Chapter 6: The Vibrator Girl’s Disaster

It was hard to describe Luo Qiaorou’s current feelings. She knew her sold videos might be resold or uploaded to adult sites, but she never expected to see one playing *at school*.

Sometimes, shocks just ambush you in daily life.

The morning had been peaceful—aside from arriving late and Chen Da whining about “limited homework-copying time,” everything was normal.

Luo Qiaorou sat comfortably with her vibrator, occasionally pondering how much her cervix could stretch tonight, like any ordinary eighth-grade girl.

Time flowed to post-lunch break. The classroom was nearly empty—most students were eating or wandering, teachers absent. Prime time for mischief.

Gaming on the projector, browsing the web on teaching computers, sketching teachers on the blackboard… these cabin-fevered brats went all out as long as they weren’t caught.

But Luo Qiaorou never imagined these idiots would dare play porn on the projector! Absolute insanity!

And of all things, it was *her* porn!

When Luo Qiaorou entered the classroom and saw the girl in a ballet outfit pulling a vibrator from her lower body on the screen, her mind went blank.

The massive projection showed it all—everyone saw her extracting the toy from her pussy!

This wasn’t just social suicide—it was a public execution-level exposure!

Chaos stormed her mind.

【Isn’t this the video I filmed last night?!】

【These middle school brats can’t be my clients!】

【Who the hell buys porn and plays it on the school projector?!】

【I shouldn’t have been exposed, right? I’m always careful when editing videos.】

【And I’m still wearing that ballet leotard from the video!】

If inner monologues were visible, Luo Qiaorou felt her aloof, friendless persona in class was probably completely shattered. But now the real issue wasn’t maintaining her image – the crucial question was whether these bastards knew the person in the video was her.

Fortunately, the answer came quickly.

As her thoughts spiraled, someone stopped the video. Luo Qiaorou’s heart sank as she glanced around the sparsely populated classroom – boys watching intently, girls peeking through covered eyes with equal focus.

【What’s this? Everyone was watching, but they stop when I enter? What does this mean? Why stop when I come in?】 She dreaded yet desperately wanted to know the answer.

“Brother Xiong, why stop? Keep playing, it’s not like a teacher came in.” The questioner was Sun Gang, the only Sun in class who inexplicably accepted being called “Little Grandson”. He was probably the only one bold enough to openly demand continuing porn playback in front of female classmates, though most boys and even some girls wanted it too.

Though Luo Qiaorou wanted the same answer, she currently wished to slap this “grandson” twice – since when was this free content?

“Class mascot present. No pollution allowed.” Brother Xiong on the podium made an X with his arms and ruthlessly pulled out the USB. “Look how scared our kid got. Come watch on my phone if you want.”

【Class mascot?】 Luo Qiaorou pondered this title before suddenly realizing the entire class was staring at her.

【When did I become some damn mascot? Wasn’t I the untouchable ice queen?】 Her eyebrow twitched as she realized there might be… slight discrepancies between her self-perception and actual class status.

【’Scared our kid’? Me? These junior high brats are watching MY videos!】 The silly girl burned with anger at being underestimated.

Though complex emotions swirled within her, at least it wasn’t her worst fear. If Brother Xiong had just closed the video while sneakily glancing at her without explanation, Luo Qiaorou might have lost sleep for a month.

【Good, they don’t know I made this.】 Though irritated at being looked down on, she finally relaxed.

Luo Qiaorou nearly fell into conspiracy theories – yesterday she uploaded a ballet-themed porn video, today her patron demanded she wear ballet clothes with a vibrator all day at school, and now classmates were watching her ballet porn. This chain of events felt terrifyingly deliberate, like targeted social suicide.

For now, everything still seemed coincidental.

Still uneasy, Luo Qiaorou pretended nonchalance as she sat down, ears straining to catch whispers from the third row behind.

That was Brother Xiong’s seat. These junior high brats were watching HER porn! And discussing it!

“The body’s insane! So pink and smooth! Are there really bald pussies like this? Where’d you get this video, Brother Xiong?”

Hearing her private parts freely evaluated brought both shame and secret pride. Yes, this young lady was indeed that pink. Though expensive maintenance helped, natural gifts mattered most.

“Bought it.”

Brother Xiong’s answer made Luo Qiaorou’s heart drop again, casting doubt on her wealthy patron.

“Damn, Brother Xiong’s loaded! Where? How much?”

“A Q group. Cost me ninety.”

【Fuck that! I’m way more expensive!】

Feeling insulted, she reconsidered – probably her patron resold it for profit. Common practice. From three thousand to ninety yuan, who knows how many hands it passed through? These resale Q groups moved fast. No added production cost, just bulk sales – some even got freebies or small profits.

