S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 12

The man didn’t trouble her as she dressed, but kept the toys on their lowest setting, teasing her sensitive spots.

Even so, every movement as she put on her clothes rubbed against the sensitive areas below, as if the massage rod pinned them in place, each motion sparking a shudder.

“I’m ready,” Chi Zaozao said into her phone, unaware he was watching everything through a feed.

He acknowledged her, then continued, “Keep the call open. I’ll guide you.”

The moment she stepped out, the three toys surged to life, vibrating fiercely.

“Ah!” Caught off guard, she cried out, her legs buckling briefly.

Thankfully, no one was nearby. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus, and took slow steps forward.

At the stairs, she hesitated. The vibrations were random, unpredictable, leaving her uncertain when the toys would flare up again.

One step… two steps… three steps…

As she prepared for the fourth, the toys jolted again, the buzz louder than before, more intense than previous bursts.

She clenched her teeth, one hand gripping the phone, the other clutching the handrail, panting.

A clim*x left her legs weak, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. She steadied herself, grateful for her low-heeled shoes.

“That quick?” His voice came through, teasing. Her hand trembled, and as if on cue, the toys’ intensity eased, now pressing against her cl*t.

Before another clim*x could hit, the toys fell silent.

She relaxed briefly, descending the remaining steps.

The ten-minute journey down a few steps left her drenched in sweat.

The club was quiet in the morning, and she encountered no one on her way.

But on the street, the glaring sunlight and bustling crowds reminded her that she was still wearing three toys.

“Are you outside?” He heard car horns through the phone.

“Yes,” she replied, orienting herself.

“Turn right out of the alley, walk two blocks, then turn right again.”

His sense of direction was impeccable. She turned right from the alley, passed the bar’s entrance, and continued down the street.

The toys stirred again, shifting from a faint pulse to a strong third gear. She tightened her hips, glancing around.

The busy street paid her no mind, but how could she be sure no one noticed?

She quickened her pace, but the torment below doubled.

After a few steps, she panted heavily. The vibrations intensified, and just as she neared a whimpering clim*x, they stopped abruptly.

As if nothing had happened, she feigned calm, though her composure was in tatters.

“If you don’t hurry, then in ten minutes, you’re going to lose control right on the street,” his voice urged her forward.

The vibrations persisted, and ample lubrication caused the rod to slip slightly. Her p*ssy clenched to hold it, but it only worsened the sensation.

She wanted to find a secluded spot to adjust the rod, but there was nowhere to hide.

Her steps quickened, her breathing grew laboured, the vibrations defying her will.

“Ugh…” She sighed softly. The vibrations had hit their peak, nearly pushing her to release.

“Still not hurrying?” he teased, laughing. “Two minutes left.”