At midnight, I accidentally stumble upon the boss' daughter, Julianne Carter, pleasuring herself in the dimly-lit adult store.

Her eyes are blindfolded, and her legs are spread on a special chair, where they are propped up on the arms. At the moment, she's cruising through the waves of pleasure uncontrollably.

But when the chair malfunctions, Julianne is unable to free herself from the restraints no matter how hard she tries. That's when she starts calling for help.

"Please… Please help me…"

But I crouch down instead, allowing my fingers to glide across her thighs, past her calves, and back to her inner thighs.

"Don't move. This chair's mechanisms are very complex. I need to study them thoroughly and slowly."

"P-Please… hurry up…"

I watch as Julianne's expression shifts from embarrassment to yearning. She finally stops struggling against the restraints when she breaks down from all the overwhelming sensations.

"Give it to me… Please give everything to me…"

Just as I'm about to yield, I hear the sounds of the boss, George Carter, opening the door coming from the outside. So, I quickly wheel Julianne into a nearby storeroom.

That's where I see hyper-realistic molds that look exactly like Julianne.

At 11:00 pm, I walked into the adult store in the neighborhood for the third time.

The first two times I came, I hadn't run into the owner, George Carter, and the custom mold toy I had ordered from him before the New Year still hadn't been delivered.

Tonight was even worse. The lights inside the shop were completely off, and only an emergency lamp was glowing in the display window, casting a dim light over the silicone products and making them look eerily suggestive.

I turned to leave.

"Is… anyone there?"

I followed the sound and soon found a chair that was designed to lock someone into all kinds of humiliating positions. From the side of the chair, a pale hand was stretching out, trying to reach a belt that had fallen onto the floor.

"Who's there?" I asked, even though I already had a guess.

I walked around to the front of the chair and saw her face clearly.

It was George's daughter, Julianne Carter. She had just started her freshman year of university.

The last time I came to the shop, she had been leaning over the counter doing homework while wearing a thin tank top that left almost nothing to the imagination.

I swallowed hard, and my throat felt dry.

"Please help me... Mr. Willis."

She was wearing a white T-shirt with the collar stretched wide and slipping to one side, exposing her delicate collarbone.

When I lowered my gaze, I could see the rose-red lingerie underneath.

She was at least an F cup.

Her denim skirt was so short it barely covered anything, and her long, pale legs looked so smooth that anyone would feel the urge to touch them.

Her wrists were bound behind the back of the chair, while her legs had been spread apart and propped on the armrests. A belt secured her ankles in place.

The position forced her body into a perfect M-shape, leaving her completely unable to escape.

"How did you end up like this?" I asked.

She bit her lip as strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks. Her skin glistened with sweat as though she had just been pulled out of water.

"I just wanted to try it out. I didn't realize the lock would be this tight. The moment I sat down, it snapped shut by itself."

I glanced around the store before asking, "Do your parents know you're here?"

She nodded. "They went out to get some inventory and told me to watch the store for a while. They'll probably be back in about an hour."

It was no wonder. She had clearly planned for this.

I crouched down and suddenly grabbed her foot. That sent a shiver running throughout her body, and the movement made her full chest bounce slightly.

"This chair has a complicated structure. I need to take a closer look."

My hand slid slowly along her calf as I spoke. Her skin was unbelievably smooth.

"Don't move. If I handle this wrong, I might hurt you."

She froze instantly and barely even dared to breathe.

My fingers began tracing along the edge of the belt before sliding past the outside of her thigh and circling back along the inside. When my hand finally reached her pelvic region, I let it linger there.

A soft breath escaped Julianne's lips, the kind that carried a hint of restrained desire.

I pressed my fingers down gently, and my fingertips inevitably sank into the soft curve beneath the denim.

"This is where it's locked the tightest. Relax."

Although my voice sounded completely serious, my hand kept moving as my fingers slowly rubbed against the fabric of her skirt.

"Julianne… you're wet?"

Through the denim, my fingers traced slow circles over her most sensitive spot, and her body began lifting involuntarily before sinking back again.

"Does that feel good?"

She didn't answer, yet her body reacted instinctively, pressing closer against my hand.

The fabric became increasingly damp, and the heat rising from her body grew more obvious.

"P-Please…"

Her crimson lips looked especially tempting under the dim light. I leaned closer. "What is it you're asking for?"

"P-Please…"

She tilted her head back, and her eyes were already starting to become unfocused. "Give it to me…"

Without hesitation, I lowered my head and bit down on her lips.

A soft click sounded as the belt binding her wrists suddenly loosened.

I had expected her to shove me away the moment she was free, yet Julianne surprised me by wrapping her arms tightly around my neck instead.

"I want it… Please give it to me, Mr. Willis!"

The more urgently she begged, the tighter I held her head and deepened the kiss.

"Does that feel good?"

Julianne didn't answer, but the look in her eyes slowly began to change. Beneath the haziness of her gaze, there was rising desire.

When I lowered my gaze, I noticed that her denim skirt had already been soaked with sweat. The damp fabric clung to the inside of her thighs and outlined the shape between them.

"What do you want?"

Smiling faintly, I pressed my fingers down again.

This time, I didn't bother pretending. Instead, I pressed my entire palm against the softest place between her legs and began rubbing with deliberate pressure.

Her body instantly tensed, and her neck arched back, forming a graceful line.

Julianne opened her mouth wide, yet no sound came out.