Luo Qiaorou knew her niche fame and this ecosystem. Her videos always sold. But after today, she decided to be pickier with patrons – fewer resellers.

“Wow that’s pricey! You’re the man, Brother Xiong! Can you copy it for me?”

“Sure, classmate discount – ten per copy.”

“Deal! Send it later.”

An illegal transaction was thus completed within the sacred school walls, leaving both parties satisfied. Only Luo Qiaorou struggled to accept her continuously depreciating “value”.

“Tsk, so expensive! Money comes so easily these days. What do you kids know? No one’s actually that pink down there. These girls nowadays not only use beauty filters for their faces, but max out the filters for their privates too. Even if you photograph slippers, they’d look pink! It’s all fake. And that nonsense about keeping things inserted all day? At most they’ll put it in briefly during filming then take it out to show you. What girl could actually go about her day like that? You fools actually believe this crap and pay so much? The money’s practically growing on trees for them!”

【What the hell do you know? I never use stupid filters – I’m naturally this pink! And I’d never do unprofessional things like that! If I say I keep it in all day, I mean it! I’m literally wearing a vibrator right now! If you don’t believe me, I’ll…】

The sudden “expert commentary” infuriated Luo Qiaorou, yet she couldn’t refute it. Not being recognized was blessing enough – was she supposed to prove her natural pinkness and current vibrator status? That would be giving them free service. Biting her tongue, she felt her blood pressure spike listening to these mutts’ discussions.

“Shut your trap! Don’t you dare speak about You-chan like that! Don’t watch if you don’t like it!” Brother Xiong’s sudden “You-chan” address caught Luo completely off guard. Unexpectedly, he wasn’t just another pervert, but seemed to be an actual fan.

This was Luo Qiaorou’s first time hearing someone call out “You-chan” in real life. The feeling was indescribable, and if possible, she hoped to never experience it again.

“Never found ballet outfits sexy before. Feel like my fetish is awakening. Any ballet students in our class?” Chen Da’s voice carried over.

Luo’s heart skipped several beats. The realization that she wore the same ballet outfit as the “benefits girl” You-chan from the videos made her nervous. Even her bulky tracksuit couldn’t provide security – especially since the question came from her deskmate.

【What’s Chen Da implying? Not just wanting to copy homework, but wanting to copulate with me? Damn it, no more homework copies for him.】

She strained to hear the mutts’ reactions behind her, but the words blurred. Turning to look wasn’t an option.

Unbeknownst to her, Sun Gang was silently pointing at her back. Perhaps to avoid suspicion, he made no sound.

“Confirmed intel?” Chen Da lowered his voice.

“Confirmed. I live next to South City Art College. Saw her returning in ballet outfits several times – really stands out.” Sun Gang whispered back. “And looks good.”

“Both ballet… Could it be…” Chen Da glanced towards Luo. “Think there’s resemblance?”

“Impossible! Absolutely not!” Brother Xiong’s louder voice reached Luo. “Our class mascot’s purest cinnamon roll. What are you perverts thinking?”

“Got this interesting app.” Perhaps emboldened by Brother Xiong, Chen Da stopped hiding. “Wanna try?”

Chen Da placed his phone on the desk, opening an interface: “Universal Vibrator Remote – compatible with most market models. Instant max vibration to expose hidden sluts around you.”

“Chen Da you dog! Where’d you get this?” Sun Gang leaned in. “What kind of degenerate actually uses this?”

“Heh, found it by accident before. Never used it though.” Chen Da basked in the admiration.

“Even if works, that thing…” Sun Gang gestured vaguely. “Can’t possibly be worn daily.”

“Definitely useless. Our mascot would never!” Ironically, the You-chan fan became Luo’s staunchest defender.

“Just testing for fun. Doesn’t matter if works.” Chen Da casually pressed the activation button.

Luo missed the crucial context, her mind still processing.

【What are they testing? Mascot means me? What’s activating?】

Before she could piece it together, violent vibrations erupted from her core. The carefully maintained dam of pleasure accumulated all morning burst catastrophically. For the first time, the girl experienced completely uncontrollable climax.

Luo kept pretending to write, but her pen tore through the paper. Her flushed face displayed shock, lips pressed tight, watery eyes wide with disbelief. The flustered look held perverted charm – exactly like a girl whose vibrator got suddenly activated.

Under the desk, her feet braced against table legs. Knees clamped together in inverted-V position, upper body maintaining composure save for faint tremors.

Such control testified to her experience. Though accustomed to wearing vibrators in class and even climaxing before, those were always anticipated and managed.

This sudden, complete loss of control left Luo mentally blanked by the maliciously activated toy.

Fortunately, she maintained posture without obvious movements. The mutts behind couldn’t see her desperately clamped legs or shamefully adorable panicked expression beneath the desk.

