I rushed into the kitchen, my hand pressing down on my panties like that would somehow stop the sensation throbbing deep inside. And now Lina was about to walk in, and I had to act like nothing was wrong.
I quickly adjusted my bra, pulling down my top back into place. I pulled the wet, sticky strip of my panty and placed it back on to its original place, pressuring my already stuffed cunt. A thin rope dangled out from my panties. Fuck, It made me look so dirty. I still can't believe I'd actually agreed to this...
The footsteps were already closing in, and I could hear Lina's laugh getting louder.
I looked down one last time to check—was everything in place? Did I look normal?
And everything did seem normal except one thing.
Shit.
My nipples.
They were stiff. Poking through the fabric. Not fully obvious, but not something that could be ignored. I adjusted my top again to make sure it gets hidden. But no... it refused to hide. Like my tits wanted lina to know the dirty fun I had minutes before.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If Lina notices, I'm screwed. It would be impossible to get out of this. I started sweating, body panicking. What the hell could I do to hide this?
Then my eyes landed on it.
An apron.
My savior. My damn Messiah.
I snatched it up and looped it around my neck, fingers fumbling from the nerves. And I finally let out a deep sigh of relief. Thank god. They were hidden now. My shame tucked away under a thin layer of cloth.
I stood near the window, pretending to act all normal—like I'd been waiting for ages. I was even ready to throw a slightly annoyed look at Lina the moment she stepped in. For being late. For leaving me here alone with him. And all because of her damn delay… I had to go through all that.
I let out a low chuckle.
God. Me. Standing here with something shoved deep inside my pussy, trying to look pissed off at my friend like I'm some housewife with a bone to pick. The apron swaying gently over my tits, hiding my stiff nipples. My soaked core still pulsing.
How fucking ridiculous. How... erotic.
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing more. This was insane.
"Hiiieee!" Lina burst in with her usual cheerful energy, voice carrying through the kitchen. "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long!"
She came in fast, locking her arm with mine like always. Her touch made my body tense for a second. I gave her that slightly irritated look, just as I had rehearsed.
"I was about to go home, you know," I said, feigning annoyance.
"I am sorryyyy," she replied playfully, "this will never happen again."
Then she leaned forward, her warm breath grazing my ear.
"Hope he kept you... entertained while I was gone," she muttered slowly, eyes glinting with mischief as if she knew something.
I pulled my head back immediately, cheeks burning. "S-Stop saying such ridiculous things, Lina."
She just laughed, teasing like always. "Relaxxxx, bestie…"
Then her eyes wandered down for a second and her expression lit up. "Ooooh, you're already wearing the apron! Look at you, already looking like the perfect student. Seems like you're really taking the lessons seriously, huh?"
I forced a smile, laughing lightly, though my insides were anything but calm. If only she knew what was really going on beneath this apron…
We stood near the stove, ingredients spread out, and Lina chatting away like usual, totally unaware of the storm inside me. I was nodding, pretending to follow his instructions, trying to stay composed. But no matter what, I felt that nervous twist deep in my gut.
I was nervous about that thing buried inside my cunt, scared of what would happen the moment he pressed the button. The jolt. The shiver. That pulse of filthy pleasure that would wash through me like a wave. I could already imagine it—the soft hum, the soft pulse in my belly, the shame curling under my skin while Lina stood just inches away.
God… what if she notices?
What if I can't stop my legs from shaking?
What if I moan?
His eyes were all over me. He was waiting. Watching. Ready to play me like a toy.
And I couldn't help but pray to god, to give me enough strength to endure this… this punishment that he shoved inside me."
We started preparing the dish. I bent forward slightly to grab the chopped vegetables. And just then—
Bzzzt.
"F-Fuck..." I gasped, almost dropping the bowl.
My knees trembled. Fingers curled in air, my chest almost pressed over the counter. The vibration hit me like a shock—sharp, hungry, and mean. It pulsed right through my core, jerking me out of my skin.
"You okay?" Lina asked with a concerned look.
I forced a smile through my clenched teeth. "Y-Yeah. Just a little dizzy, maybe.
She gave me some water to drink and asked me to sit for few minutes.
I hesitated. Sitting… with that thing still inside? But it was still better than standing and cooking food.
