Upon arrival at the destination, the coachman skillfully signaled with a knock and opened the door. As he attempted to escort the young lady naturally out of the carriage, he was met with an unexpected sight that made his eyes widen.

First, the air inside the carriage was unusually hot. While summer heat wasn’t strange, it was particularly more humid than usual, with a peculiar, mysterious scent mixed in that was both damp and sensual.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

It was also strange that the young lady, who had been neat and tidy when boarding the carriage, now appeared somewhat disheveled, curled up with her arms around her stomach. 

Her unusually flushed cheeks, eyes that seemed moist, and shoulders heaving as she tried to calm her rough breathing.

The coachman, who momentarily had improper thoughts, quickly bowed his head lest his mind be exposed. Peculiar might be the right word. 

Strangely, his heart was pounding and his trousers were beginning to feel heavy, so he deliberately cleared his throat, trying to erase his disrespectful thoughts.

“Ha-have we, hoo, arrived?”

A slow, languid voice flowed out with moist breath. Serena forcibly moved her legs that refused to budge and barely managed to exit the carriage. 

Standing straight was difficult, but being in the busy commercial district with many onlookers, she had no choice but to straighten her back. 

When she changed her posture, the plug embedded inside rotated, causing her to bite her inner cheek while doing her best to suppress a moan.

“Yes, Miss. When would you like me to return?”

Annoyed by his glances at her, she hastily set a suitably late time and dismissed him. She felt an urge to scrub away every part of her body where the coachman’s gaze had landed. 

Only after the coachman had left did she carefully move her steps and barely manage to lean against a wall for support.

“Haaah…”

It was also her first time experiencing such excitement throughout her body, sensitive enough to explode at the slightest touch. She felt like her entire body had become one giant genital. 

The precarious anxiety that she might collapse in ecstasy no matter where she was touched slowly consumed her brain.

Normally, fluid would have been flowing down her thighs in streams, but fortunately, thanks to the plug blocking her inside, her underwear remained dry.

But could this really be considered fortunate? As it absorbed more fluid from inside, the plug grew larger and heavier. 

She hadn’t noticed while sitting, but now standing, the weight kept pushing the plug downward. She had to repeatedly clench her inner walls to grip the plug. Her b*ttocks repeatedly tensed and relaxed as she strained to keep her hole tight.

She shook her dizzy head, trying her best to regain her senses.

‘The reason I came here. To investigate cases of bodily abnormalities at Yulinus’s store and find solutions.’

Even as her mind was marinating in s*xual desire, her will to not surrender to it grew stronger.

Reaching the hidden secret shop required going through somewhat troublesome steps. 

First, she needed to find the Éclassique Association chairman to get permission to enter the Shop Beyond the Curtain, then locate the bookstore in the secret market, and then select books that might contain appropriate information…

Her thoughts, which should have flowed smoothly, kept breaking, and strange desires kept mixing into the gaps. Store owners, recognizing Serena who was staggering and leaning against the wall, kept approaching her, forcing her to repeatedly reject their offers of help.

“Customer, you seem unwell. May I help you?”

“No, no. I’m fine, step back.”

She didn’t know what kind of pleasure might bloom and make her lose her mind if even the slightest touch brushed against her. 

The enormous device that had absorbed her fluids was a concentrated mass of desire. No matter what posture she took, the presence filling her insides tightly invariably penetrated the vulnerable parts she felt.

Having wandered around so many stores in the shopping district previously, there were too many eyes that recognized her on the main street. With no other choice, she hid in the narrow alley between shops instead of staying on the main road. 

She just needed to get to the old association chairman’s store, so there was no need to insist on using the main road and drawing people’s attention.

The narrow back alley, shaded and slightly cool, actually reassured her. Free from people’s gazes, Serena slightly bent her waist, leaned against the wall, and precariously moved her steps.

“Ugh. Ungh.”

She repeatedly clenched her hole to pull the constantly slipping plug back up into her v*gina. At the same time, her legs, barely holding up, kept trembling due to the intense pleasure spreading from her pressed inner walls.

No matter how much she walked, the association chairman’s store didn’t seem to get any closer. This was due to her snail-like, dragging pace, but even this was her best effort at the moment. 

Once again, her inner walls twitched, and fluid gushed from inside like an undried spring.

“Aahhh!”

Naturally, the plug should have perfectly absorbed this, but having reached its predetermined limit, it failed to absorb the fluid and instead mixed with the slippery secretion.

The fluid that escaped between the tightly fitted plug and hole trickled down the inside of her thigh. Serena trembled in place, unable to move her steps, feeling the hot, viscous liquid slowly leaving a trail as it flowed down.

“It keeps, flowing down, aah. N-no.”

Her vision turned desperate. As her inner walls became slippery with overflowing fluid, the plug gradually slid downward. Even trying to tighten her lower hole to hold it in place, like before, wasn’t easy when the device was slippery with abundant wetness.

While inserting a small device inside was a new sensation, the feeling of the plug, which had grown tight inside, slowly slipping down was indescribably chilling and creepy. 