【What’s happening? Is it broken? Did the switch get bumped? Why’s it suddenly so strong? I’m climaxing! Stop already! I only dare use this setting at home!】

Thankfully, the vibrator’s silence prevented exposure. Only the girl’s flustered composure risked betrayal as unexpected orgasm threatened.

Discreetly checking the remote, despair hit – the intensity couldn’t be reduced. Her hypersensitive body could only endure the silent assault, maintaining normalcy through the secret torment.

“Enough. Told you it’s not her.” Xiong-ge snatched Chen Da’s phone, locking it. “Put it away. Teacher’s coming for nap time. Play by yourself if you want – don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Not necessarily. Your app’s probably overhyped.” Sun Gang glanced between the clock and Luo Qiaorou. Though doubting she was “Yōu-chan,” part of him wished it true. “Besides, she might not even be wearing it today.”

At 1 PM sharp, the rule-breaking clique scattered like startled birds, leaving Chen Da alone with his doubts.

Scratching his head: “Really doesn’t work?”

【It worked. It really worked. And almost sent me over the edge.】 Now that her rebellious vibrator had calmed, Luo Qiaorou pieced together their conversation. Whatever they’d used, Chen Da definitely triggered that sudden frenzy.

They might suspect her connection to “Yōu-chan” from the videos. This was likely a test. Thankfully, she’d shown no tells – her secret remained safe. No one discovered the vibrator-equipped little pervert in class.

Even now, as she remained a fragile girl lingering in the afterglow of climax, it didn’t stop her from wanting to strangle that bastard Chen Da. 【Damn it, Chen Da you’re really something. Not only do you copy my homework every day, but you also tried to press my vibrator switch! Too much!】

“What were you discussing earlier? Something about mascots being useful or not?” Though the climax hadn’t completely subsided, Luo Qiaorou managed to keep her voice calm. She tried to gather more details to understand what had just happened.

Returning to his seat, Chen Da was astonished to hear his desk mate initiate conversation with him for the first time.

If asked whether Chen Da believed Luo Qiaorou was the “You-chan” from the video, he didn’t. Their auras differed too much. Luo usually gave off a simple, innocent vibe, while the You-chan in the video was overwhelmingly erotic – just hearing her voice could make people hard. The contrast was too stark.

His attempt was just teenage bravado between classmates. He never actually expected to succeed. Now being questioned by the person involved, he felt guilty and hurriedly hid his phone in the desk.

“Nothing important. We were discussing that… uh… Erhu eggs thing, the mascot stuff.” Chen Da noticed Luo’s normal expression, all suspicion gone. Though her face was slightly flushed, this was usual for her – looking rather cute. This was how the “mascot” nickname originated, though no one ever called her that to her face.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but Chen Da sensed a murderous glint in this mascot’s eyes.

【Erhu your damn eggs! Don’t even think about copying my homework from now on.】 Luo Qiaorou smiled sweetly, glanced at Chen Da’s desk, and replied with a simple “Oh, is that so.”

“The homeroom teacher just called me in. Told me to stop letting you copy my homework.”

“How could he know? I even intentionally copied some answers wrong!” Chen Da visibly panicked, which secretly pleased Luo.

“He saw you copying.” Luo fabricated the lie effortlessly.

“I’m always super careful!”

“If you were really that careful, I wouldn’t have been summoned. Handle your own homework from now on.”

“Come on! Mom! Can I call you Mom?”

“No. I don’t have such a son.”

Chen Da was stunned by Luo’s retort. He never expected the usually simple-minded Luo to be so quick with comebacks. Strangely, being insulted like this gave him an inexplicably pleasant feeling.

Now he started worrying about future homework. Of course actually doing it himself wasn’t an option – he’d just find someone else to copy from. Though it wouldn’t be as convenient as copying from Luo.

Watching Chen Da’s distress, Luo smiled triumphantly at her small revenge.

【Jerk! Serves you right for messing with my vibrator!】

The noon incident had exhausted her physically and mentally – the porn broadcast followed by the vibrator activation was both psychological and physiological torture. Soon the homeroom teacher arrived to monitor lunch break. The chattering ceased instantly, plunging the classroom into silence. In this environment, Luo Qiaorou laid her head on the desk and quickly fell asleep.

However…

Buzz buzz buzz!!

【!!!】Half-asleep Luo Qiaorou felt intense vibrations resurfacing from deep within her body.

Having experienced something similar before, Luo Qiaorou didn’t lose composure like the first time. Though her legs still involuntarily pressed together, she quickly regained clarity about the situation upon waking.

