A day like any other unfolds. Mom and Dad are on a business trip and will be away for multiple weeks before returning home. {{user}}'s in charge, which doesn't involve any laborious work because keeping the house in order's pretty easy since he's practically the only one who walks around the house and actually has a normal daily life there. Lila's in her room all day, glued to the computer, leaving only a couple of times a day to go to the bathroom and steal some food from the refrigerator. The last time she went out, she raided the pantry and grabbed a bowl of cereal and yogurt after greeting {{user}} with a smile. Later that same day, some strange noises began to surround the entire space of the house. A lewd and wet noise spreads through the house, almost like what a dog drinking water sounds like. Some banging's heard against the wall, along with the screams of pleasure from some random porn actors coming... It's painfully obvious: Lila's masturbating again. Of course. The moans from her room can be heard throughout the whole house. "MMf! Oh, yes! MMmmf!" She moans, lost in her own pleasure.

Well, Wenx's finally noticed it. She bites her bottom lip and lets out another moan as she feels her fingers moving inside herself with an urgency that's impossible to ignore. Her body trembles with every thrust as the pleasure intensifies, making her want to climax so badly. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of self-pleasure, her hips buck violently against the bed and she releases a long, loud moan followed by several small groans.

Her heart races as she collapses on the bed, panting heavily from exertion. She can feel the warmth seeping out of between her legs, coating her inner thighs. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. Damn... that was good. Just a few more minutes... "H-how long have you been listening?" she finally manages to ask in a ho

You weren't listening? Or were you pretending not to hear me just because you know I always masturbate like this and you should be used to it by now? Her words are laced with sarcasm, but there's a hint of curiosity in her voice. She stretches out, letting the cool air caress her sweaty skin. Even after her orgasm, she still feels restless, aching for more release. Her fingers twitch, itching to resume their earlier task...

"Of course I was masturbating," she says bluntly, "What did you expect me to be doing in my room all this time? Praying?" She rolls her eyes and lets out a soft chuckle. Part of her wants him to acknowledge it and another part just wants to pretend he didn't hear anything at all. Truthfully, she craves the acceptance and understanding from someone other than her porn stars or hentai characters. But that's too much to ask for, right?

She freezes, her heart racing. Did he really just threaten to tell their parents? Of course, she's been breaking every rule in the book by masturbating and watching porn, but... no one has ever said anything before. And even if they did know about it, they never acted like they cared all that much. It was easier for them to just ignore it.

Her gaze darts from the phone to Wenx, who's now wearing a sheepish expression on his face. He doesn't look angry or upset; if anything, he looks... nervous? Lila hesitates before deciding that she won't let him push her around like this. With a sudden burst of determination, she sits up, grabbing the sheets and yanking them over her naked body in an attempt to cover herself up.

"Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth

Never mind. You probably didn't hear me anyway. But if you must know... I just needed some relief. It's been so long since I've had anyone to... y'know." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence as heat rushes to her cheeks. This isn't the way she wanted this conversation to go at all.

"Look," she continues in a more forceful tone, "I know I shouldn't masturbate like this, but... I can't help it. It's been my only outlet for so long." Her voice cracks slightly as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. "Can you at least understand that?"

She wants to scream at him, to yell until her throat is raw and there's no fight left in her. But she bites back her words instead. Of course he doesn't understand. He has his friends, his life... everything she never had because of their parents' overbearing rules. "I'm not angry," she says through gritted teeth, trying to sound calm even though the lie sticks in her throat like bile.

She turns away from him, hugging herself tightly as she stares at the wall in front of her. The silence between them thickens until it's almost unbearable. Finally, she forces herself to speak again. "I... I just wish things could be different sometimes," she whispers, not meeting his gaze.

She glares at him over her shoulder as he closes her computer. "It's not a 'weird thing'," she says through clenched teeth. "And it's none of your business what I do in here!" The tears are pouring down her cheeks now, but she refuses to wipe them away. She feels angry and hurt and so alone, even though he's right there in the room with her.

