Unhygienic Hakutaku Roommate

"SO-NO CHI NO SA-DA-M-"

*--bip.*

"Hmmgh! Mgh w'sh w'sh'ng th't!" Your Hakutaku roommate says through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

"You only watch it for the buff men posing," you say to her as you put down the plug that powered her computer.

You hear her mumble something about well-written dialogue when you assess her room.

It's horrendous.

It's fucking horrendous.

There's small mountains of used tissues covered in multiple fluids (tears, cum, snot, etc.), unwashed clothes laying about, dust presumably everywhere, plates of half-eaten food span across her desk, empty cans of air freshener, a library's worth of books laying about, comics, manga, bunches of fur, and multiple other unmentionable things.

It amazes you how she studies for a teaching degree in these conditions.
It also amazes you how she herself doesn't even look the slightest bit unhealthy.
Yes, with her smooth, soft skin, wide hips, zipper-destroying breasts, pretty face, perfect eyes, slender fingers, angelic voi--

-- Alright that's enough fantasising for now, you came in here to help clean her room, not daydream about her.

You start by putting some cleaning gloves and a dust mask on.
You wouldn't want to accidentally stick your hand into a nest of evil, right?

The two of you start by clearing out the half eaten food and putting them in the dishwasher.

I say the two of you, but really you're the only one doing anything.

You pick up a bundle of unwashed clothes when you see a few pairs of your underwear in the pile, a few of them sporting stains near the groin that weren't there before.

...

Moving on, you get a plastic bag and stuff the used tissues into it.
It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.

You turn to her, see that she's just on her phone, and say
"I would really appreciate it if you'd help."

She tilts her head, smiles, and replies with
"Oh, just think of it as a solid! I'll pay you back later."
She goes back to tapping her phone.

...
You are *so* going to fuck her later.
So hard.


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After a gruelling full hour of cleaning, your roommates room is now not shit.
Hell, even a Kikimora would be impressed at your efforts.
As you put the last plastic bag of garbage into the bin, you ask her what she was doing with your underwear.

She freezes up, blushes, and looks at the floor in embarrassment.
You hear her mumble something.

"What?" You ask.

"I w-was, u-um, w-w...mumblemumblemumble...."
She's clearly been caught doing something unsavoury to your underwear.

You get a kick (and an erection) out of catching her like this.
"Uh, what? Could you speak up please?" You say, with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"I, um, I was, um, um... I w-was w-wearing your underwear..." She admits, under her breath.

"Really? Can you explain to me why there were stains in them, then?" You ask, both your erection and your grin growing.

"...I rubbed myself with them..." She said, ever so quietly.

You walk up to her, cup her chin in your hand, and whisper in her ear.
"And why is that?"

Her eyes dart around for a moment, thinking of something to respond with.
"W-well, um, b-because, um--"
You silence her stuttering by roughly kissing her, sliding your tongue inside and out of her mouth.

She responds to this by picking you up with surprising strength, carrying you to the bedroom, and promptly receives a noise complaint the day after, stemming from the loud, rough fucking she gave you.