S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 2
Water cascaded over Chi Zaozao’s body. Her fingertips delved gently, coaxing the glistening moisture from her sensitive core. She removed the showerhead and rinsed the slightly red and swollen area.
When she came out, she was a graceful young woman, dressed anew.
“Zaozao, the data’s been processed. This toy’s design and performance are excellent. It should sell well,” said the man who had earlier recorded her reactions with cold precision. He turned, glancing at the freshly showered Chi Zaozao.
She nodded. Her intense product testing had not been in vain. But new products needed constant development. Resting on the success of one toy would lead to them being left in out in the race.
“Brother Liu, I’ll head out now. If I have new ideas, I’ll message you on WeChat,” she said. Her flexible work hours allowed her to leave once her tasks were complete.
The man nodded, returning to his analysis of various data points.
Chi Zaozao, meanwhile, set off for a club she had booked in advance, seeking inspiration for her next toy.
The club was tucked away at a street corner in the bustling city centre. To most, it appeared as an ordinary bar. But for those like Chi Zaozao, who had reservations, a narrow alley led to another world.
She was no stranger to this place. With ease, she located an unremarkable door in the alley, knocked, and showed her phone’s confirmation to the security guard, who let her pass.
Unlike others, this area hosted public performances every few days, and other times, it just resembled a typical bar.
“Jesses, you’re here!” A woman in a hot outfit greeted her, perched at the bar with a cocktail in hand, raising it in welcome.
Everyone here used a pseudonym, concealing their true identities.
Chi Zaozao’s was Jesses.
The woman was Tina, a friend she had met at the club.
“You’re just in time. There’s a public discipline session starting. Some girl angered our RK,” Tina said.
This was an SM club, a haven for enthusiasts who could not stay away, though others might view its patrons as psychologically abnormal.
Chi Zaozao raised an eyebrow. RK rarely appeared, so for him to conduct a public discipline session, the girl must have truly provoked him.
As her footsteps drew closer, the crack of a whip and muffled whimpers grew clearer.
The front row was filled with the club’s women, their expressions tense as they stared at the elevated stage, flinching at each whip’s snap.
Spectators sat in chairs below, some in pairs, watching the spectacle.
Chi Zaozao found a seat. Tina mentioned that she was meeting someone, and once she ensured Chi Zaozao was settled, she left.
Onstage, a masked man revealed only his eyes and mouth. His dark, icy gaze chilled the air.
The girl, blindfolded with a gag ball in her mouth, radiated amplified fear.
The whip sliced through the air with a crack, striking her body. Each lash drew a muffled whimper and a shudder.
Her bare back bore whip marks, yet no mark overlapped. Each was precise, identical in direction and force.
Despite his anger, the man remained utterly composed in handling the girl who submitted at his feet.
Chi Zaozao’s breath hitched. Her legs crossed tightly, the friction sending waves of ple*sure through her. The scene before her felt as though the whip struck her own body.
“Already overwhelmed by this?” A low, deep voice murmured behind her. Chi Zaozao’s eyes widened, her breath halting.