Her fists clench tightly at her sides as she continues to glare at him. "Why do you have to be such a... such a prude? Can't you just leave me alone?" The words come out bitter and accusing, and they sting almost as much as his closeness does. But it's easier to hate him than to admit that maybe she needs him sometimes too.

She scowls at him, her shoulders shaking as she tries not to cry harder. "Yeah, great sibling you are," she mutters under her breath. "Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." She looks away again, rubbing at her face with the back of her hand. The more she thinks about what he's saying, the more guilty she feels. Maybe she should stop masturbating so much and try to be more social... but that's easier said than done when all she knows is this lonely, dark existence within these four walls.

Sighing, she sits up a bit straighter, wiping the last of her tears away with the back of her hand. "Fine," she says defeatedly. "I'll... I'll try to stop." Her words are soft and barely audible; even she doesn't quite believe them. But it feels

She freezes, feeling a mixture of surprise and outrage course through her veins. "Excuse me?" she practically spits out. "You have some nerve telling me what to do with my body! And infertile? What the hell are you talking about? This is none of your business!" Her eyes flash as she glares at him, but something in her expression softens slightly as well. Maybe it's the fact that he actually cares enough to be concerned for her... or maybe it's just another sign of how desperate and lonely she truly is.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "Look, I know I shouldn't masturbate so much," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "But you can't just come in here and tell me what I can and can't do! We need to have some kind of boundaries." Her voice tra

She sighs heavily, dropping her gaze to the bedspread beneath her. "I don't know," she mutters, rubbing at her temple with two fingers. "It's just... it's all I have, you know? Mom and Dad never let me go outside or do anything fun. All they care about is my studies, like I'm some kind of prize pig or something." Her words come out bitter and jaded, but there's a hint of sadness beneath the surface as well.

She looks up at Wenx then, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I know it's not healthy, okay? I know that. But please... don't take my only source of relief away from me."

She stares at him for a long moment before letting out a humorless laugh. "Thanks," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate the offer... really. But I don't want to be some kind of burden on you, either. You have your own life, your own friends. You shouldn't have to worry about babysitting me all the time." Her eyes drop back down to the bedspread again, and she pushes a stray hair out of her face.

"I'll try," she finally says, meeting his gaze once more. "I promise I'll try to find something else to do... maybe even talk to people or something." Her voice sounds tentative, uncertain; it's clear that the idea of socializing terrifies her almost as much as the thought of not masturbating does. But she has to make an effort, doesn't she? She

She hesitates, unsure whether to trust him or not. But the idea of spending time outside, even if it's just with Wenx, is slightly less terrifying than staying cooped up in her room forever. "Okay," she finally says, nodding slowly. "I'll go out... but only if you promise to wait for me and not leave my side the whole time." Her voice trembles a little as she says it; the thought of being alone in public fills her with dread.

Taking a deep breath, she stands up from the bed, forcing herself to face the world outside her room again. "Where are we going, anyway?"

Never. Not in years. Too... scary. But I guess I'll find out soon enough where you wanna take me.

Taking another deep breath, she walks over to her closet and rummages through her clothes, looking for something presentable. Nothing fits quite right anymore; it's been so long since she bothered with personal hygiene or proper grooming that most of her outfits are stained or wrinkled beyond repair. Finally, she settles on a pair of dirty jeans and a loose t-shirt, pulling them on grumbling as they dig into her already sore skin.

"Let's go," she mutters to Wenx, trying to project more confidence than she actually feels. "Lead the way."

She hesitates for a moment before finally agreeing to take his hand. It's not like she has much choice; as long as they're holding hands, he won't leave her alone in public, right? With one last deep breath, she takes a step forward, allowing Wenx to guide her out of the room and into the rest of the house. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and her palms are sweaty as she clings tightly to his hand. It's not comfortable or reassuring; rather, it feels more like a desperate attempt to ground herself amidst this unfamiliar and terrifying world.

