Chapter 9: It Won’t Come Out

“Why are you staring at me?” Luo Qiaorou asked suspiciously, noticing Chen Da’s unusual attention today.

“Uh… It’s just that you seem really happy today. You’ve been smirking mysteriously since morning, hmm, looks kinda weird.” Chen Da’s bird-like mouth never uttered anything pleasant. Though he actually found Luo Qiaorou more radiant than usual today, exuding a unique charm that made people want to glance twice, his words somehow came out dripping with sarcasm.

Fortunately, Luo Qiaorou was already accustomed to this awkward fellow and didn’t mind the off-key implications in his words. She was more concerned about her own demeanor.

“Huh? Really?” She rubbed her face. The stuffed and satisfying pleasure from the egg nestled in her womb had put her in a cheerful mood, yet she didn’t want to appear overly obvious. Any curiosity would force her into troublesome explanations, whether through lies or truth.

“Definitely. Did something good happen to you?” Chen Da followed up with a question.

“Nothing at all. You must be mistaken.” Luo Qiaorou couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Luckily, Chen Da wasn’t insistent either, as he had other questions on his mind.

“So, I heard you’re representing our class at the Culture Festival this Wednesday?” His transition was noticeably awkward.

Luo Qiaorou’s only talent was ballet. Though Chen Da didn’t truly associate her with the succubus-like “Yuu-chan” from the videos, he was intensely curious about her in ballet attire. Sun Gang had praised her appearance, and not having seen it himself left Chen Da feeling shortchanged. Little did he know this very girl had once sat through classes beside him in a ballet costume, secretly vibrating with eggs inside her all afternoon.

The Culture Festival performance was no surprise – the homeroom teacher had approached her privately. In today’s academics-heavy environment, students rarely cultivated talents beyond grades. Yet the school demanded each class contribute a “quality showcase,” ostensibly for holistic education but really bureaucratic pageantry.

Schools prioritize grades in teaching but demand “well-rounded presentations” for events. This hypocrisy burdens homeroom teachers to conjure talents from thin air. Predictably, most classes default to singing – low barrier to entry, supplemented by last-minute dance routines from boys mimicking calisthenics. Passably presentable.

However, repetitive singing acts bored administrators craving novelty. This year, Luo’s class was tapped for innovation. Normally, ballet would pose no challenge for her skills. Yet after the recent “incident,” hesitation crept in.

With classmates already circulating her explicit videos (always face-hidden but numerous in ballet themes), would stage performance risk recognition? Though performance attire differed from practice wear, the anxiety persisted.

This dread made her avoid thinking about the festival – classic escapism. Yet Wednesday loomed two days away. The weight pressing her heart soon gave way to quivering arousal from the egg inside, replacing apprehension with licentiousness.

She crossed her thighs, savoring the honeyed pleasure embedded deep within. Regardless of worries or joys, ever-present lust diluted everything. Her mind was thoroughly marinated in desire.

[I’ve truly fallen.]

Luo Qiaorou thought to herself.

Her elegant tranquility shattered when violent internal vibrations nearly pushed her to climax. Startled as if her privacy had been breached – covers yanked at night, dorm door crashed, phone hacked – she whipped her head toward Chen Da with PTSD-ish intensity.

“Are you messing with your phone again?” The accusatory question died on her lips when she found him stealing glances. Their eyes met, both faces flushing crimson.

“So… where’s your phone?” She forced the question to break the awkwardness, immediately regretting it. Post-“incident,” she’d replaced vaginal eggs with wired ones.

Indeed, today she carried three eggs: one in the womb, two in the vagina. Both controllers strapped to her thighs. The abrupt vibration felt uterine… Could it be malfunctioning?

The succubus-themed womb egg shouldn’t be hackable. Though puzzled by its sudden rebellion, Chen Da likely wasn’t the culprit.

“Confiscated by the teacher last week, remember?” Chen Da grimaced, confusion mixing with revived embarrassment.

“Oh… right.” Luo vaguely recalled, preoccupied usually with studies and lewdness rather than classmates’ affairs.

The abrupt vibrations ceased; the awkward exchange faded. Her daily lust-filled calm returned, but the mystery lingered.

“Did I accidentally press the controls?” At noon, Luo sat alone in a deserted pavilion behind old campus, examining her keychain-disguised clarinet controller.

Remote from cafeterias and dorms, this chilly relic attracted few since winter arrived. Perfect for a depraved lolita investigating rogue vibrations, braving cold stone benches.

She felt along her pants leg, deactivating vaginal eggs via thigh-strapped controllers to avoid confusion. Testing clarinet buttons sent gentle uterine tremors – oddly comforting in the cold.

Cradling her abdomen, she secretly savored the sensation. This luxury-priced womb egg evoked complex feelings: like wearing diamond jewelry, but internally. So… so perverse! The thought prickled with shame.

Experimenting with other modes coaxed small orgasms, yet vibrations remained elegant even at maximum – nothing like the morning’s sudden ferocity.

Clearly, accidental button presses couldn’t explain it. Then why…?

Mid-prolonged climax, Luo stared at the controller, pondering the mystery. This unexplained vibration worried her, yet also… intrigued.

It was actually quite thrilling, that kind of feeling. If possible, she wanted to experience it again.

As if responding to her desire, vibrations suddenly appeared without warning, unreasonably and abruptly descending upon the most secret place within the girl’s body.

