Sergey was jerking off. Again. Having difficulty in communicating with the opposite sex, he did not find another option. Katya, the girl Sergey was thinking about during masturbation, preferred the lesbian love of her friend Natasha, and not the attempts of an indecisive boy. Another girl, with whom he tried to get close, also did not justify the expectations placed on her. And how, in fact, she could justify them if she was not a girl, but skillfully disguised as a transsexual Michael. For the third time Serezha came across a lofty and keen nature, who soon, literally the next day, left him to Anzor, who was selling jackets, sneakers, shoes, sky, and Allah on the market. But Sergey would not have been Sergey if he had despaired and let the dick out of his hands, and would have stopped looking for a girl again and again.

If you set a goal for yourself and do something every day to achieve it, everything will work out. But not in the case of Serezha. No matter how hard he tried to pierce heaven with his dick, he would meet slut, assassins and skins, flown in from unknown surfeasors. As time passed, Serezha finished school and even entered the university. He didn’t make new acquaintances, as he is a social phobia-misanthrap, so Sergey spent all his free time at the computer or at the hand. And having wiped the crab on the cat while scrolling memes, Serge stumbled upon a homunculus vidos. Well, I stumbled on and what could be this, it would seem that nothing interesting. But in Sergei’s spermotoxic head, a plan was born that would allow him to break the vicious circle of failures and onanism. In short, he decided to make his homunculus. However, the scale of thought and the audacity of the common man who decided to go against nature were much greater. For the implementation of his ideas, he got a job, unloaded cars, washed toilets, sucked from truckers. At night, Sergey attacked single girls, and cut their hair, from the head and pubis, sometimes even from the armpits. Serge learned how to masterfully steal eggs on the market from old women who still sometimes caught him and pussied with their old methods or sticks.

Having collected all the ingredients, Sergei proceeded to the main thing. Taking a coffin from a balcony in which grandfather-doed lay earlier, filled it with fertilized eggs and stuffed hair where it was necessary, and put it in a warm, dark place, kicking up the coffin lid.
Time went by. Life went on as usual, dothan, jerking, anima, and auth in the sychevaln. The coffin, which lay in a warm, dark place, was covered with a thick layer of dust, like your mother, and even ceased to stink. And all would be fine, if once Serezha did not go shit.

Seryoga erupted from himself processed doshiraki and beef patties. The process was hard. It did not help even twitching his fighter
- Stop fart!
From surprise, Serge released a particularly vigorous whisper. A voice sounded from behind the door.
- You're fucked. What are you doing there, climbs.
The voice sounded more insistent. Here Seryoga and pissed, but no luck. After the death of his grandfather-doeda, he lived alone, in the room while the nurse was at work. Therefore, he had to interrupt this fascinating process and for the time being renounce the white throne. However, Sergei did not even have time to cross the sewer boundary, as he was immediately hit on the head. The veil covered his eyes, it became difficult to breathe.

- Where are our testicles, addict !?
By the ugly, squeaky voice, Anon recognized one of the old women from whom he stole in the market.
- Where are the testicles, bitch!
This voice Serzh did not know, but most likely it is also an old woman who stood on the way to his great goal.
- If grandmother had eggs, she would have been a grandfather. Get the fuck up! Serega hissed, a little surpassing himself.
- Oh, you fag-belolentochny, well, return all that he stole. One of the old women said and together with the second she began to beat Sergo with a stick.
For a single moment, the thought flashed to give them the coffin, because there is what is left of the eggs, and indeed they need more. But secretly hoping for a miracle, Gray decided not to give anything and keep to the end.

- I have nothing, fuck off.
- You're lying nit, give on good, but it will be worse.
“Well, fuck me, in my own house, two old women pussy, what could be worse. Unless mamma can tell everything ”Serge thought and was fundamentally wrong. Suddenly, they stopped beating him, but this did not bring any joy.
- Everything, he asked for it, cock.

With a young man pulled his pants, turned over to one side, a couple of times kicked in the kidneys. One of the old women took him by the scrotum, squeezing his balls tightly, and the second shoved his hand in his point. From strong, sharp pain, Serega could not even breathe. What is wrong with him !? And it's not even that he lost his virginity from all sides, except for the right one. Everything he dreamed of, aspired to, everything was in vain !? The dream of creating an ideal girl led to the fact that his eggs would be flattened here, and blood gushing from his asshole! Not that he wanted, not this at all. Losing consciousness, using leftover forces, he whispered "save", meaningless in his situation. The pain was growing, the old women completely moved out of their coils and were no longer going to stop. The old woman put her hand almost to the elbow, the blood mixed with shit ran down her thighs. But Serega felt as if the second wind had opened, he no longer felt pain, Serega lost consciousness.

Cold, dirty floor. The metallic smell stirs the nostrils. Seryoga opened his eyes. The floor and walls are covered in blood. The whole body hurts from beatings, it is impossible to touch the eggs and the point. Looking around a bit, Serge found some feces, apparently his own, and the knife with which he sliced ​​his bread and sausage. "Eat the sausage - love Asuka," he thought, took the knife and went to the kitchen.
- Good morning, master.
In the kitchen was a tall, red-haired girl wearing only an apron. Pretty face, big blue eyes, a small neat nose and mouth. Slim figure, long straight legs. The girl brewed in a glass kettle a few bags of tea "Nuri"
- Oh, forgive me my appearance, I just did not find suitable clothes and wore only an apron. Are you not very upset, master?

Sergey was silent. A wave of joy covered him, tears streamed down his cheeks, and his thighs shit. Victory! A person who has gone through so much suffering still received an award for his work. All those skeptics with dvachcha nipped! Create the perfect girl possible!
- Boss you bad? You urgently need to go to the hospital. Let me wash you and give you first aid.
- No, it is not necessary, everything is in order. By the way what is your name?
- The owner has not yet given me a name. As you wish, so will they call me.
- As I wish you say, hmm, even a fucking bitch or mad pussy.
The girl was embarrassed, lowered her eyes and blushed.
- If the owner wants to call me that, then I will be a mad pussy.
- Not. Fuck idea. I'll call you Mio.
It was noticeable as a girl breathed a sigh of relief. Smiling, and looking up at Seregu said:
- Ok, my name is Mio.

- What can you do? Myo
“I can do whatever the master orders,” Mio replied.
“Even if I order you to take this thing in your mouth.”
Serge grabbed the dick, but it hurt. This pain reminded him of the corridor smeared with blood, of the shit that flowed from his thighs to the floor, and of the mother who was about to come. Mio knelt down and began to gently lick the dick from the bottom to the end. In place of the pain pleasure and Seryoga came.
- So it is. Now I will go to the shower, and you will clean everything here, I see.
- Yes, master.

Mio smiled and went to wash the dishes. Sergo could not resist and slapped her naked ass. Myo gasped, blushed slightly and continued to wash the dishes. Satisfied with the result, Sergey went to the bathroom. In the corridor, once again looking at the bloody mess, Serge wondered how he could survive, where did the old women go, why did Mio have red hair, but he didn’t cut his red hair. Too many questions.There are no answers to these questions. Seryoga climbed into the bath and turned on the water. No answers, but are they needed? Seryoga made the water hotter. One thing he knew for sure, his life was changing for the better.