She brought the triangle of cloth closer to her face.
Slowly…
As if touching a forbidden artifact tucked away on the lowest shelf of some ancient, sealed-off library.
Then—
Hsssshh…
She inhaled.
Slow. Deep.
Her nose pressed against the inner fold—right where the fabric had once clung to the head of a man's pride.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Hmm… cold… but the scent is still there," she whispered—almost like a whispered confession of sin.
Her hand trembled slightly.
Not from disgust.
But from… joy.
She inhaled again. This time, deeper.
The corner of her lips began to lift.
But it wasn't a sly smile.
It wasn't a pervy grin.
It was the gentle, pure smile of a bookish girl—one who had just discovered a smut fanfic that checked every box on her list. A taboo-laced tale. With unapologetically extreme sex scenes.
"This…" she whispered again, staring at the fabric like a child who'd found a cult-classic toy.
"…I'll keep it safe."
She pressed the cloth gently to her cheek.
