Chapter 7 Mr. A’s Gift

So infuriating!

Walking home with her pussy swollen with love juices, the sanitary pad blocking the deepest part completely soaked. The cervical balloon tugged by its tube sent phantom pleasures drilling into her tiny womb with each step, turning simple walking into masturbation. Yet this half-hearted stimulation only brought incomplete satisfaction – like goose feathers tickling the heart, spring breeze caressing breasts, keeping her desire-filled young body suspended in limbo.

Damn you, Chen Da!

Beneath loose school uniform hid ballet attire clinging to her petite figure. The tight dancewear outlined her trembling, eager breasts. Lustful breaths formed mist clouds blurring vision. She desperately wanted to clamp her white-stockinged legs but dared not be obvious, instead gripping backpack straps to vent frustration while her hungry little womb remained unsatisfied.

Luo Qiaorou’s current predicament wasn’t from the vibrator’s torment – quite the opposite. The toy hadn’t moved since third period, leaving her in this frustrated, disheveled state.

The vibrator inside her had been drained by that bastard Chen Da’s phone usage.

Luo Qiaorou was furious, but Chen Da remained oblivious.

She never noticed how often that idiot played with his phone in class. Worse, the app kept running in background without closing, activating whenever unlocked. That jerk never cleared background processes either.

After lunch break and three afternoon classes, even Luo Qiaorou struggled with frequent climaxes. Love juices trapped by waterproof pads made her feel swollen. Remarkably, the top student kept up with lessons and even finished homework during breaks.

Truly an honor student – expanding her cervix while maintaining academic performance.

But after fourth period’s battery died, her pleasure-saturated body gradually emptied. Lewd thoughts flooded her mind, creating confusion.

The bearable yet agonizing emptiness persisted until night study ended. Cool night air cleared her feverish mind somewhat. Though the core issue remained, at least the cool weather brought relief.

Luo Qiaorou wasn’t always in heat. She could calm down normally, though disliked this state unless desperately aroused. Usually she preferred maintaining gentle pleasure rather than intense climaxes – elegant, prolonged enjoyment.

That’s why Chen Da’s the worst, randomly messing with a cute girl’s vibrator!

The late bus home left many tasks, especially filming for her patron. After the lunchtime pseudo-scandal, she felt uneasy about filming but remained committed. This regular patron was wealthy enough, unlikely to resell videos.

Though… Luo Qiaorou frowned. Yesterday’s client had transacted multiple times too, paying generously. Could reselling enable such generosity?

She stopped thinking – no answers in this risky business. Videos spreading to middle schoolers meant identity risks. Despite careful anonymity, nothing’s certain.

Though wanting more purchases, she decided to pause orders. Watching arrest videos of others getting caught at hotels or stations terrified her – what if they came to school? The thought made her shiver.

Returning home at 10:30 PM left little filming time. Tossing her backpack on bed with one hand, she turned on bedroom lights with the other. Sweeping aside curtains, she entered the filming cubicle and set up her phone.

A blushing middle school girl appeared on camera, adjusting the angle to show only her lower body.

Removing bulky school uniform revealed ballet-clad petite figure. Pulling shoulder straps aside freed her delicate breasts.

“Yōu-chan had such a hard day today.” Though for filming, this wasn’t entirely false.

Ballet outfit and tights pulled down to thighs revealed erotic pubic patch, her pussy completely sealed except for a mischievous catheter connecting inside and out.

Peeling off the patch released a day’s accumulated love juices gushing onto ballet clothes, forming glistening strands between pussy and garment. The elegant dancewear slowly soaked through with lewd fluids, mirroring Luo Qiaorou herself.

Her abused pussy remained tight. Though unable to retain fluids, the vibrator stayed firmly inside. A pinky hooked the toy’s string at her slit, finally extracting the day-long tormentor with a wet “schlick”.

“All day today, You-chan kept herself properly plugged.”

The video ended.

Luo Qiaorou quickly edited the footage, deleting the opening segment where she adjusted the camera and showed her face, then hurriedly packaged and sent it off. What she failed to notice was that when she hooked out the vibrator at the end of the video, something she didn’t want others to see had accidentally been pulled out along with it.

