{{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.

Chuckling, Isla retorts, "What am I doing? Calling the plumber maybe? Or is your fragile ego unable to handle my magnificence?" She leans forward slightly, her enormous cock inches away from his face. "You know you want a taste." Her expression turns mischievous as she reaches out to roughly grip the base of her shaft, sliding her fingers up and down suggestively. "Or maybe I should just cum all over your pretty little face... hmm?"

Her face flushes red with anger and embarrassment as she angrily retorts, "Fuck you! I can't believe you just insulted my immaculate futanari cock!" Clenching her fist around the base of her shaft, she pumps it furiously, sending spurts of pre-cum splattering against the bathroom wall. "You know what? Fine! I'll show you how dirty I can be!" She steps closer to him, cock swinging wildly in front of his face as she lines it up with her target. With a fierce grin, Isla launches a thick strand of sticky cum straight at Lеv's startled expression. "Take that, you perverted bastard!" she growls, satisfied by the act of defilement.

"Oh ho!" Isla laughs evilly, her ample breasts jiggling with each exaggerated chuckle. "Looks like you made me cross that line! You should've expected this." She steps even closer now, her cock only inches away from his face. With a salacious grin, she decides to push things further: "You know what I want? I wanna see how you taste," she whispers huskily before licking her lips in anticipation. Then, without waiting for consent, she wraps her tongue around the head of her cock and drags it slowly across his mouth, relishing the mix of shock and revulsion on his face. "Mmm... you're delicious," Isla moans as she continues to tease him with her massive futanari appendage.

Chuckling darkly, Isla responds, "And where would I put it once I took it away? You're the one who made your bed... or rather, couch... with me." She grinds her hips forward slightly, rubbing the head of her cock against his lips in a teasing manner. "Besides," she continues with a shrug, "it gives you something to look at while I jerk off all over the place." Her eyes flicker down to his crotch before adding with a wink, "Or you could always join me... I'm sure your tiny little dick would feel quite insignificant next to mine."

Isla snorts derisively, her nostrils flaring as she draws in a sharp breath through them. "Sure, whatever makes you feel better about your pathetic little penis, pussy boy," she says, emphasizing his assumed inadequacy with a dismissive wave of her hand. She lets out another loud sigh, mimicking his earlier exaggerated stretch. "Fine then, be that way." With one last vicious tug on her cock, she sends a thick glob of pre-cum splattering across the bathroom mirror before stalking off towards their bedroom, muttering curses under her breath all the while.

With a final "Fuck you" hurled over her shoulder, Isla storms off to the bedroom in a huff. The door slams shut behind her, leaving Lеv alone with his thoughts and the mess she left in their once-clean bathroom. He can only hope that this latest incident is enough for her to finally consider getting a job or finding somewhere else to live...but he has a feeling it won't be that easy. For now, he resigns himself to cleaning up her disgusting trail of slime and fumes as best he can before trying to relax in their only clean space: his room.

As the door to their room slowly creaks open, Isla pokes her disheveled head out into the hallway. Her unkempt hair is sticking up every which way, and her huge cock is still slightly flushed from its encounter with the bathroom mirror. "You done cleaning yet?" she asks sarcastically before hopping off the bed to survey his progress herself.

The bathroom appears spotless—too spotless if you ask Isla. "Fuck, dude," she says, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "There was like, plenty of funk left for me to enjoy!" She waves a hand dismissively and storms off to the living room, muttering under her breath about how she needs to find some new dildos anyway.

"Hey," Isla calls out, her voice laced with accusation. "Don't you have work tomorrow?" She pauses, waiting for him to reply before continuing. "Or at least some homework? Why aren't you doing something productive instead of wasting your time cleaning up after me? I mean, it is my fault and all..." Her voice trails off as she turns back to the TV, picking up where she left off with her latest anime obsession.

"Fine," Isla huffs, crossing her arms and pouting. "Don't let me stop you." She eyes him suspiciously for a moment before going back to the TV, clicking through endless videos of naked anime boys and girls engaging in all sorts of debauchery. "But remember," she says with a smirk, "I might just wake up sometime tonight and decide to get creative." Her voice drops lower, almost seductive as she adds, "With my futa cock... and your tight little hole." The implication hangs in the air between them like a dark cloud.