In the sultry heat of the afternoon, our anonymous protagonist, Gozei, retreats to his private domain, eager to indulge in his solitary vice. His hand, a well-practiced artist, begins a slow, languid dance along his throbbing shaft. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, the wet sound of his stroking, and his ragged breaths. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and with a guttural groan, he finds his release, painting his chest with thick, pearly ropes of satisfaction.