I didn't like how cliffhangery the last two chapters were, so here's an epilogue. Part 2, Milky Way Waltzing, is now up.
With one hand supporting him, Takato sat hunched over his mattress while his other hand impatiently tugged at his stiffening dick. The calm and quiet of the night only ampliflied his grunt as he did his best to draw out the sticky liquid hiding inside it. His reward came out first with a pricking sensation over his tip. He slathered it over himself, using the slickiness to draw more of it out before it could dry off from the air.
"Rumiko-san..." he muttered her name and imagined it was her hand pumping him. He imagined her words whispering in his ears and sending shudders throughout his body.
The flame building up in his crotch soaked all his heat towards it, leaving him to shiver naked atop his lofted bed. How he wanted to have her tongue teasing him again, to have her mouth envelope him in her warmth. Even his hand was a mimicry of her soft touches, unable to bring him joy despite his relentless effort to scratch the funny itch away.
He wanted to be angry, to stomp his feet in a childish tantrum for having toyed with him. But every time he called out her name, only the image of her smile appeared in his memory. And so he let her kind voice coax him into her imaginary hold, lapping up her every attention as if she was still there.
"I'm cute, aren't I?" He croaked to the ghost of the woman haunting him. She said so herself after all, yet now the wondered if that too was a lie. "You told me I'm your most special person. So why did you leave?" His tears dropped silently onto the mattress as he waited for a reply that never came.
With every pump of his hand, he only felt the itch growing stronger. The flame burned his palm, but he kept going at it, demanding the liquid fire to come out from inside him. The tingle spread from his crotch to his chest, tickling his insides like a thousand needles poking gently at his flesh. It rose and rose until there was no room left to fill.
In an explosion of pleasure, his cum shot onto his mattress in multiple hot streams, scratching the itch away and leaving him panting. But the elation he felt lasted only so long. When his hips stopped jerking and his dick hung limp in his hand, he felt nothing but emptiness as he stared at the mattress.
"You're a liar.." he told the fading apparition. The hot cum leaking through his finger brought no warmth to his heart, nor did her ghostly hands that carressed his face in a final goodbye. He slept with only the comfort of his pillow and blanket, his clothes that he'd used to clean himself thrown away to the floor below.