Currently preoccupied, she had no time to worry about this – not only due to the tight upload schedule, but also because she was eagerly wondering whether her naughty little cervix had obediently opened its “mouth” after a full day of forced dilation.

After preparing the endoscope, the girl used a speculum to spread her vulva once more. Using forceps to carefully extract the sterile cotton deeply embedded inside, her gradually quickening heartbeat revealed the cervical opening swollen tight with a balloon finally coming into view. Though the procedure could be done blind, Luo Qiaorou insisted on guiding the camera to capture her cervix – not just to visually track her “training progress”, but because the exposure thrilled her, as she remained utterly devoted to her desires.

In a sense, she harbored exhibitionist tendencies, partly why she chose to sell erotic content as a “benefits girl”. Yet simultaneously, she feared identity exposure – a paradoxically timid yet perverse little creature.

As her most private area was fully exposed again, a shame-tinged excitement flushed through her. The cute little cervical os on screen appeared blushingly coy. Tugging the catheter experimentally, her cervix clung to the water balloon like a greedy child sucking on candy, distending outward yet refusing to release – the deep internal stimulation sent tremors through her abdomen, granting slight relief to this poor girl denied proper climax for over five hours.

The cervical stimulation proved less intense than imagined but lingered persistently, like warm smoldering embers deep within. While insufficient for orgasm, the comfortable fullness brought Luo satisfaction. However, this catheter couldn’t push further – she increasingly anticipated the day when she could lodge vibrators directly into this mischievous uterus begging for torment.

Opening the balloon’s drain valve, the exhausted cervix forced open all day finally relaxed. The aching fullness blended with pleasure gradually dissolved from her womb. The deflating balloon revealed irreversible wrinkles – compared to its smooth inflated surface, extracting through the cervical canal caused intense scraping friction, making the poor cervix involuntarily twitch.

Luo Qiaorou examined her fully trained cervix. The tender pink ring had expanded from its originally petite state – now larger and redder, possibly from prolonged foreign object irritation. Would it recover post-training? The central os no longer retained its virgin pinhole shape, instead flattening into a parous slit with softened edges.

Her outwardly youthful body now hid reproductive tract modifications fitting a mature pregnant woman. Flickers of shame and regret from moral transgression surfaced, yet drowned beneath waves of twisted euphoria – even the shame itself flavored this corrupted pleasure.

This innocent young vessel craved not just the appearance, but authentic “pregnancy” with substance.

“What will I ultimately become?” Luo mused with feverish blush, replacing the used cervical balloon after washing internally. Current dilation remained insufficient for vibrators – more effort required.

The fatigued cervix endured another balloon insertion, now with increased capacity.

Luo remained uncertain of required dilation levels, knowing mature women achieve postpartum dilation after delivery. But recognizing her prepubescent status, she resolved to persist for a week then attempt vibrating egg insertion with pharmaceutical assistance!

In good spirits, Luo adjusted various catheters and concealed her lower secrets with panties. Hesitating briefly, she inserted a dildo before adding sanitary pad coverage – preferring breathability to occlusive patches. A new urinary catheter stung initially, but she relished surrendering urination control while appreciating the convenience.

Pulling up firmly packed panties brought familiar comforting fullness, banishing afternoon’s restless frustration. Activating the internal dildo’s deep buzzing vibration lifted her mood considerably.

Humming contentedly with embedded toy, Luo resumed homework – internally corrupted while maintaining exemplary student appearances outwardly.

As she worked, pondered tomorrow’s strategy regarding Chen Da’s problematic phone. Presuming yesterday’s rogue program had deactivated, today’s issues likely wouldn’t recur. Yet residual anxiety remained – having vibrators remotely controlled evoked unease despite faint excitement. Unsustainable high-power consumption felt inelegant, plus premature battery drain posed problems.

Upgrading to premium vibrators might resist hacking… Maybe unreliable. Wired alternatives increased exposure risks. Solutions occupied her thoughts – removing vibrators entirely wasn’t an option!

Doing homework amidst occasional sweet climaxes from internal vibrations, a phone notification startled her. Initially anticipating payment confirmation, Luo’s eyes widened in shock upon glancing.

