My mother ran an adult novelty shop. One afternoon, exhausted, I crashed at the store to rest, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of the shop's new specialty beds.

When our neighbor, Clarissa Hartley, stopped by to settle her bill, she somehow mistook me for the latest product... and actually started pulling off my pants.

"Shawn, I'm heading out to pick up some inventory. Keep an eye on the shop for a bit.

"And Ms. Hartley from next door should be stopping by to settle her tab. The ledger's in the cabinet beside the counter. Just double-check it when she gets here."

I vaguely heard my mother talking near my ear. I mumbled a few sleepy replies before drifting off again.

I had been pulling all-nighters for the past few days, finishing my thesis, and I was completely wiped out. I hadn't even made it home. I just stopped by my mother's shop, found a bed in the storage room at the back, and collapsed.

I had no idea how long I slept.

But when I finally woke up, something felt wrong.

My whole body was pinned to the bed.

My arms and legs were locked down with soft rubber restraints, and I was stretched wide like a giant X.

Something dark blocked my vision, as if a curtain had fallen over my head.

What the hell?

Panic rushed in.

I struggled hard, trying to pull my hands free, but the restraints wouldn't budge no matter how hard I twisted.

That was when the realization finally hit me.

My mother ran an adult shop. And this had to be that new specialty bed she had recently ordered.

It had built-in mechanisms. Once triggered, the restraints would lock automatically, and only someone outside could disable it.

Earlier, I had been so exhausted that I grabbed the first bed I saw in the back room and passed out. I hadn't even noticed it was the brand-new display model.

I must've hit one of the triggers in my sleep. Now the damn thing had my arms and legs locked in place.

The position I was stuck in looked exactly like something out of an adult video.

And somehow, just thinking about that made my body start reacting on its own.

"Helen?"

Right then, I heard Clarissa Hartley's voice from the front of the store.

And it was getting closer.

Crap.

My mother had said Clarissa would come by to settle her bill today.

My heart started pounding. If someone saw me like this, I would die from embarrassment.

I fought the restraints with everything I had, but even though they felt soft, they were impossible to break out of.

"Hello? Anyone here? Helen said I could stop by today to pay."

Clarissa's footsteps moved closer.

Judging by the sound, she was only a few steps away now.

In a rush of panic, I spotted a sheet beside me. I grabbed it with my teeth, yanked it over my face, and froze completely still.

"Huh? Is this a new doll?"

My heart shot straight into my throat.

The next second, I felt a pair of warm, soft hands land on my thigh.

Those hands slowly slid upward.

Then they slipped right inside my shorts.

It was the middle of summer, and when I slept at home, I usually wore as little as possible.

Worst of all, I had never liked wearing underwear.

"This actually feels pretty nice," Clarissa murmured. "Really realistic. It's even warm.

"Huh? It's moving! Wow, Helen really brought in something impressive this time."

As she talked, her hands kept exploring the most sensitive part of my body.

The sensation was so intense that I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from making a sound.

If anyone found out that I, a campus heartthrob, had been mistaken for a damn adult toy, my life would be over.

But before I could process anything else, I suddenly felt those hands tugging at my shorts.

She was pulling them off!

My summer shorts were loose to begin with, and since I had put them on just to sleep, I hadn't even bothered with a belt. One quick tug, and they slid right off.

"Wow… Helen really picked out something good this time."

Clarissa sounded excited now. She had moved right up behind me, close enough that I could feel her breath against my back every time she spoke.

Inside, I was panicking and furious at the same time, but I didn't dare move. If she realized what was really going on, the embarrassment would be unbearable.

What now? What was I supposed to do?

Clarissa had already pulled my shorts down. My body was fully exposed right in front of her.

"Whoa, that's huge."

Her voice carried even more excitement now.

Her hands kept sliding over my hips, the warmth of her touch making my heart hammer against my ribs.

Then suddenly, something warm, soft, and wet pressed against the most sensitive part of me.

Was that… Clarissa's lips?

My mind went completely blank.

