"...Hmmm...haaa...h-hhmmm..." I watch Fanni masturbating, using magic to see every detail. It's funny how shy she is about it, and she still hasn't put anything inside herself.
"It's a shame she's so restrained — it feels way better when something goes in — but it's cute that she only ever uses two fingers at most." I lock the door, protecting her from being seen by her sister, who was about to open it carelessly, mistaking it for the bathroom. Her sister realizes it's the wrong room and goes to the other one, leaving Fanni, who continues.
"Damn... it's kind of frustrating that she doesn't masturbate thinking about me..." Despite everything, Fanni is bisexual and doesn't have that kind of interest in me. To her, I'm just her precious friend.
"Seriously, she'd rather do this to weird porn than think about me... kind of cruel." I float above my bed, looking at another screen showing my beloveds.
