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>You get home late from work.
>It's been an exhausting few weeks, you and Shiori haven't had much alone time.
>Finally, you have some time off.
>You walk into the living room.
>Shiori is sitting there, an unreadable expression in her face.
>On the table in front of her is a shoebox.
>Oh no
>The cumbox
>You can smell the rancid stench as you rush to explain
>"What is this, anon?"
>Words fail you
>She opens the lid, revealing the moldy, congealed ejaculate at the bottom of the box
>"How long has this been going on?
>You trip over your own words. Your heart pounds in your chest. Your relationship won't survive this
>She grins mischievously, placing a hand on your inner thigh
>She leans forward, dipping a finger into the gelatinous cake at the bottom of the cumbox.
>She pulls out a thick wet glob from the bottom of the box with her fingernail, carefully checking it for mold
>"Mmm~"
>She locks eyes with you
>She place her finger in her mouth, sensually licking the crystalized ejaculate off
>"Try not to let it expire next time, okay~?