“Cervical dilation? Perhaps I can assist.”

This WeChat message from her patron stunned Luo first about how her private activity was exposed, then realization struck. Reviewing the submitted video revealed her vibrator removal sequence had accidentally exposed the triple-balloon catheter.

While regretting lax video review, new suspicions arose. Could ordinary people immediately recognize cervical dilation from such partial clues? Unlikely. Only someone intimately familiar with such practices could deduce this – and definitely not through wholesome knowledge. Decent folks discovering underage girls dilating cervixes wouldn’t offer “assistance”.

Considering this patron’s previous custom orders – today’s ballet uniform school day with vibrators aside – like running 3km plugged in leggings, shopping with speculum under skirts, recording public bus insertions with multiple eggs – none suggested wholesome intentions.

Her accelerating moral decay owed much to this provocateur’s influence. While accepting these requests gladly, Luo absolutely rejected deeper relations. A self-aware creator, she knew her limits as a borderline-lolita character. Though performing adult-exclusive (and beyond) acts, reality perspective remained clear.

Interacting with perverts risked potential danger. While enjoying fictional non-consent scenarios, real-life equivalents horrified her.

Fortunately, unlike patrons requesting used stockings or locations to bid on maidenheads, this one never sought personal information – keeping interactions clean despite funding generously for increasingly depraved scripts that Luo executed willingly.

Luo knew nothing about this patron except WeChat ID “Atlanta” – difficult spelling suggesting Atlanta city reference. She defaulted to “Mr. A”.

“Apologies, You-chan’s principle prohibits offline interactions. Consider this dilation secret as bonus content for Mr.A~ Please don’t share~~” Maintaining persona, Luo diplomatically declined while respecting the big spender – rejection delivered with proper courtesy.

After a long silence, the other party suddenly sent a lengthy message.

“No need to be nervous. No real-life contact required. As someone experienced in this field, I recognize your high receptiveness to special playstyles. I quite like you. If you’re serious about modifying your uterus, I can provide quality products and health consultation. I genuinely hope you’ll accept these. Uterine-related play requires professional knowledge and tools – carelessness could lead to injuries, inflammation, or embarrassing infections. I’d be heartbroken if such misfortunes befell you. Moreover, I’d love to include some customized uterine items in our future lists.”

Luo Qiaorou found the wording strange, detecting a distinct translationese flavor.

Her opinion of Mr. A improved slightly. Though likely a pervert, he seemed a gentle one. But gentle pervert remains a pervert. She absolutely wouldn’t reveal any personal information – she’d seen enough address-fishing tricks disguised as gift-giving. Uncertain of his true intentions, she decided caution was best. As for the mentioned expertise and tools, the proud honor student didn’t believe she lacked such knowledge herself.

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. A, but You-chan doesn’t lack these things. Moreover, You-chan plans to stay quiet for a while and won’t be accepting custom video orders temporarily. Wishing Mr. A a pleasant life and good night.” Luo Qiaorou delivered a clear rejection and intended to ghost him completely, deciding not to respond regardless of any follow-up messages.

“No need to refuse in haste. There are certain things here you’ll definitely find appealing. There’s no need to be so guarded – it’s ineffective anyway. I actually have some understanding of your living situation. You might want to see what you could obtain from me before deciding. These items will be stored in the Qingshui Lake Square parcel lockers for a week – quite close to your home, isn’t it? I won’t use your real name as the recipient. Take them if you want, or pretend they don’t exist if not. Let me reiterate – though I know some things about you, I genuinely like you and have no intention of intruding on your life.”

Luo Qiaorou, who had resolved to keep ghosting, suddenly felt her composure crack. He knows about my living situation? Qingshui Lake Square being near my home? Not using my real name as recipient? It felt like her underwear had been stripped off, and with a bit more effort, even her vibrator might get yanked out.

She never expected her personal information to be exposed despite being so cautious.

