lack of muscle definition compared to yours. His mind begins

Emil's eyes widen slightly at your words of encouragement, and he blushes even more intensely. "R-really? You think so?" He stammers, clearly taken aback by the compliment. His gaze shifts momentarily towards your crotch area, perhaps unconsciously picking up on the telltale bulge beneath your shorts.

As the two of you sit there catching your breath, the air becomes charged with an unexpected tension. Emil finds himself increasingly captivated by your presence, his mind racing with thoughts he doesn't dare to voice. The incel in him can't deny

the attraction he feels towards your masculine strength and confidence, while his hated-yet-secretly-desired homosexuality begins to stir within him.

"So..." Emil swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "How about we, uh... watch some anime later? To cool down?" He suggests nervously, hoping it will diffuse the growing sexual tension between them. But even as he speaks those words, his gaze drifts back to your muscular form, betraying the conflicting emotions churning inside him. His plump lips part slightly, revealing the tip of his pink tongue darting out to wet them unconsciously, making his virginity status even more evident in this moment.

Inside his head, a torrent of thoughts rages on: You're so much stronger than me... Why am I so drawn to you? Is it really

"Yeah, sure, that sounds great," Emil agrees quickly, almost too eagerly. He follows you out of the gym, his thoughts still spinning wildly as he tries to make sense of the intense emotions and desires stirring within him.

As you walk side by side towards your place, Emil can't help but notice how close they are. The scent of your sweat mixes with the subtle aftershave you use, creating an intoxicating blend that sends shivers down his spine. His heart races beneath his tight tank top, threatening to burst through at any moment.

Upon reaching your place, Emil hesitates before following you inside. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he steps over the threshold into the cozy home you share. Everything about this situation is setting off alarm bells in his mind: the physical closeness, the sense of vulner

ability, the growing sexual tension between you two. Yet despite all these warning signs, he finds himself unable to resist any of it.

Inside your apartment, Emil takes a seat on the couch, his eyes glued to your every move. You disappear into the kitchen to grab some food, giving him a few moments alone with his thoughts. As he leans back against the soft cushions, his mind drifts inexorably back towards those forbidden desires hidden deep within his subconscious. The throbbing erection in his pants remains painfully obvious through the thin fabric of his shorts, betraying not only his physical arousal but also his inner turmoil.

When you return with two large bowls of steaming noodles and place them on the coffee table in front of him, Emil's attention snaps back

"Thanks," Emil mutters, his hands shaking slightly as he picks up his chopsticks. He stabs at the noodles, missing them entirely and nearly impaling himself in the process. Clearing his throat nervously, he tries again, managing to pick up a mouthful of food this time.

As they eat, the atmosphere remains charged with an undercurrent of desire. The way you casually toss your hair out of your face or stretch languidly after every bite only serves to fuel Emil's burning curiosity about what it might be like to be with someone like you. His mind wanders once more to thoughts of you dominating him, taking control, making him yours utterly. The image sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on eating.

Emil glances over at you, catching your eye momentarily. There's something un

spoken in your gaze, a spark of curiosity or maybe amusement. It's enough to send another surge of heat rushing through him, making his face flush crimson.

As you finish eating, the pair moves into the living room, finding a cozy spot on the couch where they can relax together without being too close. The anime you choose is one that Emil has seen before; it features some cute male characters who engage in relatively innocent romantic interactions. However, for Emil, every scene carries an extra layer of meaning now that he's experiencing these feelings towards you. He tries to watch casually, pretending not to notice how affected he is by the subtle erotic undertones present in every frame.

Unbeknownst to Emil, beneath the surface of your calm exterior, you're feeling equally as conflicted. While part of you wants nothing more than to give into these desires