Chapter 2: Luo Qiaorou’s Secret

Retrieving the package fills Luo Qiaorou with anxiety, especially in ballet attire amplifying her sense of exposure. Normally she’d savor this illicit thrill, but now prays nobody reads the package labels.

—Xingcai Medical Stainless Steel Dilator, Yirui Disposable Cervical Balloon Catheter, Xiaoyao Le Pinhole Endoscope…

“Damn them! I specifically said not to label these clearly!”

Blushing fiercely, she clutches the incriminating side against her chest.

Fortunately, the courier used parcel lockers rather than leaving it with security – sparing her from nighttime retrieval missions.

Using pseudonyms for such purchases was necessary, though explaining to suspicious security guards remained unimaginable.

Entering the elevator like a thief, she prays for uneventful journey home.

Miraculously, she encounters no one en route.

Opening her apartment door to emptiness, she recalls her father’s three-day absence – his next appearance likely weeks away.

Though eager to unbox and begin dilation, crucial preparation remains.

In her bedroom, she expertly draws curtains and locks doors – essential rituals for illicit activities, even in empty homes.

Her spartan room features simple wooden furniture, deceiving observers about its feminine occupant.

Yet one corner explodes in pink: pastel curtains frame a yoga mat layered with plush bedding and stuffed animals, complemented by a pink computer desk and lace-adorned phone mount.

Lethal doses of girlish aesthetics.

This six-square-meter sanctuary starkly contrasts with the otherwise monotonous space.

Luo Qiaorou pulled aside the curtain and stepped into this pink maiden’s domain. Clad in her ballet attire, the rosy surroundings accentuated a unique sensual aura about her.

“Ahem… Today…” She cleared her throat, switching within seconds to a gentle, slightly seductive professional voice. “Today Yuu-chan also… *cough*… Today’s Yuu-chan also…”

Luo Qiaorou nodded, deeming the preparation sufficient. She secured her phone on the wall-mounted holder, activated video recording, and meticulously adjusted the angle to ensure no footage above her waist. Retrieving a box of absorbent sheets from under the bed, she placed it on the spot where she had been standing, then donned a Bluetooth headset with a microphone to guarantee clear audio capture.

With all preparations complete, she began today’s content recording.

“Today is Yuu-chan’s ballet practice day. Yuu-chan secretly climaxed multiple times in front of classmates, but luckily no one noticed.” Luo Qiaorou slid down her shoulder straps, gradually peeling off the skin-tight ballet leotard to reveal her exquisite figure. Beneath, she wore nothing—not even a bra—only two simple nipple covers.

“During leg stretches today, Yuu-chan couldn’t hold back her climax. Her body completely surrendered. Even now, Yuu-chan is climaxing~ Though nothing shows externally, inside she’s already a blissful mess~” On camera, Luo Qiaorou seductively rubbed her thighs together.

After removing the leotard, only her thick ballet tights remained. These specialized white tights, far denser than regular stockings, faithfully concealed the maiden’s lower body. Hooked fingers slowly pulled down the waist-hugging tights, the gradual exposure of her post-workout body radiating particular allure.

No panties lay beneath the tights. Instead, a smooth adhesive patch perfectly sealed her vulva, seamlessly blending into the tightly closed crotch.

This waterproof vulva patch was Luo Qiaorou’s most crucial undergarment for ballet class. Even when wearing nothing else, this sealant was mandatory. The perpetually aroused maiden’s abundant moisture combined with skin-tight attire ruled out sanitary pads (too visible) or tampons (insufficient containment), leaving the vulva patch as the only solution.

The drawback was bathroom inaccessibility while wearing it. Luo Qiaorou hadn’t found a better solution yet. Recently she considered trying catheters, having already acquired the equipment.

However, after purchase she felt no urgency—years of training had honed her endurance. With patch days limited to twice weekly, increased exercise-induced sweating alleviated discomfort. Thus, her “urination portal” remained unmodified.

As the patch slowly peeled away, the maiden’s tender honeyed slit emerged before the lens. The daylong-sealed flesh even emitted faint steam, resembling freshly steamed snow-white buns—delicate and appetizing.

