Chapter 10: Uterine Live Stream

It was utterly perverted. Even Luo Qiaorou thought this went beyond reason.

Yet… Why had she agreed? Just imagining it made her face burn crimson.

Refusing meant her real information might be exposed. Moreover, following Mr. A’s demands wouldn’t reveal her identity. Plus, there might be substantial money involved.

Luo Qiaorou concocted numerous justifications, but livestreaming her uterus… during the cultural festival…

She was supposed to perform ballet on stage!

However regretful, there was no turning back now. Mr. A’s terrifying familiarity with her situation – even knowing about her scheduled performance – left her no choice.

Who was Mr. A? Could it be someone from school? If so… would he be watching from the audience during her performance? This was…

Overwhelming shame derailed her thoughts.

No more thinking. Just endure that day, then forget everything.

That night, Luo Qiaorou began preparing Wednesday’s livestream equipment as instructed – mysterious gadgets from the large cardboard box.

The “uterine live stream” involved broadcasting her internal visuals. Mr. A explained this was common and popular on Site S. The egg vibrator inside her was actually part of this setup.

Site S operated on the dark web – an illegal porn platform requiring special access. Login required a black card bearing auto-generated credentials with graphical passcodes.

The complex login process hinted at hidden depths. Luo Qiaorou’s logged-in account “Youko” already had VIP content-collecting posts and 10k+ followers. High-quality users here could easily “support eight Luo Qiaorous.”

Obviously, Mr. A had cultivated this account.

Initially imagining starting fresh, Luo Qiaorou realized her naivety. Fortunately, targeting foreign markets and robust privacy security minimized exposure risks.

Among the props, a puzzling nunchuck-like device stood out. One end featured pearl anal beads, the other a transparent cylinder on black base connected by detachable wires – its purpose now clear.

The anal bead section housed wireless systems and battery. The cylindrical camera would expand inside her vagina, clearly transmitting visuals via embedded optics.

In her bathroom, applying lubricant to oversized anal beads, Luo Qiaorou wavered. Though accustomed to daily egg vibrators, rear-end experience remained limited. The bead’s goose-egg-sized tip daunted her.

The protrusion stretched past her navel. Using body weight on a stool, she finally seated the massive plug, leaving only a mushroom-shaped base externally connected.

Unaccustomed to such rear fullness, strange pleasure bubbled upward, coloring inexperienced Luo Qiaorou’s cheeks.

The vaginal camera approached similar dimensions. Fully inserted, it threatened to elevate her small uterus by centimeters.

Noticing an unattached black rod inside, Luo Qiaorou photographed it. The quail-egg-tipped device connected to base via elastic cord.

“Oh, that’s the microphone,” Mr. A’s puzzling reply arrived.

“?” Luo Qiaorou directly expressed her confusion.

“It’s a microphone, to be inserted into your uterus.”

Luo Qiaorou lost count of how many times she had mentally cursed Mr. A as a pervert today.

Through Mr. A’s explanation, Luo Qiaorou finally understood how to wear this transparent cylinder.

Luo Qiaorou returned to the pink corner of her dorm room, reusing the setup previously installed for the cervical dilation balloon. The transparent cylinder could be detached from its black base and needed to be inserted first. The thick cylinder felt like inserting an oversized dildo, though its rounded edges prevented pain despite the intense stretching sensation. The hollow cylinder allowed external air to enter, giving Luo Qiaorou the feeling of being opened with a speculum – which this device functionally resembled.

When fully inserted, her pink cervical os became completely exposed. Though her uterus already contained a silver bullet vibrator, today required inserting another small device. Using oval forceps, she guided the round-headed microphone on a black rod toward her cervix. Without cervical softening agents, the microphone – slightly larger than the dilation balloon – gradually penetrated her uterine cavity with a tingling fullness, pressing firmly against the internal vibrator under uterine pressure.

After inserting the microphone, her temporarily stretched cervix quickly closed around the black rod, creating a lewd appearance. The rod’s end connected to the base via a black cable. Having learned from past experiences, Luo Qiaorou tested the rod and cable’s durability, satisfied that her uterus wouldn’t unexpectedly gain another “resident”.

With both microphone and cylinder in place, the black base could be attached. However, a minor issue remained – the equipment wasn’t designed for middle school girls. Four centimeters of the device protruded externally, completely unacceptable for stage performances in ballet attire.

The solution was brutally simple: Mr. A provided a thong-style chastity belt. After connecting the anal plug’s wire to the base’s waterproof port, Luo Qiaorou donned the special thong. Its crotch area consisted only of a thin string, which she used to forcibly press the entire device into her vagina by pulling upward against her hip bones.

Her tender flesh gradually engulfed the massive foreign object. The thong’s string dug deeply into her labial cleft while the side straps formed a sharp V-shape against her pelvis. Though the hip fabric provided cushioning, the intense internal pressure remained impossible to ignore.

Used to simple vibrators, this was her first experience being completely filled – from vagina to uterus, even her rectum felt stretched.

Attempting to retrieve another component from the floor, the mere act of bending over caused the internal device to thrust against her uterus, sending waves of pleasure that made her tremble.

“Seriously… How am I supposed to dance like this?” Luo Qiaorou couldn’t help worrying about her upcoming performance.

Enduring the massive intrusion, she crouched instead of bending to pick up the control terminal. This device, previously mistaken for a vibrator controller, actually served as the broadcast equipment’s command center. It could configure uterine vibrators and control both internal cameras through special high-bandwidth wireless signals. As S Station’s proprietary equipment, it enabled direct HD livestreaming alongside device configuration.

Activating the vaginal camera revealed shockingly clear internal imagery. Professional lighting differed completely from her online purchases – natural-toned illumination exposed every delicate pink fold as if physically spread open, making Luo Qiaorou flush with shame. Worse, the uterine microphone captured internal sounds she’d never noticed before: intestinal contractions, uterine movements, and – she realized with dread – the impending vibrations’ resonating hum that would broadcast raw to strangers online.

No matter how elegantly she comported herself daily, none of it mattered now. Her secret pleasures, private spaces, deepest sensations, and hidden orgasms would all be laid bare before anonymous viewers.

To ensure flawless Wednesday performance, Luo Qiaorou rehearsed in ballet attire with activated vibrators. The fluffy translucent tutu stood horizontally, white tights smoothing her crotch area. Standing gracefully, Mr. A’s equipment remained completely hidden – no one could guess the proper ballerina’s internal violations.

While maintaining elegant poise, the tablet cruelly displayed real-time images of her climaxing uterus, faithfully broadcasting the vibrator’s buzzing resonance.

It’s just… too humiliating…

Though her expression remained calm and elegant, Luo Qiaorou’s face burned crimson.