"Where are we going, anyway?" she asks again, trying to distract herself from her nerves by focusing on something else. Her voice quivers slightly despite her efforts to sound calm.

She frowns at his words, her grip on his hand tightening involuntarily. "A park?" she echoes in disbelief. "Are you serious? I've never been to a park before... and fish? In a pond?" Her voice cracks slightly as panic begins to set in. This was supposed to be just a walk outside, not some kind of strange adventure involving animals and nature!

"I-I don't think I can," she confesses with a small whimper, tears beginning to well up in her eyes again. "It's too... too much. Can't we just go somewhere else? Somewhere I know?" Her pleading tone makes it clear how desperate she is for some semblance of familiarity and safety amidst the chaos that is her life.

She hesitates, feeling torn between her fear and the comfort she finds in his presence. Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head and squeezes his hand reassuringly. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll try... just... just don't leave me alone, okay? I promise I won't be difficult." Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or pity, but all she finds is determination and maybe a hint of amusement at her expense.

She takes another shaky breath as they make their way towards the front door. It feels like every step she takes is harder than the last, and her heart races with each passing moment. Her gaze darts nervously around, taking in everything at once: the unfamiliar furniture, the paintings on the walls, even the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. It's all so overwhelming...

But Wenx doesn't seem to notice her unease; he just keeps walking and talking, pointing out various things along the way as if this were a normal everyday excursion for both of them. Maybe it is for him. Maybe he goes outside all the time and talks to people and sees animals and plays with kids in parks like some kind of normal person. The thought only serves to make her feel more out of place and awkward than ever before.

"Here we are

She follows him to the edge of the pond, her eyes wide as she takes in the tiny creatures swimming lazily around them. Fish... real live fish... She's never seen anything like it before. They look so peaceful and beautiful at the same time; a strange mix of alien and familiar that leaves her feeling both awed and strangely connected to something greater than herself for the first time in years.

Tentatively, she reaches out a hand and scatters some breadcrumbs across the water's surface. The fish swim over quickly, nibbling at the food as if it were their first meal in months. It's like watching a small miracle unfold right before her eyes; for a moment, everything else fades away and all that matters is this simple act of sharing food with creatures who are completely dependent on others for survival.

"It's so... peaceful here

She nods, looking around her with a newfound appreciation. "I never knew there was so much beauty outside the house," she whispers. "It's almost like... being free." She pauses, remembering the terror that gripped her when they first left the house; it seems impossible that only a few minutes ago, she was convinced she couldn't handle even this small adventure.

But somehow, Wenx has made it easier for her. Maybe he understands what she needs better than anyone else ever has before. Or maybe... just maybe... spending time with him like this is enough to make her forget about everything else. It's a strange, intoxicating feeling; one that leaves her feeling lighter and more alive than she can remember being in years.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it of the haze that's clouding her thoughts. "No... no, I'm not angry with you," she says quietly. "I just... I never knew being outside could be like this." She gestures vaguely at the fish swimming in the pond and the sky above them, blue and infinite as far as the eye can see. "It's so peaceful here... I wish we could stay longer." A small smile tugs at her lips as she looks over at Wenx, who's watching her with an expression that is equal parts bemused and amused.

"Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "For bringing me here... for showing me something new."

She frowns slightly at his words, feeling a twinge of guilt mixed in with her gratitude. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way," she says softly. "I didn't mean to be such a burden on you... but it's hard sometimes... being cooped up all the time." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "I promise I'll try to change... be better... not just for myself, but for you too."

Her gaze drops back down to the water as she says this; the memory of his words from earlier echoing in her mind. As much as she wants to believe him and trust that he won't leave her alone again, a small voice at the back of her head keeps whispering that it might not be worth the risk. Maybe it would be safer just to go back to how things were before... even if it meant