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?

"Just getting a box of condoms."

It sounded like someone had come in to buy protection. Clarissa might run the antique shop next door, but she stopped by my mother's place all the time to chat, so she knew her way around the store pretty well.

I couldn't see what was happening out front. All I could hear was Clarissa rummaging through shelves, then telling the customer the price.

My mind felt foggy.

The air around me carried a faint, sweet scent.

It was that aromatherapy oil my mother had bought recently. She had told me to light it when I slept because it could help me relax.

Right now, though, the smell made it harder to think straight.

A moment earlier, Clarissa's warmth had been wrapped around me. Now that I was exposed to the open air again, I felt a cool breeze brush against my skin.

I shivered.

Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the front.

It was Clarissa.

It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in.

Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room.

Each step brought her closer.

She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked.

A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again.

Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin.

"Mmm…"

This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

Clarissa froze immediately, clearly startled.

I felt embarrassed, too, but the raw urge surging through my body left me no room to think anymore.

"Ms. Hartley, it's me."

My voice shook with a mix of nerves and embarrassment.

"Sh-Shawn? Wh-why are you here?"

Her voice was full of shock. For some reason, though, she still hadn't moved away. Our bodies were still pressed together.

I could still feel that heat wrapped tightly around me, as if one push would break the final barrier between us.

"I-I fell asleep back here earlier," I said, my voice uneven. "I accidentally triggered the mechanism on the bed. Can you… turn it off for me?"

My breathing had grown heavier without me realizing it.

But instead of pulling away immediately, Clarissa seemed to shift her weight lower against me, as if the reaction only made her more excited.

Then, after a pause, she stepped away and unplugged the bed.

Without power, the restraints released almost instantly.

The moment my arms and legs were free, I instinctively stood up.

When I looked down, my heart nearly stopped.

I was standing directly in front of Clarissa, and my huge shaft was lined up perfectly with her flushed lips.

If I had stood up even a little faster, I would've bumped right into her mouth.

The strong scent of my body seemed to make her eyes grow hazy.

She bit her lip softly.

In that moment, whatever restraint I had left completely crumbled.

My trembling hand came down on the back of her head, making her body shiver slightly.

"Ms. Hartley… I-I want you," I said quietly. "Will you help me?"