Chapter 2 Stimulation

“Wait! Where are you taking me?!”

I put up a fierce struggle against the two burly men who had grabbed me and held my arms in a vice-like grip. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air as they hurriedly pushed me into the car. My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically tried to open the door, but it was futile - the lock had been engaged. I wriggled in the plush leather seats, still trying to free myself. Meanwhile, a man in a crisp blue suit entered the car with a calm demeanor, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Due to my drenched clothes and body, the back seat ended up getting wet. As I gazed out, the rain continued to pour relentlessly. Suddenly, I turned my head and found the man staring at me. Reacting impulsively, I slapped his chest with both hands and yelled, “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!”

As I cried out, he rubbed his ear in response, as if my voice had deafened him. With no hint of remorse, he asked, “Do you really want to rot in that location?”

I lapsed into silence, realizing that I, too, did not have the answer to that question. Ever since my parents disappeared, it felt like my life had lost its purpose. My peace was shattered, and all I wanted was to reunite with them, to join them once again. But the thought of seeking retribution for their untimely demise held me back. I couldn’t bear the idea of their tragic fates being meaningless.

Tears once again streamed down my face as I struggled to contain the overwhelming blend of emotions I was experiencing. The pain was too much to bear, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I broke down and bawled uncontrollably, while the driver and the other guard in the front seat remained silent. The man sitting next to me remained fixated on staring out the window.

Looking at him, I noticed his jaw clenching as he whispered to me, “Everyone else has already gone. You’re the last one here. From tomorrow, they’ll start a reconstruction project to build a toy factory and office.”

As tears streamed down my face, I nodded in apparent comprehension of his words. My voice choked with rage. “So, you knew about this? Are you to blame for the tragic deaths in that accident?”

“No,” he replied icily, without even glancing in my direction.

While I wasn’t entirely content with his response, it sufficed to put my mind at ease that I wasn’t in close proximity to the individual whom I despised.

My tears stopped flowing and the only sound that filled the space was the hum of the air conditioning. No one uttered a word to either of us. I never bothered to inquire where he was taking me, since he didn’t appear to have any malicious intent. To top it off, I had no personal belongings left since they were all destroyed when our home was wrecked.

As I was on the ride, I dozed off. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a man wearing a blue tuxedo who lifted me up as if I were a bride. While being held, I couldn’t help but notice his striking features, such as his sharp nose and perfectly chiseled jawline.

“Make sure to get some rest early. I’ll ask the maids to provide you with clothes and assist you in taking a bath.”

“Uh-hmm.” I nodded, but my stomach chose that moment to loudly growl.

Closing my eyes in embarrassment, I slowly hid in his chest. Feeling his clothes were wet, I quickly changed the topic. “I’m sorry. I must have made your clothes soaked.”

I didn’t know how he answered with a rough voice yet made it sound so caring. “Don’t mind that. I’ll tell the helpers to prepare food for you.”

After the man finished speaking, I found myself drawn to the seductive tone of his voice, wishing I could just disappear into the ground. He had been about to seat me on the sofa, but I stopped him, aware that my damp clothes would ruin it. Looking past him, I noticed that his two guards had left. “Thank you for your assistance. Can I ask your name?”

“Andrius,” he frigidly replied.

“Andrius.” I repeated and smiled.

He took hold of my shoulder and swiftly turned me towards a door. He gently nudged me forward. “Here’s the bathroom. There’s one in every room, too. It’s best you take a shower now. You’ve been soaked in the rain for a few days, and you might catch a cold. I’ll ask Mary to bring you clothes. Just let her know if you need anything else.”

Looking at him, I glimpsed the serene blue in his eyes, reminiscent of a peaceful ocean on a sunny day. His voice was so alluring, it sent shivers down my spine. Even then, I couldn’t help but recall the faint scent of his cologne and the warmth of his hand on mine.

Upon entering, I promptly retreated to the bathtub, an experience that was entirely new to me. The mansion I found myself in was unlike anything I had ever encountered before, especially when compared to my usual lifestyle and home. As I submerged my head in the water, I reflected on the events of the past few days. Although I no longer cried, the realization that my parents were gone continued to weigh heavily on my heart.

As there was a knock on the door, I snapped back to reality. A deep voice spoke up, “I forgot that today is the helpers’ day off. Don’t worry, I’ll ask the guard to get you some clothes.”

I was apprehensive about the idea of the guards purchasing my underwear, as it would have been humiliating. Without hesitation, I said, “No, thank you. Could I instead wear the maid’s clothing? I’ll wash it myself after I’m done using it.”

“Okay,” he answered.

I could still see the image of Andrius’s face, even though he was behind the door. I swiftly touched the sensitive part of my body with my right hand while the left hand played the mound of my chest.

The short and weak moan came out of my mouth. “Ah.”

Even though I wasn’t particularly tall, I could say that my body and chest were well-shaped. I was still a virgin and had never had sex with any man, but I would not deny the fact that I knew sexual matters. Thanks to porn sites. However, this was only the first time I had touched myself. Every time I thought of Andrius’ deep voice and his impassive face — it was as if heat wrapped around my body.

I stimulated my clitoris, just as I’ve seen in videos before. As I did so, I also applied pressure to my nipple, which resulted in a powerful sensation. After only two minutes of this, I explored further and inserted one finger into my vaginal opening.

“It’s not enough,” I whispered. I tried to add another finger and groaned. “Ugh. Ahh.”

I continued to apply pressure to my finger until I experienced a sensation akin to urination. Suddenly, I felt a liquid being released as I stretched my legs.

Realizing what it was, I hastily rose from the bathtub and drained the water. I promptly covered my face as I felt embarrassed about the whole situation.

I murmured to the air while my skin grew hot. ‘What the fuck have I done?’