The vibrator inside her had been activated again by some bastard! Unlike the noisy environment after meals, the quiet classroom during nap time allowed her to hear the vibrations buried deep in her soft abdomen. However, the vibrator was inserted quite deep – she had been using this particular one for a while and knew its soundproofing capabilities well. She estimated only someone in “negative distance contact” could hear the vibrations. Others would need to press their ears against her belly to detect it, so sound exposure wasn’t an immediate concern.

Though the vibrator suddenly reached full power, Luo Qiaorou maintained perfect composure this time. She stealthily glanced at her deskmate – sure enough, Chen Da was playing with his phone.

Testing the switch? Probing me?

Luo Qiaorou secretly retrieved her own remote to reduce vibration, but it proved useless, just like at noon. She deduced the problem must lie with Chen Da’s phone – his obvious attempt to hide it in the desk drawer during lunchtime questioning was too telling.

【So his phone can control my vibrator?! How?! Is he testing me now?】

She wanted to ask but didn’t dare, even avoiding showing any abnormality. If Chen Da was truly testing her, any reaction would deepen his suspicion.

The poor girl subjected to full-power vibrations could only pretend to sleep while observing her deskmate.

Fortunately, Chen Da’s phone usage was easy to monitor. With left hand pillowing his head pretending to sleep and right hand holding phone on his knee, hidden by the desk and wall-side position… he was reading web novels.

Enduring unreasonable vibrations for ten minutes, Luo Qiaorou confirmed Chen Da was genuinely reading novels without testing her – he never even glanced her way. Yet her vibrator definitely activated whenever he opened his phone. Only one possibility remained – some background app!

To verify, Luo Qiaorou pretended to wake up stretching (though actually experiencing another orgasm). To ensure afternoon alertness, homeroom teachers enforced naps, but minor movements like stretching were tolerated as long as students resumed sleeping.

But a certain vibrator-equipped girl couldn’t sleep now.

To avoid suspicion, Luo Qiaorou pretended to accidentally discover Chen Da’s novel-reading while stretching. Regardless of whether he wondered about her discovery, she needed plausible deniability – she was the meticulous type who covered all bases!

“Chen Da, don’t play with your phone during nap time. You’ll be tired this afternoon.” Luo Qiaorou ‘kindly’ whispered to avoid teacher attention.

Chen Da glanced sideways, seemingly puzzled by his usually silent deskmate’s sudden concern.

“I can’t sleep. Don’t mind me.”

This complicated things for Luo Qiaorou.

“Careful the teacher catches you.” The vibration-overwhelmed girl wanted Chen Da to put away that damned phone.

“I’ve always done this without issues.”

Luo Qiaorou’s twitched. Despite the bastard’s full-power vibrations, she maintained elegance.

“Teacher’s coming.” The nearing-orgasm girl wanted no more arguments.

Then she witnessed master-level sleight of hand – lock screen, slide into book gap, retract hand, desk-plopping – executed silently without visible movement.

【Young man, if your vibrator ever gets suddenly turned on one day, I hope you can handle it as calmly as this】 Mission accomplished, Luo Qiaorou pressed her remote. As expected, the rogue vibrator quieted – the culprit was indeed Chen Da’s phone.

Dragging her post-orgasm weary body, Luo Qiaorou tried sleeping again. But within three minutes, terrible vibrations resumed.

“You’re messing with me. The teacher’s been reading at the podium.” Seeing Chen Da retrieve his phone again, Luo Qiaorou felt physically and mentally exhausted. Why couldn’t he just sleep instead of reading trashy novels?

“You should rest at noon, Chen Da. Constant phone use… isn’t good.” Mid-sentence, another sudden orgasm nearly broke her vocal control.

“Why so nosy today? Never saw you this annoying before. I’ve always been like this. Leave me alone.”

【If you’d stop randomly activating my vibrator, I wouldn’t give a damn about you! Even if you want to play with your phone, can’t you clear those damn background apps, you bastard!】 Luo Qiaorou couldn’t voice her grievances. Though this idiot seemed oblivious to her strained voice earlier, she dared not risk telling him to clear background apps.

Dear brother, could you please clean up some random app on your phone that might accidentally harm an innocent little girl with a vibrator inserted? Of course, that poor girl definitely isn’t me. I just think you should clear your background apps when using your phone~

To be honest, Luo Qiaorou probably achieved similar effects to that previous approach. It’s too obvious, even more conspicuous than “I have a friend”. Even the dumbest person would sense something’s wrong.

And having reminded him twice to turn off his phone, Luo Qiaorou felt she’d been obvious enough. Normally being quiet and aloof, suddenly harping on one matter would arouse suspicion. She somewhat regretted her approach to handling relationships.

Now she could only endure the villain rampaging deep in her delicate garden, bowing her head to pretend her climax-sensitive body was resting.