Almost instinctively, I freed one hand and reached toward her lips.

"Mm…"

She immediately wrapped her lips around my finger. I slowly pushed deeper until my finger slid into her throat.

At the same time, my other hand had already undone the button of her skirt. A flash of bright red lace appeared beneath it, sending a surge of heat through my body.

Julianne's long legs draped loosely around my waist as she rocked with the rhythm of my movements.

Our lower bodies pressed closer and closer together until even the front of my pants had begun to grow damp.

Suddenly, I pulled my hand away and tore off the last piece of fabric covering her upper body. The white cloth landed on the floor beside us.

Her hands immediately flew up to cover her chest, but her lower body remained completely exposed.

She cried softly as she tried to shield her body. She curled in on herself.

"Let me take a look at you."

As I stepped closer, the tension in my lower body had already become impossible to hide.

Through the fabric of my pants, I deliberately brushed against her. Her entire body trembled, and she looked as though she could barely endure it any longer.

Julianne slowly lowered her hands. Her upper body was now completely exposed in front of me. The vivid red lingerie gave her an even more seductive appearance.

I hooked one side of the lace and slowly slid it downward until it slipped beneath the curve of her chest. "Are you that excited?"

Julianne covered her eyes, yet she peeked through her fingers while biting her lip.

I placed both hands over her breasts, completely enclosing them. They shifted freely in my palms as I kneaded them.

With the stimulation, she couldn't help but moan. Her nipples stiffened against my palms.

Just as she was about to reach the edge from nothing more than my touch, the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed outside the door.

The footsteps were light, yet they were clearly getting closer. Julianne's eyes snapped open, and she looked at me in panic. "They're back!"

She tried to run, but I grabbed her and held her firmly in place. "You can go, but…"

Leaning down beside her ear, I whispered, "You belong to me."

Her face flushed deep red, yet she still nodded.

The moment the door handle began to turn, I quickly released every buckle on the chair. Her legs were so weak she couldn't stand, and she collapsed straight into my arms.

The door opened.

"Julianne! Where are you?"

I pushed her into the shadow between the shelves and used my body to shield her.

The couple only paused briefly on the first floor before heading upstairs.

Behind me, Julianne hurriedly pulled up her pants. I could hear her heavy breathing as I glanced at the bottles on the shelves.

I casually picked up a lubricant labeled "Extra Long Endurance" and slipped it quietly into my pocket.

As she was only wearing lingerie, Julianne instinctively pressed herself closer to the shelf.

I tried to suppress the surge of desire rising inside me, yet my hand moved almost on its own as I unclasped her bra.

"Ah!"

She let out a soft cry and looked at me nervously as she whispered, "Don't… I'm scared."

I leaned closer. "Did that feel good? Be honest."

She stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It did."

She shut her eyes as she said it, and tears slid down her cheeks. "It did feel good. Are you happy now? I'm a slut. You played me like a fiddle, and I actually liked it…"

Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with a kiss.

Her body stiffened for a second before melting against mine. This time, the kiss was deeper. I felt as though I wanted to swallow her whole.

How had I never noticed how irresistible the body hidden beneath her school uniform was?

Julianne clumsily returned the kiss as she grabbed my shirt. Her pale body was trembling violently in my arms.

I didn't know how long it lasted. Only when she was almost out of breath did I finally release her.

She glanced nervously toward the security camera nearby. I smiled and lifted my wrist.

"Three… two… one."

The lights in the room went out immediately.

"They announced it earlier tonight. The power's been cut."

My fingers slid down her back before slipping into her denim skirt without resistance. Instead of avoiding me, she lifted one leg slightly, making it easier for my hand to move.

I pulled her skirt aside and pushed my fingers straight into the thin fabric beneath.

Her body jolted once before going soft again.

She was soaked and even wetter than before.

"Your body… is very honest."

In the darkness, Julianne panted heavily. "Mr. Willis… put it in me."

I smiled. Hooking the fabric aside, I pushed a finger inside her.

Her body arched sharply.

She was unbelievably tight and incredibly hot. The sensation nearly made me lose control.

I began moving slowly but firmly, making sure each motion brushed against her most sensitive spot.

Her body trembled with my rhythm, and the sounds escaping her lips became harder and harder to suppress.

"Keep your voice down," I said. "These walls aren't soundproof. Keep quiet unless you want someone to see us."

The more she tried to hold back, the more sensitive her body became. I could feel her tightening and clenching around my fingers. Her body was heating up.

Her legs were already too weak to support her weight. When I sped up, she could only whimper in broken breaths.

When I finally pulled my fingers out, they were soaked, and her arousing scent filled the narrow space.

"Do you want to feel even better?" I asked.

Julianne lifted her head and looked at me blankly.

I unbuckled my belt. The sound of the zipper was unusually loud in the quiet storage room. She lowered her head and stared at the bulge beneath my pants. Her lips slowly parted.

"Kneel."

Without hesitation, I pressed down on her shoulders and forced her to face my arousal.

"No…"

I let out a quiet laugh. "If you won't do it, then I'll show your father what his daughter looks like right now. Her lingerie is torn, and she came from a man's fingers."

"Mhmph…"

Perhaps out of fear, Julianne suddenly took my arousal into her mouth.

I gripped her jaw as a smile spread across my lips. Meanwhile, I thrust my hips forward and put pressure on her breasts.