I nodded weakly and walked to the chair, my legs stiff, trembling. I eased myself down slowly, heart pounding. The pressure shifted deeper, making me flinch.
And then—
Bzzzt.
"Mmh—!" I gasped into my hand, nearly jumping off the chair.
He did it.
That bastard pressed it.
And then again—
Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.
"F-fuck," I mouthed silently, eyes getting half shut. Both hands shoved between my thighs, trying to lower the buzz spreading through my body, trying to contain the shake in my hips. My body jerked in tiny spasms. It was too much. Too fast. Too intense.
Lina was humming to herself, focused on stirring something in the pan, completely unaware.
He was leaning against the wall. Watching me shake and tremble like a pathetic bitch.
Lina turned around to pass me a spoon. "Hey, taste this, tell me if it needs more salt."
I quickly leaned forward, nodding, forcing a smile. "Y-Yeah. Sure."
The moment the spoon hit my lips, he pressed the button again.
My body flinched. I almost dropped the spoon.
Lina tilted her head. "Too hot?"
I forced a laugh, covering my mouth. "A bit… just caught me off guard."
She giggled and turned back to the stove.
Bzzzzzt.
Another pulse.
My head fell forward slightly, jaw slack. My hands gripped the edge of the chair now, knuckles white.
"Fucking bastard," I looked at him, shaping the words silently, my lips moving with no sound, just enough for him to understand.
And of course—he smiled. That smug, cocky smile stretched across his face like he was proud of breaking me down piece by piece.
He mouthed something back.
You love it.
My cheeks flushed hot.
I hated him.
I hated how right he was.
My pussy was clenching around the toy, like it was hungry for more. I was dripping. A dull wet warmth spreading between my thighs, leaking slowly, and I couldn't even move without making it worse.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
He held it longer this time. My hand flew to my neck, gripping it tight like it could hold me together. Legs trembling as the pulse tore through me. The vibration felt too deep. My jaw clenched to stop a moan from spilling out.
Fuck. Fucking hell. I'm going to die like this.
"You okay?"
Lina's voice drifted in like a cold breeze on my burning skin. My body froze mid-shiver. I stopped, heart thudding. I forced a small smile, praying my face wasn't as red as it felt.
Y-yeah, just tired… it's that time of the month," I blurted, hoping the excuse would cover the flush in my cheeks.
"Ohhh, say no more." She turned back to the pan, stirring like nothing was wrong.
But everything was wrong.
I was squirming on a chair with a vibrator buried inside me. Being played like a toy in the middle of a kitchen. My body buzzing. My mind melting. And I couldn't even moan. Couldn't even scream.
I looked up at him again.
He licked his bottom lip, teasing me with just his eyes. Then he did something I didn't expect.
He casually placed the remote near the edge of the counter—right within Lina's reach and stepped away to "grab a glass of water."
I froze.
No. No no no—
Lina turned and noticed it. "Oh? What's this?" she said, picking it up. "Some kind of speaker remote?"
Before I could stop her—
Click.
My mouth opened in a silent moan. My fingers gripped the edge of my top.
Click. Click.
Two more times.
She pressed it like a toy, turning it over in her hands. "Is this for the fan?"
He smiled, walking back. "Ah, no. Something else. It's a… kitchen timer. Not very accurate though."
"Oh," she said, pressing it again curiously.
I nearly knocked the chair over.
I had to slap my hand over my mouth again to stop the cry that was bubbling up. My body shook, eyes watery, hips twitching under the apron. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Everything inside me was burning.
My back arched—legs stiffening, curling beneath the chair.
And then…
Everything broke. Both my legs shot up into the air, toes curling, completely straight. A jolt ripped through me, stronger than before. The vibrations hit deep, my back arched, mouth wide open in a silent scream.
A shuddering gasp escaped me.
I... Came.
My head fell back.
He walked over smoothly, took the remote from Lina's hand. "Battery's acting up," he said with a casual shrug. "I'll fix it later."
Lina nodded and turned back to the stove, oblivious.
And I collapsed into the chair, head thrown back, arms dangling aimlessly in the air, legs stretched straight and stiff. My hair fell over my eyes, sweat dripping down the side of my neck, lips pressed tight, and my body jolted again and again in wild, uncontrollable spasms.
He looked down at me once, smirking, then walked past like nothing happened.
And I just sat there, staring blankly at lina… completely wrecked.