I Faked a Doll, His Uncle Touched Me

Chapter 2

Brian's gaze landed on the faint marks on the bedsheets. A look of surprise crossed his face.

"This thing's even got liquid effects? That's some high-end tech."

His hand continued exploring my body. I desperately tried not to react.

But under the effects of the drug, my body refused to cooperate.

I cracked one eye open just enough to steal a glance at him.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties. Tanned skin, broad shoulders, lean muscle. A rough shadow of stubble covered his jaw. Normally, he would've been completely my type... or rather, exactly not my type.

And yet every brush of his hand sent a strange current racing through me. My breathing grew uneven.

Without thinking, my eyes drifted lower. My heart skipped a beat.

He was incredibly well-endowed. If I can...

'Oh my god! What was I thinking?'

This was the very first time I'd ever met Brian. And somehow everything had turned into this nightmare.

If James ever found out, I couldn't even imagine what would happen.

Brian suddenly stood up. "No. If that kid ever found out, he'd kill me."

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away.

The moment he did, an unexpected wave of emptiness washed over me.

The unbearable sensation I'd barely endured started building all over again.

If I hadn't been completely unable to move, I was horrified by the thought that I might have instinctively leaned toward him.

The realization made my blood run cold.

If I acted on that impulse, wouldn't that be betraying James? And with his own uncle, of all people.

My mind screamed that this was wrong. But the drug kept clouding every thought.

Just then, Brian's phone rang.

It was James.

He quickly steadied his voice before answering. "Hey, James. What's up?"

James's familiar voice came through the speaker. "Just letting you know I'll be about two hours late. Got stuck working overtime."

Brian glanced in my direction. Something unreadable flickered across his face.

Two hours. More than enough time...

He forced a casual laugh. "No rush. I'll have dinner ready when you get home."

After hanging up the phone, Brian dropped the act completely. He walked straight over to me and repositioned me into an embarrassingly exposed pose.

The strange, restless sensation inside me flared up again.

Without the slightest hesitation, he began examining the doll with open curiosity, running his hand over it as if trying to figure out how such an expensive model had been designed.

The warmth made him pause in surprise.

"No way... This thing actually has an internal temperature control system? That's incredible."

Fascinated, he continued testing every feature he could find.

His rough fingertips brushed across the sensitive materials, and the lingering effects of the drug left me barely able to think straight.

It had been a long time since I'd been pushed to my limits like this.

Between the medication clouding my mind and his relentless curiosity, I felt as though I were drowning in a haze I couldn't escape.

The more intrigued he became, the bolder his actions grew.

Every exaggerated movement sent tremors racing through my body.

When Brian finally pulled his hand away, I almost felt relieved.

Then a faint, distinctive scent drifted through the air. My heart nearly stopped. I was terrified he had noticed it too.

But he didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Instead, he appeared even more impressed by the doll's realistic responses.

Still inspecting it with obvious fascination, he couldn't help praising it.

"No wonder James treasures this thing so much. A doll with features this advanced must've cost a fortune."