Chapter 1
481 Words
My name is Luna Lynch, and I'm a student.
To my parents, I'm the obedient and sweet daughter they cherish. At school, I'm the model student, always striving for excellence, with good relationships all around.
But no one knows that deep inside, I harbor bold, provocative thoughts—I could never reveal to anyone.
And it all started just a few nights ago.
That evening, I came home from school like I usually did, only to find messages from both my parents saying they wouldn't be back.
My first reaction wasn't fear of being alone. Instead, a secret thrill surged within me.
I knew my chance had come.
The desire had been bottled up for so long, I'd almost forgotten what pleasure felt like.
I quickly locked the door and pulled out the treasured item I had hidden away in a password box.
Standing by the window, I stripped off every piece of clothing. Then, I turned it on, the buzzing vibration sounding unusually sweet at that moment.
I began to slowly rub my legs together, and when I was ready, I didn't hesitate to slide it in.
To make it more exciting, I deliberately left the curtains open, imagining someone admiring my seductive body from below. My face pressed against the glass, I watched the people moving about outside, my mind fantasizing that it was them behind me.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, like I was being watched by a venomous snake with no escape.
I glanced around but didn't see anything unusual.
Lost in the sensation, my mind went blank, and I couldn't think of anything else.
In that mix of fear and excitement, I reached my first climax of the night.
But my recklessness came back to haunt me. I was still sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, trying to recover from the intensity of it all.
Then, ding...ding!
My phone started buzzing with message after message.
Instinctively, I grabbed it, only to be shocked by what I saw.
They were pictures of me at the window, taken from every possible angle, even capturing the dazed, intoxicated expression on my face.
And then a teasing message followed. [Little kitten, you really couldn't wait, huh?]
Real fear gripped me then. It was one thing to do this alone at home, but if these pictures got out, how could I ever face anyone later?
Panicking, I picked up the phone with trembling hands and asked, [What do you want?]
His response was almost immediate, like he'd been waiting for my message. [Nothing much, just want to be friends, Luna.]
My heart sank, since he even knew my name. I lost all composure, and then sent a frantic voice message in a desperate, angry tone. [Who are you? How do you know my name? What will it take for you to delete those pictures?]
But there was no reply.
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