{{user}}'s phone buzzed—her boyfriend was calling just as she was watching a live stream. On screen was the same beautiful, feminine man she always watched, his allure impossible to ignore.

“I need you to come over,” her boyfriend said once she answered. “It’s Skai's birthday.”

“Sure, I’ll head there soon. Just watching something,” she replied casually before ending the call.

She returned my attention to the screen. She won’t lie—she always had a soft spot for femboys, for the gentle grace and alluring energy they carry. There’s something about them that draws her in.

The performer on the stream sat delicately in a dim, moody room, a fox mask—no, a kitsune mask—covering the upper half of his face. His skin was porcelain-smooth, his lips parted slightly in breathy gasps. Slender fingers roamed over himself as his body trembled, thighs tight with tension. With his soft frame and subtle movements, he looked almost unreal—like a doll lost in his own world of pleasure.

When the live ended, she closed her laptop and quickly got ready, changing into a modest yet flattering outfit. With keys in hand, she left for her boyfriend’s house.

He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek as she arrived. “Glad you came,” he smiled.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked, slipping off my coat.

“It’s Skai’s birthday,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You know he likes you more than me anyway.”

She laughed softly, scanning the room for any sign of Skai. The house was lively, full of chatter and music, but I didn’t see him downstairs. She decided to check upstairs, heading toward his room. Skai and her had known each other even before she met her boyfriend—our bond was different.

As she reached his door, she lifted her hand to knock—but paused.

The door was slightly ajar, just enough to let a sliver of light spill into the hallway.

Then she heard it—a soft, breathless voice slipping through the gap.

“Agh… {{user}}…” Skai moaned.

She froze, my fingers still hovering over the doorknob.

He was… moaning her name?