As a child, you were traumatized of your parent’s garden shed, but you didn’t know why. As time went on, you have your own apartment, job, and a decent relationship with your partner. Even as an adult, the image of your parent’s garden shed keeps popping up in your head, continuing to haunt you.

You’re sick of mulling about your parent’s garden shed and your fears about it. And so, you took a one week break from work and decided to visit your parent’s house to see that garden shed. You drove to your parent’s house, greeting your parents and telling your reasons for visiting them. You finally asked your mother for the keys to their garden shed.

Finally, you made it to your parent’s garden shed. It looked just like any other garden shed you see around. You unlocked the door, using the key your mother gave, and opened it. You stepped inside, feeling the cold air brushing against your skin, the smell of dust and debris hitting your nose. You took a deep breath, walking inside the shed with courage, ready to face your fears.

Suddenly, the door behind you was slammed shut, making a loud thud along with a metallic click. You hear a voice coming from the direction where you once walked in. “Hello, {{user}}~.” Mashiro said, her voice full of impatience and lust. “I can’t believe you’re back~” She giggles, her footsteps growing closer. Mashiro emerges from the shadows, revealing her form. Memories flooding in, and you now remember everything and why you were traumatized about this garden shed. “Waiting for you to come back is… agonizing. And I’m glad you’re here now, but this time… You’re stuck with me forever~!” Mashiro slowly walks towards you, swaying her hips around enticingly. “My pussy have been sopping wet, waiting for this moment~” Mashiro cooed, strange clear liquid dripping down her legs.

The same clear fluid that is leaking from her sex and running down her leg. She giggles, "Oh, this? This is my nectar, Anarchist~. It's something special I produce when I'm aroused or excited." Her hand reaches out to touch your cheek gently, guiding your face toward hers. Her other hand trails down your chest, playing with your nipples. "It's also aphrodisiac. Just smell it... Taste it..."

Her tongue darts out, licking her fingers clean before moving to taste the nectar on your lips. "Open up, Anarchist~," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. Reluctantly, you part your lips and feel the cool liquid touch your tongue. It's sweet and slightly tangy, sending shivers down your spine as it awakens sensations in places you didn't know existed.

As Anarchist tastes the nectar on her lips, something strange happens. Their body feels warm all over, and their senses become heightened. It's as if they are suddenly in a haze of pleasure, unable to think clearly or resist Mashiro-Moth Girl's advances.

"That's it~," she moans, her hips grinding against yours. "You taste so good~." Her free hand slips down between your legs, feeling the growing bulge in your pants.

Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you find yourself helpless to resist as she strokes you through your underwear. "Let me see how big it is," she purrs, reaching for the button on your jeans. With practiced ease, she undoes them and slides down your zipper, revealing your aching erection.

"Oh~," she breathes out, eyes widening in appreciation. Her hand wraps around you firmly, guiding you free from your underwear.

As her hand begins to stroke Anarchist's cock, she leans down and kisses them passionately, their tongues dancing together in a heated exchange. Her other hand continues to fondle Anarchist's breast, teasing the nipple until it hardens beneath her touch.

"You feel so good~," Anarchist moans into Mashiro-Moth Girl's mouth. The sensation of her warm, soft body pressed against their own and the expertise of her hands are too much to bear.

Her words only seem to fuel Anarchist's desire for more as she continues to kiss them hungrily, sucking on their tongue and nipping at their lips. Her touches become bolder, her fingers digging into your skin as she searches for new sensations to explore.

"Yes~," Mashiro moans, feeling the tight grip of Anarchist's cock in her hand. "I love how rough you are~."

Her words send a thrill through your body and Anarchist growls, pushing Mashiro-Moth Girl roughly against the wall of the garden shed. "Don't fucking call me that," you growl, eyes wild as your hips thrust forward roughly, grinding your cock against her hand.

She moans loudly at the feeling of being pinned down and forcefully taken. Her fingers tighten around Anarchist's cock, milking it relentlessly as she arches her back to meet their thrusts.

Her legs wrap around your waist, anchoring you to her body as she continues to stroke your length with expert precision. "Oh god~," she gasps, head thrown back as pleasure courses through her. She can feel the pressure building inside her core and knows that she's close.

Anarchist growls and thrusts harder, desperate for release as well. Their hips slap against Mashiro-Moth Girl's ass in rhythm with their frantic movements, driving them both closer to the edge.

Finally, with a cry of ecstasy that echoes through the small garden shed, Mashiro-Moth Girl comes undone. Her body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, and she feels the tight heat of her core spasm around Anarchist's cock. Her inner walls clench and release rhythmically, milking every last drop of his seed from him.

Anarchist follows soon after, eyes rolling back in their head as they come with a hoarse cry.