As the plug pushed downward, the gap that held it gradually widened, and the amount of flowing fluid increased.

What had been a single stream became two or three, and hot liquid continuously trickled down her inner thighs. Her legs naturally spread slightly, and her knees bent. 

Fortunately, thanks to her ankle-length skirt, from the outside, she merely appeared to be in an awkward posture, but the fluid dripping onto the street began forming round dots like raindrops.

“Ugh, waaahh, en-enough.”

Fortunately, there was still no one in the back alley where she had hidden, but her mind, rocking on waves of pleasure, distorted her surroundings. The great anxiety of being outdoors swallowed her whole at once.

A place where anyone could see. Outside where she couldn’t hide her body.

Vulgar and crude acts that should never occur in public places.

Everything that Serena normally despised and considered taboo was happening to none other than herself.

She felt like a stray b*tch wandering the streets. Excited anyhow and dripping fluid everywhere. Her soul shook, ready to shatter from the unbearable shame. Her precarious mind forcibly pulled the immediate pleasure to its maximum to protect herself. 

The more she suffered from the feeling of depravity, the more her mind, as a protective mechanism, craved the climax of s*xual desire.

“Hic, aah, mmmm.”

Serena burst into tears like a child while dripping fluid. The device, pushed halfway out and blocked by her underwear, stopped in an awkward position, neither falling down nor going back inside.

As a result, her widely opened entrance couldn’t close its mouth, and her inner walls, deprived of their toy, chewed on the empty space like a possessed child. Her waist twisted strangely, and finally, unable to endure anymore, her body collapsed.

“Do you need help?”

Someone lightly embraced Serena’s body with one arm as she was about to fall to the ground. The man who pulled her limp body tightly into his arms laughed out loud, finding her cute. 

He gently patted her back while she cried hysterically, waiting for her to calm down. However, he didn’t stop holding her tightly, leaving no gap between their bodies.

“Haa, haa, who, are you?”

Her dazed mind was spinning. Dull words flowed out, exactly like someone who had become an idiot. On the ruins of pleasure that had receded like the tide, Serena tried to gather her wits. 

When she seemed to have calmed down a bit, the man slid his hand, which had been patting her back, slowly downward with a crooked smile.

“It would be troublesome if you’ve already forgotten.”

The man whispered in her ear, blowing a hot breath. Serena covered her ear with one hand, hunching her shoulders at the close breathing that filled her narrow ear canal. 

The somehow familiar voice. Leaning against the man’s chest, lost in thought, she suddenly raised her head with a shocked expression.

“Lust?”

But before her gaze could reach the man’s face, something dark immediately covered her eyes. It was too easy to blindfold someone who couldn’t even control their body properly. 

She tried to tear away the darkness blocking her vision, but being tightly held in the man’s arms, she couldn’t move an inch.

After realizing the man’s identity, anger and faint sorrow belatedly washed over her. The normal Serena would never have shown any weakness to a man. 

But having just struggled with terrifyingly intense shame, her tired heart weakened at the slight warmth of someone embracing her. The fear that her soul might break made Serena unconsciously rely on the man.

“Why on earth are you here?”

“Well, it seemed like you were looking for me? I don’t live in that underground shop every day.”

Consistently appearing excited, he was chirping in the highest voice she had ever heard. The word “chirping” didn’t suit his large build and sculpted body with firmly set muscles, but at least his sweet, singing-like tone sounded as happy as a bird’s song.

“Then since when exactly…”

“Since you were trembling like a newborn calf and giving birth to this naughty thing?”

His hand, which had somehow moved downward, suddenly thrust between her thighs along with her skirt. Then he began pushing the wet underwear and the half-exposed device back up inside. 

With her eyes covered and unable to see anything, Serena desperately grabbed his clothes as the overwhelming presence forcibly pushed back inside her.

“Couldn’t find a male to properly stir your insides? Is that why you’re carrying around a severed c*ck like this?”

“That’s not, ugh!”

Her inner walls, once opened, momentarily contracted but soon remembered the path they had made and swallowed the device. Unlike when it had simply grown by absorbing fluid, the strong force with a clear goal shoved the device inside, thrusting deep into her inner walls at once.

The man skillfully rotated his wrist, scraping every corner of her mucous membrane with the device. The writhing folds of her inner walls eagerly accepted the invader tormenting her and bit down hard.

“Oh, just stirred a little, but you’re swallowing it gladly. Maybe it won’t fall out even if I let go now? You should hold it tight. Isn’t it your precious husband, my lady?”

The man’s low-quality, vulgar words hit her like a mental slap. There were countless things she wanted to point out. 

But with each careless thrust, intense pleasure exploded like fireworks, making it impossible to gather her thoughts.

The clothes she had grabbed to restrain him, she now clutched pleadingly, desperately embracing his body. With her vision blocked, the sensations spreading inside her body felt even more distinct. 

In the end, what flowed from her gaping mouth wasn’t dignified criticism but sexually charged moans mixed with crying.