Chapter 1: Luo Qiaorou Wants to Insert the Vibrator into Her Uterus

The ballet studio at South City Art Academy was divided by a mahogany railing into two areas: a smaller left section with tables and chairs for parents or students to rest, and a larger right section for practice.

The wooden floor gleamed from the janitor’s polishing, reflecting ceiling lights into two neat rows. Equally orderly were the girls stretching by the wall, all wearing white tights and black leotards. With left ankles on the barre and right arms raised, they bent sideways rhythmically to the instructor’s counts.

Young bodies wrapped in black compression wear revealed slender, beautiful contours, radiating breathtaking youth and beauty.

Standing out even among these beauties was a petite girl named Luo Qiaorou.

Though not tall, her figure carried more maturity than her peers – an adorable slender waist paired with perky breasts that, while modest, appeared enticingly full against her ballet-tightened frame. Such proportions were rare for an eighth-grader.

The elf-like girl maintained an aloof expression that warned strangers away, yet the faint blush on her cheeks softened her icy demeanor into something shy and endearing.

White tights rubbed greedily against her soft skin with each stretch. Luo Qiaorou exhaled a misty breath, her sensitive body trembling slightly – a reaction she expertly concealed.

After all, carrying foreign objects in her little cave had become part of daily life.

Deep within the ballet girl’s body nestled a pink lady’s egg.

The stretching position made Luo Qiaorou anxious. Spreading her legs wide while that troublemaker stirred deep in her flesh cave felt like complete exposure. Yet she knew suspicion was impossible. The tight dancewear smoothed her lower body flawlessly. The wireless vibrator sat buried at her deepest point, crushed against her tender uterine entrance, its string concealed within sealed flesh folds without a trace.

To outsiders, she remained the perfect ballet girl – save for… at most… that subtle blush.

Though inserting cute toys had become routine, public settings still easily flushed her cheeks. Whether from maidenly shame or the simmering warmth in her lower abdomen remained unclear.

Searing passion brewed within her dancewear-clad youthful body, increasingly disrupting Luo Qiaorou’s control.

Though long accustomed to carrying strange objects internally, this hadn’t desensitized her. Instead, the constant carnal fullness bred dependency – even sexual addiction – transforming her from ordinary cute girl to a perpetually aroused, adorably lewd creature.

Luo Qiaorou’s Cuteness Level Increased!

Without her belly’s tiny resident, she’d sink into hollow melancholy.

Pressing her ankle while bending forward, a violent secret climax rippled through her abdomen. Her body tensed, legs instinctively clamping – forbidden during barre practice.

Trapped in this wide-legged stance, she rode the waves of climax under intense anxiety, driven by the toy deep within.

“Came again during stretches… Can’t resist at all. Just practicing, yet I…”

Ballet demanded elegance and focus. Behind her, the teacher called counts while classmates practiced meticulously. The studio echoed with the refined notes of Pelléas et Mélisande, wooden floors glowing under white lights, creating an atmosphere of disciplined sophistication.

Yet here, this lewd girl climaxed.

Secret orgasms during training brought intense guilt, but to protect her secret, she suppressed anxiety while continuing stretches. Years of ballet training let her maintain graceful movements even mid-climax.

Forced-down pleasure surged through the aroused girl – perhaps another form of intense training?

Though she could hide orgasms from others, the swirling sensations couldn’t fool herself. Luo Qiaorou’s adorable blush deepened.

Routine stretches ended, giving way to changement jumps and battement tendu exercises.

Luo Qiaorou’s posture was standard yet relaxed. No one could have imagined that this pure and elegant girl had a lewd vibrator stuffed inside her body.

Perhaps even while maintaining her graceful fourth position, she might be experiencing an orgasm.

After completing the entire routine, Luo Qiaorou, as a top student, received praise from the teacher today. In a sense, she deserved even more commendation. After all, it would be hard to find another girl who could flawlessly execute ballet movements while climaxing.

“Luo Qiaorou is so amazing, and she’s so pretty too,” the girls whispered during break time.

“I think she must be wearing makeup, at least some blush. But it looks so natural—hard to tell she’s wearing any,” observed a more meticulous girl with reasoned analysis.

