A lone figure, Mi, stands before the mirror, his reflection revealing a mix of apprehension and excitement as he tentatively reaches for the waistband of his boxers. He frees his rigid, uncut cock, letting it bob heavily against his taut stomach. His eyes meet his own in the mirror, challenging himself as he begins to stroke, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room echoes with the sound of his hand working his slick, engorged flesh, the scent of his arousal growing heavy in the air. His other hand joins in, cupping his balls, rolling them gently as he imagines unseen hands guiding his own, pushing him closer to the edge of release.