I Faked a Doll, His Uncle Touched Me

Chapter 3

Brian glanced down at the stained sheets, and only then did regret flash across his face.

He quickly stepped away and grabbed a handful of tissues, carefully wiping everything clean.

"I looked away for one second, and it ended up like this. I'd better inspect it more carefully later. If I leave the sheets like this, James is definitely going to notice."

His words made my cheeks burn.

I couldn't even decide whether that counted as a compliment or an insult.

James had teased me about the same thing before. Whenever we got caught up in the moment, he'd laugh and say I completely lost control. Back then, I'd always taken it as playful flirting.

But hearing something similar from someone else, especially from Brian, made embarrassment wash over me all over again.

No matter how bold I'd ever been, it had always been with my boyfriend.

Now it was his uncle standing beside me.

And despite everything, my body kept betraying me. Especially after the overwhelming wave the medicine had already dragged me through.

How could I still be reacting like this? Even knowing it was only the drug...

Tears threatened to fill my eyes. This was all my own fault.

If I hadn't come up with this ridiculous plan, none of this would've happened.

Thankfully, the medication seemed to be wearing off. I could finally feel tiny bits of strength returning to my body.

I had to move. I had to tell him the truth.

I wasn't some custom-made doll. I was James's girlfriend.

But if I admitted it now, how could Brian and I ever face each other again?

No matter how I thought about it, there was no good ending.

Before I could make up my mind, Brian leaned in again.

Seeing my lower abdomen tense involuntarily, he lowered his head without another thought.

Before I could process what he was doing, I felt a different kind of softness exploring me with unabashed curiosity.

Brian was actually doing that.

Shock flashed through me, but the lingering effects of the drug quickly blurred my thoughts into a haze.

My lips parted slightly, my gaze growing unfocused.

It felt overwhelming...

He seemed far too experienced, and I felt as though I was about to lose myself completely.

After a brief shudder, Brian finally paused. He tasted what was left behind, wiped it away with absentminded fascination, and only then lifted his head.

"It even has a scent? This thing is unbelievably realistic."

He shook his head in amazement before muttering to himself, "I have to come up with an excuse to ask James where he got it. I might order one myself."

His gaze drifted to the part of me I had always been the proudest of.

He covered my boobs with both hands once again, letting out a quiet sigh of appreciation as he tested just how lifelike they felt.

The pale curves shifted beneath his touch, gradually flushing with color, looking even more convincing with every passing second.

I was always careful, barely brushing over them even when I showered. Now they were being handled so freely.

I bit down hard, forcing myself to swallow every sound threatening to escape, but the haze clouding my mind made it harder and harder to stay in control.

The effects of the drug were beginning to wear off, yet my body had already become unbearably sensitive.

Even the slightest movement was enough to make me tremble.

Meanwhile, my uncle finally exposed himself, clearly intending to finish what he had started without wasting any more time.

I stole a quick glance. The sight alone made my breath catch.

It was far larger than I had imagined. 'Could I really handle that...?'

With the drug still lingering in my system, every sensation already felt twice as intense.

For reasons I couldn't explain, my heartbeat quickened again, and the restless feeling I'd been trying so hard to suppress came rushing back.

Just then, his phone lit up. Another message from James.

He unlocked the screen. The second he read it, his face changed.

"What? This kid's coming home early? He's already downstairs?"

The color drained from Brian's face. My heart nearly stopped.

If James walked in now, neither of us would ever be able to explain what he was looking at.

Brian hurriedly tried to straighten the room, his movements suddenly frantic.

Before he could finish, the front door unlocked.

A second later, James's voice echoed through the apartment.

"Uncle, you home? Why aren't you answering my texts? Were you busy?"