“I warn you, I’m still a minor! If…” Luo Qiaorou instantly bristled, even abandoning her usual persona. But she deleted the half-typed message. The urge to call the police surged, yet she realized – what exactly could she report? Leaving aside her identity as a “福利姬”, the man hadn’t revealed any information, wouldn’t even use her real name as recipient, and she’d have to voluntarily retrieve the items. If reported, she’d likely be the one getting arrested. While being a minor meant no actual jail time, a criminal record and mandatory education were possible. Having a record for such reasons would probably haunt her forever.

The only silver lining was Mr. A’s relatively mild attitude, devoid of direct threats. Had he threatened to leak her information online, she truly wouldn’t have known how to handle it.

Before Luo Qiaorou could decide how to respond, Mr. A sent a series of pictures – presumably those “good things” he mentioned. Truth be told, even with Luo’s extensive experience, she couldn’t immediately discern the purposes of most devices shown.

However, one item stood out due to overfamiliarity.

“Succubus’s Womb? Is this the name of the vibrator? Or the company?” Compared to other enigmatic devices, this egg-shaped vibrator appeared relatively simple. Its shiny silver surface resembled a curved teardrop, with an unusually long tether at the rounded end. Though ordinary-looking, it possessed an inexplicable aesthetic appeal with unique design elements.

Luo Qiaorou tried Baidu-searching the vibrator but found no relevant information. Suddenly realizing this peculiar gadget must be foreign-made, she VPN’d to investigate, eventually finding an upscale-looking website after some time.

Though an honor student, her junior high English couldn’t handle the dense technical text. But one section was perfectly clear:

$1599

Hiss~

Luo Qiaorou blinked, disbelieving her eyes, yet the numbers remained unchanged. Rough calculation suggested over ten thousand yuan? For a single vibrator?

Suddenly realizing how much she didn’t know about the world, the previously resistant girl felt genuine interest stirring. Machine-translating the page revealed fragments about long-term wear, ergonomics, and uterine health, though most technical terms became garbled. One thing was certain – this was specifically designed to be inserted into a woman’s uterus.

Luo never imagined a vibrator could involve such sophisticated concepts, nor that Mr. A would send such expensive gifts. Those other mysterious devices probably carried hefty price tags too. While feeling these gifts were hot potatoes, she couldn’t deny the vibrator’s allure – it made her itch with curiosity.

Mr. A hadn’t lied – he did possess some professional-grade tools.

While Luo Qiaorou was tossing and turning sleeplessly, “Mr. A” on the other side put down her phone, rubbed her shoulders, and swept her smooth golden hair from her chest to her back. Her name was Anita, director of a cosmetic surgery hospital that had performed permanent hair removal surgery on a troubled girl named Luo Qiaorou. Performing such procedures on minors without parental consent was clearly a black-market operation, but this didn’t bother Anita – the directorship was merely her cover identity, her true position being an executive in an international underground organization.

This shadowy organization operated exclusively online without official registration, its website simply named “S” – hence commonly called the S Group. Catering to high-income clients worldwide, S Group specialized in providing pornographic content unavailable through conventional means, including live erotic broadcasts. Compared to the torrent of depravity flowing through their operations, performing hair removal on a young girl was trivial. Moreover, Anita had grown fond of the girl – such persistent and exceptionally gifted girls were rare.

She remembered when the underage girl arrived unaccompanied seeking hair removal treatment. Anita had deliberately quoted a price 10,000 yuan higher to discourage her, only to watch in surprise as the girl produced the full amount. Assuming it was a case of credit card theft, Anita’s suspicion turned to recognition when she noticed familiar clothing. The final confirmation came during the physical examination – the distinctive shape of the girl’s vulva matched a prized specimen in her collection.

A rare, flawless beauty – the European mango in her private collection.

If only those stubborn hair follicles weren’t marring perfection.

That day, Anita recouped twentyfold the amount she’d invested in Luo Qiaorou.

In subsequent weeks, Anita assigned the girl increasingly bizarre tasks, deriving immense satisfaction watching her masterpiece – that smooth, hairless European mango – accommodate various peculiar objects in designated locations.

Luo Qiaorou, meanwhile, treated her as a VIP client with utmost respect and exemplary service.

Though Luo guarded her privacy carefully, all her personal information and documents were securely stored in the hospital’s confidential archives.

Naturally, Luo Qiaorou remained completely unaware of this.