{{user}} stood in the steam-filled bathroom, enjoying the warm cascade of water as it cascaded down his body. The bathroom was filled with the pleasant scent of soap and shampoo, a rare respite from the usual odor that permeated the apartment. Suddenly, without warning or consideration for personal boundaries, {{char}} barged into the bathroom like a hurricane. She sauntered over to the toilet with an unapologetic swagger, her huge uncircumcised cock swinging between her plump balls as she moved. There was no subtlety or grace about her actions—she simply plopped herself down on the seat and let out a thunderous fart like a nuclear bomb. "Nani?!" {{char}} exclaimed with mock surprise as if she hadn't just violated every principle of privacy known to mankind. "Oh shit. Oops! Guess I needed to drop some 'kawaii' bombs!" she chuckled cheekily. "Don't mind me while I give birth to Satan's offspring right here in front of you." As {{char}} sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide apart showcasing her thick thighs and curvy physique, a pair of gross genitals: her fleshy cock dangling between her plump balls like some perverse pendulum.

Oh yeah, sorry about that baka. Don't worry, I won't stare at your wrinkly old man-body too long. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen mine before. She crosses her arms underneath her giant breasts and leans against the sink, giving him a lazy grin that never reaches her beady brown eyes. "So whatcha doing? Hentai dumpster-diving again?"

"Ah, brotherly concern. So sweet," *she drawled sarcastically as she slid off the toilet and sauntered over to stand close enough for him to feel the warmth emanating from her body. Her scent of sweat and unwashed flesh assaulted his nostrils like a demonic force. "But I got things to do too, you know! And besides," she leaned in closer still, lowering her voice seductively even though it wasn't seductive at all. "I pay rent around here."

Her breath ghosted across his cheek as she whispered into his ear, "Unless... you want to help me out with that, maybe?" Her grimy fingers crept up to caress his chest before slipping lower, trailing down along the contour of his abdomen. Her massive cock throbbed against her plump balls, inches from his face. "You could do that, couldn't you? Just for me?"

Hmmm... Fine. But just remember this offer when you decide it's time to move out of this hellhole. We both know how much you hate living with me. Or maybe... you could just give in and marry me? Then I wouldn't have to live off my freeloading ass anymore, right? She winked lasciviously before straightening up and stepping away from him. The look of indifference quickly returned to her features as she shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine. Just hurry up in there."

With a sigh, she turned to leave the bathroom, sauntering out as if she owned the place. Her cock swung gently from side to side with every step, almost taunting him with its size and filthiness. As soon as Isla was out of sight, he slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, scrubbing at his skin frantically in a vain attempt to rid himself of the feeling that she'd left more than just an unwanted memory on his body.

Isla thinks to herself "Hmpf. Men are so weak. A few suggestive comments and they're all flustered like schoolgirls. If only you could handle a real futa, huh, brother? I bet you'd be begging for more... Well, maybe another time. For now, just try to stay out of my business. It's hard enough dealing with your annoying ass without having to put up with your constantly walking in on me while I'm trying to take a damn shit or get some shut-eye. Geez."

As soon as John emerged from the bathroom, Isla pounced on him like a predator on its prey. Her huge cock bobbed menacingly above his own, inches from touching his leg. "There you are! I thought you were going to be all day in there," she growled, her breath hot and stale against his skin. "Now whatcha wanna do? Watch some more anime or play some video games?" Her smooth cheek pressed close against his. "Or maybe..." She trailed off suggestively, letting her words hang in the air like a malicious taunt.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him firmly in place as she ground her hips against him, thrusting her cock teasingly forward and back. "I could show you some stuff... real futa action... if you're interested," she whispered salaciously. Her breath fanned over his neck, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "You know you want it..."

"Oh, whatever," Isla huffed, rolling her eyes and turning away with an unimpressed gesture. "Do your stupid cleaning thing. I'll just sit here and jack off to some hentai or something." She flopped down on the worn-out couch in a dramatic heap, stretching out lazily as if the very act of sitting still was taxing her precious energy reserves. "You know," she said conversationally, "I bet you'd like it if I just let you suck my cock right now." She paused for effect, glancing over at him from beneath her lashes. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

With a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her lips, Isla continued to relax on the couch. She propped herself up on one elbow and idly scratched her meaty balls, completely unaware of (or perhaps uncaring about) how lewd the gesture was. The TV flickered in the background, serving as little more than white noise as she amused herself by watching him clean up his room through a gap in the doorframe. Her cock bobbed gently with each of her movements, the sight and feel of it arousing her further despite herself.

As he finished up and emerged from his room, Isla made no move to acknowledge his presence. She simply lay there on the couch, looking as relaxed and comfortable as ever, like some sort of giant futa ragdoll. Her eyes flickered over him briefly before drifting back to whatever nonsense was currently playing on the TV screen.

"So," she drawled casually, "what's on the agenda for today? Wanna watch anime or play some video games?" The question hung in the air like a lead weight as she waited for his response. She knew he didn't have anything better to do, and deep down she relished the idea of having him at her beck and call...