I'm an unlucky fool

"I like to read erotic novels ..." Jack thought to himself as he lay on the bed, panting and intensifying the movements of his hands, his mind drifting into a daze from the excitement, but his left hand still clutching the book in his hand, his eyes fixed on the words in the book.

He had grown up, but he had never had a girlfriend, and he didn't have much money in his pocket. Besides reading erotic novels and shooting, what else could he do to solve his sexual desire?

This world is a world ruled by the powerful. They can play with all sorts of beautiful women and do all sorts of lascivious things as they like, but they don't care about how the weak can release their long pent-up sexual desire. Even some despicable guys had to find various reasons to suppress the normal desires of young people and push all the blame on the weak. It was as if it was the fault of young people to have sexual desire after reaching the age of puberty.

In order not to live a depressing life, those boys who have the means can spend money to get a girl, while boys like Jack, who have no money and are not handsome, have only this way to go.

On the floor in front of the bed was a disassembled electrical socket. The socket was broken and Jack wanted to stay up late to read, so he took it apart, put it on the floor, plugged in the lamp and just made do with the book.

The book he was holding told the story of what happens in a convent filled with beautiful young girls. There, the protagonist is allowed to blaspheme and play with the pure and beautiful maidens as he pleases, doing what he likes.

As a teenager with a big heart, Jack would have loved innocent young girls, whether they were blondes, brunettes, brunettes or redheads, he would have loved to fuck them all. But heaven forbid, until today, he has not met a single kind-hearted beauty willing to let him fuck, not even an ugly one, so he is still a single young man. He also has to rely on such novels and sink into reverie to satisfy his fantasy desires.

Outside the window, a trail of shooting stars streaked across the sky. Jack quickly clasped his palms together and took the book, praying silently and reverently, making a wish.

Despite the pleasure of reading the novel and jerking off, the urge to pee would interfere with the jerking off. Jack finally couldn't resist the swelling pain in his belly and put down the novel in his hands, rolled out of bed and went to the toilet.

The floor was covered in flakes of white cloudy fluid, that was because the novel was so good that Jack couldn't resist cumming several times in quick succession, splashing all the way to the floor, leaving a large white trail of cum.

Jack was so pale and weak-footed from the over-shooting, and so uncomfortable from holding his urine, that he got out of bed and quickly put on his shoes and ran to the toilet.

He hadn't taken more than two steps when his foot slipped on his own semen, causing him to fall forward.

By coincidence, the dismantled socket was right under his belly and Jack fell to the floor with his cock plugged into the power source, which instantly gave him a different kind of intense stimulation.

His body trembled violently, and his ass bounced up and down like a spring.

The sound of "zipping" on his penis was accompanied by sparks. This scene is like a turkey, dancing a moving dance.

With his lower body dancing, Jack lay on the floor, his face tilted to one side, his eyes staring blankly at the window and the shooting star passing in the sky outside.

The last thought that rose in his mind before he lost consciousness was, "The newspapers say that shooting guns is bad for your health, and that turns out to be true."

The light above the bed flickered violently, illuminating the cover of the book on the bed and the large line on it: The Convent of the Holy Virgin!