Side Story 1: Domination Under the Starlight and an Inescapable Sweetness

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, completely blocking out the afternoon sunlight. Only a dim, yellow floor lamp was on in the room, casting an ambiguous and hazy light.

I, or rather, the current "Xiaoguang," am kneeling on the soft carpet in an extremely shameful posture.

The pure white dress I was wearing, custom-made to match the "Xiaoguang" character, was now lifted up, bunching around my waist. A layer of flesh-colored kigurumi tights, like a second skin, clung tightly to my entire body, leaving no part of my fingers or toes uncovered. Beyond this "skin" were a pair of white, lace-trimmed over-the-knee stockings, digging into my thighs for a tight, restrictive feel.

My vision was limited by the two tiny eye openings on the skull, and I could only see a small patch of carpet pattern in front of me.

And behind me stood "Stars".

Or rather, it's Xiaoya, who controls all my senses and the switch to happiness at this moment.

"Xiaoguang, you need to slouch down."

A muffled voice, coming through my head, rang out. Although I couldn't hear it clearly, I could still imagine Xiaoya's expression, tinged with cunning and a desire for control, beneath the mask.

I obediently lowered my back, sticking my buttocks high in the air. This was our new game, an attempt at role reversal called "Four Loves." In this game, she was the supreme queen, and I was her most beloved, and entirely her puppet.

"Good girl."

A hand wearing a black lace glove gently caressed my buttocks. Even through the Kigurumi leather and stockings, the sensation was so vivid it sent shivers down my spine. She didn't touch my body directly, but rather, through this "skin," circled her fingertips around the hidden zipper.

“It’s…so soaked.” She chuckled, pressing her fingers lightly on the part that was tightly suppressed by the gaff and the bodysuit. “Even though it’s sealed, it’s still so energetic.”

I couldn't speak; a gag was stuffed in my mouth, and I could only make muffled whimpering sounds inside the scald. The temperature inside the mask was rising rapidly, and each breath brought scalding steam, making my vision even more blurred.

“Don’t rush, Zhe.” She changed her form of address, her voice becoming deep and seductive. “Today, here… we don’t need to use it.”

"hiss--"

That was the sound of a zipper being pulled open.

Immediately afterwards, a cool sensation washed over me. It was the special lubricant, cold and viscous, slowly flowing into my body through the opened gap.

Then, a foreign object was pressed against it.

It was a vibrating silicone massager specifically designed for this kind of play.

"Relax, Xiaoguang."

With her command, that cold, foreign object slowly and irresistibly squeezed into my previously unexplored, tight passage.

"Ugh—!!!"

I jerked my head back, gripping the carpet fibers tightly with both hands. An unprecedented, strange, and overwhelming feeling of being stretched and filled instantly filled my body. The thing hadn't fully entered; it was just hovering in a delicate position, its tip pressed precisely against that sensitive spot that made my very soul tremble—my prostate.

"Can you feel it?" Xiaoya's voice was full of mischievous glee. "The switch... is in my hand."

"Buzz—"

Without giving me any time to adjust, she pressed the remote control.

The massage stick started vibrating instantly.

"ah--!!!"

If I weren't wearing a gag, I would have screamed really loud. But now, that scream was stuck in my throat, turning into a muffled echo inside my head.

The vibration wasn't intense, but it was terrifyingly precise. It was like a tireless little hand, frantically pressing and rubbing that switch called "prostate".

Pleasure.

A pure, overwhelming pleasure, like an electric current, exploded from the coccyx and shot up the spine to the top of the head.

My body went limp instantly. If Xiaoya hadn't supported my waist, I probably would have collapsed to the ground.

"Don't fall down," she commanded. "You used to be the one who made me happy, but today... it's my turn to 'serve' you."

She increased the vibration level.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The vibrations became rapid and violent. Each vibration felt like it was trying to shake my soul out of this Kigurumi body.