“Wah!” Her body, still in the midst of a comfortable climax, was suddenly assaulted from within. Even Luo Qiaorou couldn’t help but let out a small cry. This vibration was even more intense than the morning’s episode, and the duration had shamelessly extended much longer. Luo Qiaorou hurriedly pressed the reduction button on the controller, but to no avail. The violent vibrations echoed through her tender uterus that had just climaxed, ruthlessly pushing her towards another orgasm. All she could do was silently endure.

The vibrations lasted about half a minute before stopping. By the time they ceased, Luo Qiaorou’s eyes were already glazed over. The forced climax in her small uterus had momentarily suspended her thoughts. When she regained her senses, anxiety flooded her heart. She was certain she hadn’t accidentally touched the controller – especially since it was right in front of her.

What exactly was happening?

Luo Qiaorou suddenly realized something. This vibrating egg was prepared by Mr. A, so…

Damn it! I knew it wasn’t that simple! Giving away such an expensive thing so readily – there must be ulterior motives!

She took out her phone, wanting to confirm her suspicions.

“Was that you?”

A seemingly random accusation, but if the other party was truly the culprit, they would naturally understand. After all, her body was still lingering in the prolonged climax forced upon her, her quivering uterine cavity retaining the pleasure from the intense vibrations. If this was all the other’s doing, then Mr. A’s hand must have just left the sinful button that activated the vibrator inside the cute girl’s body.

“You’ve already inserted it?”

Seeing this reply, Luo Qiaorou instantly confirmed the other party’s guilty identity.

“You bastard! I knew you had bad intentions! Don’t think I won’t call the police.” Luo Qiaorou disliked this kind of play – it made her feel uneasy.

“Don’t be nervous. I just wanted to confirm you properly accepted my gift. I plan to make some transactions with you, to tell you some interesting things – like the real usage of that vibrator inside you.” Mr. A’s reply made Luo Qiaorou even more tense.

“I don’t care about your stupid transactions! I told you I refuse all offline deals, so stop dreaming! You perverted creep! I knew you were all the same! I don’t want your stupid gift anymore! If you contact me again I’ll call the police immediately!” As she typed, Luo Qiaorou headed to the bathroom. The feeling of having a toy inside her controlled by someone else filled her with anxiety.

In the stall, Luo Qiaorou pulled down her pants. Two controllers were strapped to her fair thighs, but they weren’t her target. As her panties were pulled aside, her delicate slit was revealed, clamping two wires and a vibrator retrieval string exposed to the air. A lewd thin line connected to the damp sanitary pad stuck to her underwear, creating an overwhelmingly erotic sight.

Somewhat losing rationality, Luo Qiaorou prepared to immediately extract the bad thing from her belly, completely forgetting how difficult and painful it had been to insert this troublesome object. She also forgot that forcibly pulling it out with an unsoftened cervix might cause injury. However, this didn’t happen. When Luo Qiaorou hooked the little tail connected to her uterus and pulled with some force, she easily extracted a lone retrieval string.

Luo Qiaorou stared blankly at the string in her hand, seemingly unable to comprehend what had happened. She pressed her belly – the distinct foreign body sensation confirmed the vibrator was still inside her uterus. Then she looked again at the thin string pulled from her body.

“The vibrator is stuck inside my uterus? Can’t get it out?” A wave of unease, followed by a strange excitement…

A vibrator getting stuck… But could this really happen with a 10,000+ yuan device?

Luo Qiaorou realized she’d been tricked. The retrieval string had been tampered with. Without it, removing it at home was nearly impossible. Unlike insertion where external pushing was possible, a smooth vibrator without retrieval string inside the uterine cavity offered no grip. Even with fully softened cervix, the vibrator’s diameter exceeded the cervical opening. Clearly, the other party never intended for her to remove the uterine vibrator.

“Now that it’s inside, getting rid of it won’t be easy, little friend Luo Qiaorou.” She glanced at her phone where a new message from Mr. A appeared. He directly used her real name, carrying a faint threat.

“You pervert! Trash! Bastard!” Being addressed by her real name slightly calmed Luo Qiaorou, but fury remained.

“Already tried? How impulsive. If the retrieval string hadn’t been cut, your uterus might have been injured.” Mr. A seemed omniscient. Luo Qiaorou felt her every move was anticipated, fueling her anger.

“Pervert!”

“Since you’re not screaming about useless things like calling police, I suppose you’ve calmed down somewhat. Now will you consider my proposed transaction? There’s no need for such tension. I won’t demand offline meetings, and you might even come to enjoy the feeling.”

Mr. A was right. Luo Qiaorou knew nothing about him – reporting to police was impossible. The delivery box lacked sender address, clearly not processed through正规channels. She had no grounds for reporting. This “Mr. A” – she’d never even met him. At most, she could provide those illegal transaction records from her phone. Never mind risking getting arrested herself – even if she did report, describing her situation would be… difficult.

Having a vibrator in her uterus controlled by others… How could a young, lovely girl say such things out loud?

After long silence, Luo Qiaorou finally replied.

“You mentioned a transaction. What do I get?”

“1. Money. 2. I’ll tell you a private hospital that can help reinstall the traction rope, which absolutely keeps user information confidential. 3. Won’t tamper with the egg vibrator inside you again. 4. Won’t disclose your real information.” Mr. A’s reply came swiftly.

Luo Qiaorou stared at the third clause, both furious and terrified. This guy actually pulled this trick, despite her previous trust in him.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Though seething, Luo Qiaorou decided to gauge his intentions first.

“Livestream.” Mr. A’s response was terse.

“I told you, I’d never expose myself…” Before Luo Qiaorou could finish typing, another message arrived.

“Your uterus.”