“What does it matter? Xiao Luo is the cutest anyway.”

Luo Qiaorou heard many discussions about herself daily. The girls never avoided talking about her in her presence. Or rather, they deliberately did so precisely to enjoy her shy reactions to being discussed.

Though quite popular in this dance class, Luo Qiaorou had no close friends. On one hand, this was intentional—while secretly climaxing in public gave her a peculiar thrill, she deeply feared anyone discovering the secret hidden in her delicate depths. On the other hand, classmates here rarely met outside class.

This class taught not professional ballet but posture-focused ballet. Emphasizing poise and figure over technical rigor, it omitted potentially harmful toe work. All students here were ordinary girls who only trained on weekends.

Luo Qiaorou’s exceptional skills stemmed from professional ballet training in childhood. Her mother, a professional ballerina, had trained her from a young age.

In this class, as long as Luo Qiaorou didn’t initiate contact, she avoided “unnecessary” social entanglements.

With academic pressures mounting, she might leave this dance class next year. Since her parents’ divorce, living with her father meant no one pushed her to continue dancing.

As a child of divorced parents, Luo Qiaorou felt little distress—the sudden freedom delighted her. This pleasure-seeking girl now relished fewer watchful eyes, enabling her to experiment with previously unthinkable things.

For example—inserting a vibrator into her uterus.

For a second-year middle schooler, this idea was absurdly perverse. Yet she’d fantasized about it for so long she couldn’t pinpoint when it began.

Perhaps during childhood games of “house,” when she pretended marble “babies” in her tender slit. Or during baths when shower streams accidentally brushed her budding clit, sparking her first ignorant climax. Back then, she didn’t know her soft belly housed a uterus—a precious organ girls should never treat as a toy.

But she could feel it—every time she curled her toes, clenched her thighs, and rode that wave, a warm, blissful current flowed from deep within.

She wanted to fill that warmth, nurture it.

*Maybe I’m a pervert after all.* Luo Qiaorou had to admit she understood herself quite well.

Her sensitive body had introduced her to sexual sweetness earlier than peers. So early that even she couldn’t recall her first climax, though she knew it predated elementary school.

Memories before elementary school remained hazy, veiled in mist—present yet indistinct.

After starting school, her parents’ divorce tore away that opaque veil, thrusting her into reality where every experience became vivid and tangible.

She clearly remembered: by then, she’d already become a troubled child who couldn’t sleep without orgasms.

Living with her rarely present father post-divorce—he often traveled for work, sometimes not seeing her for weeks—the young Luo Qiaorou learned to manage smartphone payments and living expenses alone. Such parental neglect marked profound misfortune for a child.

Yet quiet, clever Luo Qiaorou never worried her father. Unlike peers who squandered money, she budgeted responsibly—except for… one “child-friendly” vibrator.

No vibrators are truly child-friendly. Hers was simply small enough for her youthful body to accommodate comfortably. This tiny device opened new doors for the girl.

Blushing as she browsed illicit websites on her phone, Luo Qiaorou learned “physiological knowledge” about girls’ bodies. When she first activated the vibrator inside herself, she became addicted to this wondrous sensation of internal disruption.

She craved deeper penetration, more intensity.

She supposed this was when the terrible idea of inserting the vibrator into her uterus took root.

Initial attempts failed miserably. Her tightly closed cervix blocked foreign intrusion—gentle pressure brought pleasurable weakness, but pushing further only caused pain.

Luo Qiaorou dared not act recklessly. She was terrified of accidentally landing herself in the hospital, where explaining the cause would bring a lethal dose of shame.

Yet she inexplicably yearned to experience this sensation. She desperately wanted to try what it would feel like to insert a vibrator into her uterus. After conceiving this idea, she spent hours researching materials online.

At least one conclusion became clear – a girl’s uterus could indeed accommodate certain objects.

There existed contraceptive devices called intrauterine devices (IUDs) inserted into the uterus to prevent pregnancy.

While Luo Qiaorou needed no contraception, she sought to understand the consequences of inserting a vibrator. The IUD served as a perfect reference point.