The realization hit like a bolt of lightning. My face burned with shame and panic, but underneath it all, there was a strange, dangerous thrill I couldn't ignore.

Common sense told me I should shout and stop her immediately.

But another voice in my head said no.

Clarissa clearly thought I was just some kind of display toy. If she suddenly realized the truth, how would either of us ever face each other again?

We lived on the same street. It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist.

Clarissa owned the antique shop next door. She always came across as cultured and gentle, the kind of person who carried herself with quiet elegance.

Surely, she wouldn't actually do anything too far with what she thought was a product, right?

That was what I kept telling myself.

Just endure it. As long as she didn't figure it out.

"This thing feels incredibly real," Clarissa murmured. "Where did Helen even get it? I'm definitely asking her about it later. I want one, too."

She sounded so excited that every word came out with warm breath brushing across my stomach, sending shivers over my skin.

Then suddenly, a soft hand wrapped around my manhood.

My whole body jolted before I could stop it. The sudden surge of sensation made me twitch.

The moment I realized what I had done, my stomach dropped.

Oh, no. Did she notice?

"Huh? It actually reacts when you touch it?" Clarissa said, sounding amazed. "That's crazy realistic. What kind of technology is this?"

Her excitement only grew.

I closed my eyes in despair.

If anyone had told me that I would end up lying naked from the waist down in front of a woman like some kind of store display…

I would've thought they were out of their mind.

But now that it had gone this far, I was even less able to say anything.

If there had been a way out earlier, it was gone now.

All I could do was pray silently that Clarissa would finish looking and leave.

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else.

She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale.

My body trembled without permission.

Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny.

The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me.

What the hell was wrong with me?

"Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

Boom!

Clarissa's words hit my brain like a bolt of lightning. For a moment, I couldn't think at all.

My mind went completely blank, my body frozen stiff like a statue.

What did Clarissa mean by that?

Had she figured it out?

How could she possibly know what I looked like down there?

What the hell was going on?

Before I could make sense of anything, those soft hands kept moving, slowly working up and down. Her fingernails even brushed lightly over my balls.

I was a grown man. Obviously, I'd had my share of urges.

I'd had girlfriends before, though things never went all the way. Most of the time, I just handled things myself.

But Clarissa's hands felt nothing like my own.

I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the waves of sensation building in my body.

What was wrong with me?

Why did it feel like I was even more sensitive than usual today?

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs.

Help!

I screamed silently inside my head.

Someone, please help me.

It felt like my mind had been torn in two.

A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Then suddenly, her hand left me.

I heard soft rustling sounds.

My heart jumped straight into my throat.

A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me.

Was that her…

My breath caught.

Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

It was unbelievably wet.

Fear twisted in my chest, but mixed in with it was a strange anticipation for what might happen next.

But Clarissa didn't rush.

She just kept pressing close, slowly grinding against me, almost teasing.

"This thing really does look like Shawn's," she murmured.

"Usually, all I can do is sneak one of his boxers and deal with it that way. At least now, I've got a substitute. Oh, Shawn… my Shawn…"

What? She stole my underwear?

The words exploded in my head like thunder. For a moment, I couldn't even process them.

But along with the shock came a strange flicker of excitement.

Was my charm really that strong?

Clarissa, who was over a decade older than me, actually felt this way about me?

Why would she steal my underwear?

It didn't take much imagination to figure that out. She definitely wasn't taking them home just to collect them.

The thought that my underwear had been used by Clarissa in that way made my body tense even harder.

Below the waist, the heat kept pressing against me.

My body throbbed with every pulse, and my grip on my own self-control was slipping fast. A part of me was almost desperate for Clarissa to hurry up and take care of me properly.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

A stranger's voice suddenly came from the front of the shop.

Clarissa immediately stepped back.

I heard the quick rustle of clothing as she pulled her pants back on.

"Who is it?" she called out, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

Meanwhile, I shifted slightly on the bed, a little restless.

I couldn't help feeling a hint of disappointment.

Of all times for someone to walk in, why now?