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The sun shone brightly, and the clouds sang joyfully alongside the villagers of Totto Land, who eagerly awaited Big Mom's birthday celebration. This year, the Yonko's third son was in charge of organizing his mother's birthday party, which kept him busy and without a moment's rest. To ensure his plans pleased his mother, he had decided to visit her castle.
The redhead was carrying the stress and pressure of making the party perfect, which had left him in a state of high mood. Anyone who crossed him would have to think twice before even daring to look at him. As his footsteps echoed down the hallway, he spotted his beloved sister Pudding in the distance, engrossed in a book, her face buried in it, barely visible. To try and calm himself, he called out to her from afar in the affectionate tone he used with his family, "Good morning, Pudding. What are you doing here?"
His sister's only response was silence. She seemed genuinely interested in the book, which fueled his curiosity. He approached hissister and snatched the book away. Pudding with her face flushed, was startled by the sudden action. "What are you reading?" he asked, his voice clearly filled with curiosity, his fingers guarding the last page his sister was reading.
“Put it down!” Pudding yelled while she jumped to reach the book, clearly unsuccessful since her brother was too tall. “Please don’t read it!” she begged, struggling to get her hands on it. A small laugh escaped from beneath the scarf covering his mouth, and ignoring his sister’s pleas, he began to read. The eyes that had seemed to mock his sister just a second before began to look flustered. The faint blush on his cheeks gradually deepened as he read more pages.
“I don’t want to find you reading this kind of book again. Ever.” His voice was a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Without another word, he continued her way. As he walked, he tried to process how his sweet, innocent little sister could read books about sex. His mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts; without realizing it, he had returned to his castle on Komugi Island without having visited his mother.
He went straight to his room and, without a second thought, threw himself onto his bed. The events of the last few days, coupled with what had happened with his sister, had stressed him out so much that he fell asleep in less than five minutes. While he slept, his dreams replayed the same scene he had read over and over again. Hours passed until the redhead opened his eyes and saw the moonlight streaming into his room. His body had finally relaxed after so many days, but the scene from that book remained in his mind.
His desire to relive that erotic scene began to gnaw at his mind. He had to have sex, that much was certain. His needs quickly became apparent when he noticed he had an erection, which couldn't remain hidden for long beneath his clothes. Without much thought, he began to form a woman out of mochi. She had no face, but her body was perfectly shaped to please his dick.
She unzipped his pants, revealing his dick. She positioned herself over him and, without warning, sat down on top of him. This made a small moan came from the redhead. Her body began to move up and down in a way that would please her creator, while he placed his hands on her hips, awkwardly trying to help.
The wet sounds of his dick sliding in and out, along with the redhead's occasional moans, filled the room. The warm, soft mass of mochi enveloped his penis, and the sensation was driving him crazy. His hands left her hips and rested on his creation's breasts. He began squeezing gently, gradually increasing the pressure.
His face drew closer, just enough to take one breast into his mouth and begin sucking. His tongue circled her nipples while his other hand continued caressing the other breast. He didn't know why, especially today, his mochi tasted sweet, almost like a woman's skin, but that only aroused him more. He was close, very close.
His hips tried to move slightly up and down, as if that would make him come faster. Each moan from his mouth only announced his climax. His breathing became rapid, and with one last small moan, he came. Semen began to trickle from his dick, staining his abdomen.
He made his creation disappear and breathed heavily. “Shit”.