These intrauterine implements fell into two categories: inert and active. Inert IUDs relied on mechanical scraping from bodily movements and inducing aseptic inflammatory responses, typically made from silicone, stainless steel, or plastic. Active types included copper and hormonal varieties.

Copper IUDs released ions to thicken cervical mucus, blocking and disabling sperm while triggering stronger inflammatory responses than inert devices. Modern copper IUDs often incorporated indomethacin to mitigate excessive inflammation concentrated in cervical mucus.

Hormonal versions were straightforward – specially processed contraceptives inserted into the uterus, releasing microdoses daily.

Comparing vibrators to IUDs, they’d likely resemble inert variants.

Mild aseptic inflammation would barely register through the body’s self-regulation, especially for healthy young girls.

Despite being called “rings,” IUDs followed no strict shape requirement. Originating from desert traders placing stones in camel uteruses to prevent pregnancies.

Swapping stones for vibrators might work similarly… probably!

Luo Qiaorou affirmed her conviction – vibrators could indeed be inserted!

Yet uterine environments differed vastly from vaginal canals. Reckless insertion risked severe complications. Though IUD placement appeared simple, it required medical institutions and official records.

She’d never choose that path. Inserting static objects brought no pleasure anyway. Her goal was vibrators, not IUDs. As an ostensibly modest young girl, this secret must stay buried.

Though ordinary girls wouldn’t harbor such uterine experimentation ideas regardless.

Theoretical validation achieved, Luo Qiaorou immediately confronted practical barriers. Her cervical opening proved too narrow.

IUD insertion used narrow hollow applicators to compress flexible rings through the cervix into uterine depth with a push.

But vibrators’ diameters dwarfed applicators multiple times over, without compression feasibility.

Perhaps pregnancy-experienced women could manage, but for young Luo Qiaorou, forced insertion meant only cervical tears.

Horrific consequences with impossible explanations.

Thus emerged a bold plan – self-administered cervical dilation.

Step one: training her stubborn cervix to open obediently.

Luo Qiaorou pressed her white socks-clad thighs together, quietly savoring deep internal vibrations through her tender cervix. A curious warmth of pleasure slowly brewed within.

How long had passed since she began targeting her cervix with vibrations? From initial peculiar soreness to intermittent pleasure sparks, until now when the slightest touch made her tiny womb tremble with delight…

One year? Two?

Her perpetually aroused mind struggled to recall.

But one certainty remained – that secret place had now fully matured into a pleasure-sensitive organ~

While educating her rebellious cervix with vibrations, Luo Qiaorou awaited her youthful body’s maturation. Originally years from sexual maturity, constant stimulation induced precocious development.

Whether this proved beneficial remained unclear. Early maturation stunted her growth. Though tall in elementary school, she gradually became petite through middle school, likely maintaining this stature into high school.

However, for her who craves pleasure, exchanging lifelong development for the exploration of womb play might not have been something she ever regretted.

Today, Luo Qiaorou secretly enjoys the sensation of her cervical os being persistently stimulated by the vibrator.

The 5 o’clock bell rings, signaling the end of today’s training.

The dance studio atmosphere immediately relaxes, with students greeting each other before heading home, while Luo Qiaorou appears particularly eager.

For today holds special significance – she’s been restless since noon when seeing the delivery notification.

The cervical dilator she ordered online has arrived.

Today marks her first attempt to open her womb.

At this thought, Luo Qiaorou feels her petite womb burning with shyness. Her white-tights-clad thighs rub together, sweat-dampened hair clinging to her lips, her eyes brimming with a lustful allure.

Aroused yet frustrated by the deeply embedded vibrator’s inaccessibility, she can only endure the slow, inexorable build of pleasure from within.

Luo Qiaorou often lingers in this suspended state of desire, which paradoxically manifests as innocent shyness on her pure features.

After bidding farewell to classmates with the vibrator still inside, she departs carrying only a small pouch. Unlike others with change of clothes, she perpetually wears her ballet outfit.

Convenience explains part of this habit, but more importantly, the thrill of public exposure in dancewear with hidden vibrator.

Despite her inner perversion, she maintains an elegant, demure facade.

The ballet girl with concealed vibrator walks leisurely down the street.