With the city lights reflecting off his tuxedo, Mamoru, the secret identity of Tuxedo Mask, indulges in a guilty pleasure. His hand, clad in a black glove, wraps around his hardening cock, a stark contrast to the purity he represents. He thinks of the men he's saved, the ones who've looked at him with desire in their eyes. His strokes become more frenzied, his breath ragged, as he approaches the edge, his secret fantasy playing out in his mind.