Chapter 3
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Scott gently rolled me onto my stomach and continued examining the suit.
"I've heard these dolls come with all kinds of modes. I wonder if there's a control switch somewhere."
Unable to see what he was doing, I could only feel his rough hands moving slowly down my back.
Every sensation was amplified several times over by the suit. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Maybe it's hidden inside."
His large hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, while the other hand kept probing and tracing along the opening between my legs.
To my surprise, there really was a switch hidden there.
Beep.
A soft electronic tone sounded. An instant later, the suit's sensory system surged to a completely different level.
The gentle electrical tingling transformed into powerful vibrations that spread rapidly throughout my body.
Every pulse converged with overwhelming precision, making it almost impossible to think.
Even Scott looked startled. He leaned in closer, staring at my trembling body.
"Mmm... no..." Fear finally broke my silence. The weak sound escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Scott blinked.
"Wait... it even makes sounds. But why does it sound so much like Lena?"
Scott seemed completely convinced that I was just a lifelike toy. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed the hardness beneath him against the opening, rubbing back and forth. His breathing grew heavy and ragged.
Wetness kept seeping out, and the combined stimulation from the suit and his touch was too much to bear. I couldn't hold it in any longer. A moan was about to escape my lips.
Just then, voices came from downstairs. My family was home. Relief flashed through me. Surely Scott would stop now.
Instead, he quickly lifted me back into the cardboard box and loosely placed the lid over the top. Darkness swallowed me again.
Curled inside the cramped box, the overwhelming sensory feedback left me unable to move. I couldn't even force myself to speak.
Outside, I heard my parents greeting Scott and thanking him for bringing over Christmas pastries.
"It's nothing," Scott replied with a laugh. "I should be thanking Lena. She gave me an incredible Christmas present."
My heart pounded inside the box. I was terrified my parents would open it and discover me.
Instead, Scott simply picked up the box and carried it out of my house. He brought me straight back to his own bedroom.
He laid me down on his bed, then stripped off his clothes.
I had barely recovered from the stimulation when I saw him closing in — his broad shoulders and back forming a solid barrier, his chest muscles sharply defined, the ridges of his musculature standing out with every subtle flex.
The sight of his toned body made my heart pound. I'd be lying if I said I'd never fantasized about being intimate with him. After all, he was widely considered the most handsome guy around here. But in this situation? It was nothing but awkward and flustering.
He curled his lips into a faint smile and murmured to himself, "Now... no one's going to interrupt."
I felt a large hand cup my backside. The warm, tingling sensation sent goosebumps all over my body.
"Quite perky," Scott remarked approvingly.
Then, I felt a scalding hardness press against the opening of the suit. A wave of intense shame mixed with an inexplicable nervousness washed over me. My mind had long gone hazy and foggy.
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