Chapter 2
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"Lena? Your parents said you were home."
Curled up inside the box, I didn't dare make the slightest movement.
In my panic, I'd accidentally activated the suit's built-in sensory system.
A wave of tiny electric pulses suddenly exploded through my body. My legs immediately went weak, forcing me deeper into the corner of the box.
I bit down hard, doing everything I could to keep from making a sound. It didn't matter. Scott still found me.
"Lena? ...No. This looks more like... one of those lifelike dolls."
I was in an utterly embarrassing state. The suit left nothing to the imagination, exposing every secret of my body. All I could hope for was that he'd keep mistaking me and just leave soon.
After searching the room without finding me, he finally looked inside the box.
Meanwhile, the electric pulses continued spreading through me like countless invisible fingertips. Every nerve in my body felt hypersensitive. Even my breathing had become uneven.
"Mmph..." I bit my tongue to keep from crying out.
Just then, my friend's Christmas card slipped out from beside me: Merry Christmas! Hope you like it!
He let out a soft chuckle. "So this is the gift Lena sent me."
Scott is my neighbor, a handsome, considerate gentleman. We've always had a good relationship and exchange gifts every year. He must have thought I was his Christmas present.
By now, Scott had already lifted me out of the box and laid me on the bed.
His large hand moved up from my calf, inch by inch.
The rough texture of his palm was amplified tenfold by the sensor conduits, sending a burning sensation from my ankle all the way to the core of my chest.
All I felt was a mix of shame and thrill — countless tiny electric currents prickling all over my body, leaving me restless and unbearably itchy.
I wanted to speak up and stop him, but my throat was tight, and no words came out.
If he found out now, how would we ever face each other again?
"Wow! This is so high-end. The doll is even warm. Where did Lena find a treasure like this?"
There was genuine admiration in his voice, and he grew bolder in his handling of me.
Every time his fingers brushed against the sensitive neurons beneath the suit, that electric jolt would spike sharply, sending shockwaves through my lower belly, making it tighten again and again. My body trembled slightly — an involuntary physiological response.
"This doll can interact too?"
Scott grew excited. His hand traveled up along my skin until it reached the softness of my chest. His hands were large and rough, yet his touch was teasing, hovering, never quite pressing down, as if deliberately drawing out the tension.
The sensation sent waves of arousal flooding through my body.
But I couldn't make a sound. I had no choice but to endure it, letting Scott do as he pleased with my body.
Scott seemed genuinely fascinated by this new toy.
He pressed here, touched there, exploring every inch.
I grew more and more restless under his large hands, my reactions becoming harder to hide...
Then Scott's hand slid between my legs, and he froze in surprise.
He grabbed my legs and positioned them on either side of his waist. Through the fabric, I could feel his powerful, narrow waist, muscles taut, rising and falling slightly with each breath.
All I could do was part my legs and expose myself in that unbearably humiliating position under his gaze.
"This place... it even feels real! Unbelievable. Now, let me take a closer look..."
- Writer