When reaching the perineum, the moistened vulva lost adhesion. A gurgle released the day’s pent-up fluids, the lukewarm love juice trickling down to the tights bunched at her knees. A glistening thread now connected the white tights’ crotch to her slightly flushed slit.

“Mmm~” The lower body’s liberation made Luo Qiaorou tremble and clamp her thighs. The collision of slick inner thighs produced wet, slapping sounds.

In her dorm room, Luo Qiaorou no longer needed to suppress her sensitive constitution—especially when the camera demanded full expression.

“Yuu-chan obeyed big brother~ Wore panties properly~” The smooth, bare-vulva maiden whispered seductively into the microphone.

Allowing no time for doubt, Luo Qiaorou inserted fingers into her moist slit, fishing out a lace string. Pinching the damp lace between two fingers, she slowly extracted the “properly worn panties” from within.

She deliberately drew it out, eyes half-lidded with desire, seemingly savoring the lace fabric scraping against tender inner walls—the pleasure of gradual withdrawal from deepest depths.

The maiden’s breathing grew increasingly ragged…

As the black lace material emerged from pale flesh, it immediately expanded with love juices—a black lily blooming from pure maidenhood. The stark contrast created intense visual impact.

With the panties’ withdrawal, her soft thighs quivered. The headset transmitted increasingly wanton gasps as more fluids overflowed, stretching glistening threads between slit/tights and tights/floor. Pink-filtered soft lighting bathed the ballet maiden’s exquisite form, instantly intensifying the erotic atmosphere.

“Yuu-chan… ah~… Yuu-chan’s been good~ Danced… danced all day wearing panties properly~”

‘Yuu-chan’ removed her left Bluetooth earpiece, pressing the microphone against her youthful body. Slowly lowering it toward her abdomen in the camera frame, the device began capturing distinct, muffled vibrations.

The black lace panties were nearly fully extracted, yet the pale slit still gripped an internal string pulled taut but unyielding—connected to something deep within.

“Guess~ What’s still inside Yuu-chan’s tummy?” Luo Qiaorou’s voice blended lust with girlish mischief, purity and seduction merging in this obscene tableau—the imminent answer heightening arousal.

Her hand tightened on the lace panties, yanking out more string. Legs weakening with a whimper, the vibrations in the microphone softened momentarily. Repositioning the device lower restored clarity.

“Good Yuu-chan kept… kept her vibrator baby~ Safely carried in her tummy while dancing~”

External force finally dislodged the deepest intruder. The muffled buzzing amplified—an egg-sized vibrator emerging with a wet *pop*, releasing one final surge of fluids.

The emptied maiden braced herself, lingering phantom pleasure from the vacated slit leaving her weak and craving more.

Though longing to collapse on the floor, the video required a proper conclusion.

“You-chan” bit the microphone and continued whispering in a seductive tone.

“What would big brother like You-chan to have stuffed inside her tummy next time she dances?”

The video then closed. You-chan transformed back into ballet girl Luo Qiaorou.

The reason Luo Qiaorou had sufficient funds to support her interests was precisely because of her other identity – online “welfare girl” You-chan.

This profession carried significant risks as her videos circulated widely online. Yet from another perspective, the risks were minimal – no direct human contact was required, and with careful angle control, she didn’t even need to show her face.

She never did live streams, accepted photo orders, sold videos only to intermediaries, used fake IPs, and regularly replaced accounts/emails registered with black-market phone numbers bought from TaobXX. She didn’t even register on any platforms, conducting all transactions through email.

One could say the person trading with her probably didn’t realize she was the actual girl in the videos. After all, intermediaries could also purchase videos from other middlemen.

Admittedly, this approach drastically reduced her earnings. But for an eighth-grade girl completely unacquainted with luxury goods, this income was more than sufficient. Her exceptional figure and well-maintained vulva gave her considerable online popularity. For instance, that recent custom video earned her 2,000-3,000 yuan.

Some even offered 40,000 yuan for a night with her, which Luo Qiaorou naturally refused. She wasn’t actually short on money – she lacked only the kind of untraceable funds she could freely allocate. If her identity were exposed, the money would lose its purpose.

Moreover, being technically underage, shooting faceless videos was one thing, but meeting clients in person would bring endless trouble.

