VBNWDW - Chapter 159
Chapter 159
"Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you."
The slightly apologetic voice was crisp, pulling Xi Zhoulu's rationality back just a fraction, allowing her to easily see the wickedness hidden beneath Luo Yueqing's apology. Her grip on the wheelchair's armrest tightened further, knuckles turning white.
Too much…
Xi Zhoulu unconsciously bit her lower lip, forcing the fragmented sounds that threatened to escape back down her throat.
She didn't know if it was her imagination. Luo Yueqing had repeatedly assured her that this thing was absolutely silent.
Once it was inside her body, even if two people were pressed tightly together, not a sound could be heard. Yet the rhythmic buzzing in her ears wouldn't stop, constantly reminding her of its presence.
She still remembered what the thing looked like: entirely white, shaped like a crescent moon. The outer surface was smooth and flat, able to fit against fabric so no one could tell it was there. But the interior was a different story. The front end had a small suction opening, and behind that was a slightly curved cylinder that pressed inwards. Now, following the instructions, Luo Yueqing had meticulously attached it to her body.
Sensing her distraction, Luo Yueqing, with a hand casually in her pocket, pinched the remote and pressed a button. The number on the small screen immediately jumped from two to three.
The buzzing grew louder. Xi Zhoulu's expression changed, and she quickly lowered her head to hide it. Her back, pressed against the wheelchair, stiffened even more, causing the chair to shake visibly with a creak.
Fortunately, the surrounding environment was noisy, and no one noticed anything amiss.
The supermarket seemed to be holding half the city's population. Young couples were engaged in nauseating displays of affection, children ran between the shelves, and adults shouted reprimands. There were even people in front of and beside Xi Zhoulu.
The closest one, naturally, was the woman Luo Yueqing had just apologized to—the one the wicked creature had deliberately pushed Xi Zhoulu into.
"No problem, no problem, I wasn't watching where I was going either," the woman replied upon hearing Luo Yueqing's apology. A glance at Xi Zhoulu, and she immediately chose to forgive.
At this point, they should have gone their separate ways, but how could the wicked creature let it go so easily?
Suddenly pointing at the woman's shopping cart, Luo Yueqing exclaimed delightedly, "How are those pan-fried buns? I looked everywhere for them but couldn't find any."
The other woman naturally wouldn't refuse such an approach and quickly responded.
Xi Zhoulu's grip on the armrest tightened, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her palms.
She had never imagined such a tiny object could have such immense power. Sensations, both in front and inside, washed over her in wave after wave, constantly pushing her towards the edge of losing control.
The conversation continued, but all she could hear was the buzzing.
She struggled to lift her eyes, but all she could see was the other woman's casually draped hair, the tips of its wine-red strands slightly curled, as wicked as the smile curving her lips.
Her back, pressed against the chair, straightened further. Her gray-blue eyes grew hazy with a thin film of moisture. Afraid of being seen, she quickly lowered her gaze again.
It was unbearable.
The black suit pants were stained a darker color, the dampness spreading down towards the hem. If someone were to lift her up, they would see the entire wheelchair seat soaked.
Her rationality crumbled amidst the buzzing, the sensations growing sharper and sharper.
Unlike Luo Yueqing's usual touch, this machine was rigid and efficient, continuing its work relentlessly according to the rhythm of the remote. Even her legs, numb for so long, could feel it. Her abdomen tensed and tensed again.
Again… one more time…
Just as the wave was about to crest, a thumb abruptly pressed down on the remote, and every sensation was instantly suspended.
Her blank mind slowly cleared, and she could once again hear their conversation.
"I saw great reviews for it online."
"Really? I saw it online too. I've bought it several times, and the taste is really good."
The enthusiastic voices held not a trace of strangeness. The sweat on the back of her hand was dried by the air conditioning, feeling slightly cool.
Was it over?
Xi Zhoulu breathed a sigh of relief. She had been on the verge of losing control just now…
Thankfully, she hadn't. Thankfully.
Her peripheral vision swept across the area, people everywhere.
Her released lower lip was shiny with moisture, a fragile, alluring flush coloring her features.
But in the next second, the dormant device roared back to life. A thumb pressed down again and again, the number on the screen surging to ten.
Her gray-blue eyes instantly lost focus. Her body, beneath the gray suit, trembled uncontrollably, as if on the verge of breaking down at any moment.
Too fast, too fast.
It was truly too fast. Xi Zhoulu wanted to beg for mercy, but feared the fragmented sounds would be heard by others. The sensations that had been halted all at once now compounded, pushing her to the very edge of collapse.
Don't… not like this…
"Thanks for the advice, I'll go check it out now," the instigator of it all was still smiling, thanking the other woman as she began pushing the wheelchair again.
Xi Zhoulu couldn't hear clearly anymore. Her senses were completely overwhelmed. She only knew the buzzing wouldn't stop as she was pushed forward and onward, as if there were no end.
The numbers on the remote went up and down, up and down, like some illogical game. The wheelchair rolled through every part of the supermarket. Droplets slid down the metal frame, splashing to the floor, trampled by countless feet.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally bent down, leaning close to Xi Zhoulu's ear with a soft laugh: "I told you to wear a diaper, but you wouldn't. Now look at this mess."
"You wicked thing."
Her voice dissipated. Xi Zhoulu tried to retort, but only broken sounds escaped. Before she could even voice half a syllable, Luo Yueqing reached out and covered her mouth.
The ever-smiling woman's face darkened as she stated coldly: "If you make a sound, it'll be doubled."
Xi Zhoulu had no time to respond. The buzzing grew louder, drowning out everything.
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