Prologue
When the bed changes, sleep never comes easy. The pillow feels all wrong, your back aches for no good reason, and even the unfamiliar air itself is something you just can’t settle into—it bothers you.
Creeeeak—
A sharp creak of the front door cut through the dead silence of midnight like a blade.
In that moment when everything felt uncomfortable and miserable, a sound reached my ears that made me doubt my own hearing.
"Hey… is there a jotjib around?"
What the hell…? Did I mishear that? Jotjib? It sounded like he said jotjib.
I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I wasn’t tired. What time it was, where I was—none of it mattered in the slightest.
That single word—jotjib—had me incredibly aroused. My heart felt like it was about to explode. And my cock felt just as ready to burst as my heart.
It was cramped inside my underwear. I was so hard I thought I might tear right through it.