Before me, the organ sealed by layers of cloth and tape, without any direct contact, was frantically engorged with blood, swollen, and painfully hard. It throbbed futilely in the confined space, seeking release, but was trapped tightly by the merciless restraints.

The pain of "wanting but not getting," coupled with the subsequent, continuous, soul-stirring pleasure, creates an **** form of torment.

"Waaaaah...waaaah..."

I shook my head desperately, tears and sweat mingling and soaking the lining of my mask. I wanted to beg her to stop, or... beg her to give me a quick ****.

But Xiaoya clearly wasn't planning to let me off so easily.

She crouched down, and her cold, beautiful masked face, belonging to "Stars," came close to my ear.

"Hold on, Ah Zhe." Her voice was like a devil's whisper, "Don't ejaculate. I'm going to drain you completely."

She reached out and, through my tight-fitting clothes, gently stroked my erection, a teasing touch that offered no real comfort. Meanwhile, the vibrations from behind surged to their maximum.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—!!!"

The vibrator felt like it was churning wildly inside me. Each thrust precisely struck that point of ecstasy.

My vision began to blur, and my consciousness gradually faded. I felt like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, completely losing control of my body.

"Haa...haa..."

My breathing was so rapid, it felt like I was about to suffocate.

"Are we there yet? Are we almost there?" Xiaoya's voice was filled with excitement.

Just when I felt I had reached that critical point and was about to collapse, she suddenly—turned off the switch.

The world fell silent instantly.

That feeling of emptiness, like falling from the clouds, almost drove me crazy.

"Woo! Woo!" I twisted my waist impatiently, like a puppy craving to be petted, and rubbed back, trying to find the missing vibration.

"Do you want it?" she chuckled, her fingers lightly tracing my back. "Beg me."

I nodded frantically inside my head.

"Truly honest."

She pressed the switch again.

This time, it was no longer a continuous vibration, but a rhythmic pulse that came and went, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"

This intensely rhythmic stimulation is more agonizing than continuous vibration. Each impact feels like an accumulation of energy.

The white stockings on the inside of my thighs were slightly deformed from the tension in my muscles. Sweat slid down my back, flowing into my groin, mixing with the cold lubricant, becoming a muddy mess.

"That's about enough..."

Xiaoya whispered. Suddenly, she reached out and, no longer just scratching an itch through her boots, but through my tight clothes, forcefully grasped my already rock-hard erection.

At the same time, the vibration was switched to a mode called "Burst".

A pincer attack from both sides.

"Aaaaaahh ...

I didn't even have time to prepare myself mentally.

That long-accumulated torrent, in that instant, completely breached its banks.

Without any direct caresses, I reached an unprecedented orgasm solely through the intense stimulation of my prostate and the pressure of her palms.

Streams of scalding liquid gushed out uncontrollably. But they had nowhere to go.

They were trapped between gaff, Kigurumi leather, and stockings.

I could clearly feel the warm, sticky liquid spreading through the narrow space of the fabric, soaking my lower abdomen, and flowing down my thighs, making my originally dry bodysuit and stockings wet and warm.

The shame of being enveloped and soiled by my own bodily fluids transformed into a supreme aftertaste at that moment, causing my brain to completely shut down.

I collapsed onto the carpet, my body still twitching from time to time from the afterglow of my orgasm.

The shaking finally stopped.

Xiaoya… or “Xingchen”, slowly pulled out the prop that had already completed its mission.

Then, she knelt down and hugged me in her arms.

We were still wearing masks. Our two delicate heads were pressed tightly together.

"Thank you for your hard work, my light."

Through her gloves, she gently stroked my sweat-soaked body, her voice filled with satisfaction and affection.

I leaned weakly against her, feeling a blissful emptiness that, though drained, was strangely fulfilling. Beneath this thick shell, in this absurd yet intense game, our souls were closer than ever before.

(End of Extra Chapter 1)