The faceless approach often drew attacks from peers claiming she must be ugly. While ordinary leaked videos being faceless was acceptable, they argued, even 2,000-3,000 yuan custom videos hiding her face was suspicious! LSPs (Lewd/Sexual Perverts) often joined the mockery, but Luo knew they mostly wanted to provoke her into revealing her appearance – a trap she wouldn’t fall for.

Anyway, her high-quality videos never lacked clients.

After finishing her work, Luo collapsed backward onto the bed, exhausted from the day’s activities – inserting vibrators, ballet practice, video shooting. The thought of upcoming video editing and filter adjustments made her weary. Being a “welfare girl” wasn’t easy. Probably tougher when working alone – she’d heard most peers had assistants.

Ten minutes later, Luo stood up and completely removed the tights from her legs, wiping off the cooled love fluid from her thighs. Naked, she threw her ballet practice clothes and tights into the washing machine – no strange odors allowed on her garments.

Next came dealing with the absorbent paper on the floor. Luo remained puzzled by her copious discharge – despite not drinking much water, the volume remained inexplicably large, leaving her feeling bloated every afternoon.

Shaking her head to dispel the thought, she collected the seven-eight layers of absorbent paper. This ultra-dry paper effectively protected her slightly expensive yoga mat from love fluid stains.

The paper wasn’t directly trashed. As a meticulous girl… well, thorough planner, Luo left no evidence. She crumpled the paper, tore it into pieces to prevent clogging, then flushed it down the toilet – perfect security.

Next came shower time. Cervical dilation, being quasi-surgical, required strict hygiene – especially thorough vaginal cleaning.

Vaginal cleaning wasn’t simple shower rinsing. It required a specialized vaginal irrigator. Post-shower Luo sat on the toilet assembling the device – a squeeze-type plastic bottle, tube, and vaginal nozzle, all sterilized with boiling water beforehand.

Connecting the nozzle to the bottle with the tube, Luo inserted it into her vulva until her cervix trembled slightly. The pinky-sized nozzle easily reached maximum depth, virgin-safe with no hymen rupture risk. Not that Luo needed to worry – she’d lost her virginity long ago.

After all, you can’t expect a promiscuous little girl who wears a vibrator to school every day to care about protecting her hymen.

The vaginal irrigation nozzle is a hollow plastic tube with openings at the top and sides. This allows liquid from the bottle to be pumped deep inside when pressing the pressure pump head.

A girl’s vagina is very tight, making it difficult to clean the deepest areas without this method. Regular vaginal irrigation can use medicated solutions or plain water without strict requirements. Luo Qiaorou usually uses plain water because she hates the smell of medicinal liquids.

As the catheter connected to the cleansing bottle entered her tightly closed orifice extending deep inside her body, Luo Qiaorou found the scene strangely erotic. She took out her phone to photograph it, thinking it might sell for good money.

Maybe someone would even pay to have her replace the liquid in the bottle with semen or similar substances?

Luo Qiaorou gently pressed the nozzle. Air in the catheter was pumped into her delicate passage first, creating a tiny cavity in the tightly pressed tender flesh that brought peculiar pleasure. Then warm water began flowing in, the warm current pouring directly into her deepest depths giving Luo Qiaorou a feeling of being creampied.

Though she’d never actually been creampied, that didn’t stop her fantasies. This icy-autistic beauty always played by herself, having barely interacted with boys her age.

Soon, air was forced out through her tightly closed tender flesh by the warm water, making wet squelching sounds that embarrassed Luo Qiaorou, though thankfully nobody else was present. Since her passage was so tight, nearly all the warm water remained inside after filling the bottle. She had to remove the irrigation nozzle, spread her delicate lips with both hands, and let the cleansing liquid slowly drain out.

Luo Qiaorou finished the irrigation when she felt most water had drained out.

Generally such irrigations should be minimized, as the vaginal pH balance and microbiome can be disrupted risking gynecological diseases. Even when performing it, Luo Qiaorou doesn’t do it thoroughly – just enough to maintain hygiene for cervical dilation.

When Luo Qiaorou started unpacking the parcel wrapped in a bath towel, the time had already reached 7 PM.