S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 1

“Mmm…” The girl on the recliner flushed with aro*sal, her eyes half-closed, m*ans spilling from her lips. Her blouse remained neatly buttoned, but below, her body lay exposed, nothing left to the imagination.

Through the thin fabric of her shirt, two erect n*pples were faintly visible, each covered by an electrode pad. Black wires trailed from them, leading to a red vibrating egg affixed to her clitoris.

Her hands gripped the armrests of the recliner, fingertips slightly curled. Between her thighs, the occasional glimpse of pink flesh appeared as her legs rubbed together.

The buzzing of the toy filled the room, making her gasps seem less solitary.

Across from her, a man observed with cold detachment, an iPad in hand, meticulously recording her reactions.

“Ugh…” The girl’s body began to tremble violently, her expression dazed, her lips parting and closing as she gasped for air.

“Ha… ha…” She felt herself nearing the peak. Her legs clamped tightly together, and with a final “Ah…” she let out a heavy breath. Her mouth, open for so long, allowed a glistening trail of saliva to escape, sliding down her neck and disappearing into her hair.

The man pressed the stop button on his tablet. The buzzing ceased abruptly, leaving only the girl’s faint panting and his icy words: “Well done.”

He stepped forward and began removing the devices from her body. First, he detached the vibrating egg from her cl*toris. As he did, a thread of her ar*usal clung to both the egg and her sensitive flesh, reluctant to part.

Inside her, a pink d*ldo remained, along with a urethral rod designed to stimulate the urethra. One end was inserted into her v*gina in the front, and the other into her an*s in the back. When the man touched it, her body twitched again, her v*gina tightening briefly. That momentary clench caused the rod’s soft bristles to brush against the folds of her inner walls, eliciting another m*an.

The massage rod was thick, only slightly narrower than her wrist. As he began to withdraw it, a sliver of pink inner flesh was briefly exposed.

The rod in her anus and the one in her v*gina were separable, connected by a magnetic clasp. When the man unfastened it, the slight force caused both rods to vibrate briefly. The thin membrane between them was pinched for a mere second, but it was enough to make the girl gasp, her neck arching slightly.

The rod in her v*gina was removed next. Its bristles, coated in her ar*usal fluid, glistened as they pulled free, drawing a silvery thread in the air that snapped and fell onto her thigh. The cool sensation made her leg muscles tense briefly.

The most challenging was the device in her an*s, not a single rod but a string of an*l beads. Each bead, as it was withdrawn, pressed against her, while the remaining beads inside continued to stimulate her inner walls.

The man worked slowly, careful not to harm her, but the process was its own torment. The girl tried to sit up, intending to remove the beads herself, but a contraction in her an*s stole her breath, and she collapsed back onto the recliner.

The ordeal finally ended. The man, expressionless, began cleaning the devices. The girl’s legs were still weak. When her feet touched the floor, they buckled briefly. She steadied herself against the recliner for a moment before shuffling toward the bathroom in the room.

Her name was Chi Zaozao, a s*x toy designer. What she had just endured was merely a test of a new product. As she often said, if a toy can’t even excite its creator, it shouldn’t even be sold.

And since the workshop was short-staffed, she had taken on this task upon herself.