【The Little Witch's Embarrassing Affairs】(03) Author: Sour Fruit

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Author: Sour Fruit
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Remember at the end of Chapter Two I said I'd tell you about my gaming friends, so let's talk about that today :)

I remember a friend in the Honor of Kings server named Pipi (I always laugh at that name, it conjures up images of a
big, dark butt). He was a bad guy; he's the one who got me into the gaming community. He was our guild leader before,
and he took good care of me. He was probably a warm guy, or maybe a warm older man, hehe (please don't scold me if you see this
, and please don't tell anyone my number!).

He was quite humorous, probably from the North, a straightforward guy. I'm usually pretty bad at games, and he often helped
me. Sometimes when I felt that fighting monsters wasn't fun anymore, he'd take me through the rift to the Demon Realm to kill people. I sneaked
around , killing any lone monsters I encountered, while I healed them. I practically roamed every corner of the demon realm. Sometimes we'd
sit on a large, suspended rock, waiting for demons to join us. We'd chat there, and I gradually developed feelings for him.
I felt we got along quite well, and I was quite relaxed around him. We didn't know each other in real life anyway; as long as we felt
good about , we could talk about anything. Later, he gave me his QQ number (WeChat wasn't very popular back then).
We'd chat on QQ occasionally when we weren't playing games.

I remember once I was on a business trip, and I had dinner and drinks with some leaders, then went to karaoke (back then, the crackdown
wasn't too strict). I had just gotten back to the hotel when I received a message from him.

The gist of it was asking why I hadn't logged into the game.

I said I was on a business trip

(the following details aren't entirely accurate, but it was something like that).

Pipi: Have you eaten?

Me: Yes.

Pipi: Why are you so late?

Me: I had dinner and karaoke with the leaders tonight.

Pipi: You're offering escort services?

Me: You're the one offering escort services!

Pipi: Did the leaders…

Me: What?

Pi: You're the one getting seduced, hehe.

Me: You're the one getting seduced! You really want me to get seduced, right?

Pi: You're so pretty, if I were the boss, I'd definitely seduce you. Even if I didn't succeed, just touching you would be good, hehe

. Me: You think everyone's like you, so lecherous. Disdainful

Pi: Didn't you go to karaoke with the boss tonight?

Me: Of course I did! But they were all old songs, I can't sing them

. Pi: Did you dance?

Me: I just danced randomly, anyway, I drank a lot, I'm dizzy

. Pi: Be careful, you might do something inappropriate while drunk, hehe, I'll come knocking on your door later.

Me: I share a room with a colleague, what's the big deal

? Pi: Male colleague? ???

Me: Female colleague

. Pi: Female colleague is great, I'll come for a threesome later. Me: I'd never do a

threesome with you . Pi: Did you want to when you were drunk ? Me: What did you want? Pi: You know. Me: There's nothing I can do about it. Pi: I'll play you a video, you can do it yourself. Me: There's no Wi-Fi here, using mobile data is too expensive, besides, I don't like watching those things, you know that. Pi: "Then I'll send you a website, you can read it yourself. " Then he gave a wicked laugh and saved the website to my phone . I'd only ever read time-travel stories before, and they weren't particularly explicit. This was the first time I'd seen such explicit erotica on xx, and my heart was pounding. Although it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing, it was still quite exciting. Especially since I remembered one story about exposure , it felt so adventurous and exciting. I suddenly thought that if I went to the bathroom to sing karaoke at night and took off my underwear, and then sang with them, the lights in the karaoke room would be so dim, they probably wouldn't notice, how exciting would that be? Just thinking about it made my face burn. So embarrassing. I felt my breathing become deeper, and I deliberately slowed down my breathing so my female colleague wouldn't notice. "How's it going?" Pi sent me a message. "Watching it now." "Exciting, right? Hehe." Pi gave me a wicked grin. "It's okay." How could I easily tell him how I felt? How embarrassing. "Let's have a voice chat, make love." I looked up and saw my female colleague with her back to me, playing on her phone. "Not today, she's still awake," I replied. "Then let's have some texting," Pipi suggested. "I don't know how, can you teach me?" I don't know why I agreed so readily and closed the webpage. He sent me flirtatious messages one by one. The feeling of communicating with someone is different from reading a book. Maybe it's because of the interaction, but it feels very exciting, and my heart is beating faster. My arm occasionally touches my chest, and even through the nightgown, I feel an electric current running through me, a tingling and numb sensation. So, I held my phone in one hand and gently pinched my breast with the other . But I couldn't reach the itchy spot through the nightgown, and the stimulation wasn't strong enough. My heart was pounding like a cat's claws, and I was worried that my colleague would hear the sound of the fabric rubbing together. So, I pretended to say to my colleague, "Is there something wrong with the air conditioner? It's so hot, are you hot?" "I'm fine." "Oh, I'm a little hot." As I said this, I took off my nightgown , put it next to my pillow, and crawled into bed. "If you're really hot, you don't need to cover yourself with the blanket," my colleague suggested. "I still prefer to cover myself with the blanket," I replied. Are you kidding me? If I don't cover myself with the blanket, won't you find out about my little actions? I pulled the covers up, and Pipi had already sent me several messages: "Are your nipples erect? I really want to kiss them! I'm so hard!" Reading this, I felt a jolt between my legs, and I gently pulled them together, my knees pressed tightly together . "I just took off my nightgown, it feels so hot," I texted back. "I'll help you, let me lick your nipples, are your nipples big?" "Not big." "Hmm, I love small nipples the most. I'll lick your nipples while between your legs with my knees." "Hmm." I stimulated my right breast with my left hand while reading the messages, feeling my underwear was wet and hot. I pulled the covers off from behind, exposing my buttocks to the outside (I was facing my colleague with my left side turned, so she wouldn't see what was on my phone, and my back was facing the window, so she couldn't see either). The cool air from the air conditioner made my inner thighs feel very cold; they were definitely soaked. My butt kept sending tempting messages, and my heart was pounding faster and faster. If there were a man here, I definitely would… I'm too embarrassed to say! I gently bit my lower lip, switched the phone to my left hand, and slid my right hand down my abdomen to my pubic bone, pulling…

I gently pulled up the cuff of my underwear. "Mmm~" A long-lost thrill surged through me. My clitoris
reacted so strongly to this gentle stimulation; perhaps sufficient foreplay really does make one more sensitive.

My fingers moved downwards, slipping into the crevice between my thighs. The soft fabric of my underwear was already incredibly smooth,
revealing a small, raised mark—precisely the spot that drove me wild. I
rubbed and circled the raised spot with my index finger, a tingling sensation quickly spreading throughout my pelvis, making me involuntarily let out a sound, "Mmm
~ cough cough." To avoid embarrassment, I quickly coughed twice. My face was slightly sweaty, and my long hair was plastered to
my cheeks.

Seeing that my colleague didn't react, I relaxed. I bit the blanket with my mouth, increasing the speed of my movements, while
constantly listening for any rhythmic rubbing sounds.

The signals from my buttocks were becoming increasingly explicit and stimulating. As the movements below quickened, my heart pounded
faster and faster; I felt like I was going crazy.

The stimulation through my underwear was no longer enough to satisfy my rising desire. Taking advantage of turning over, I quickly pulled my panties down a bit from
the front , making it easier for my little actions. My middle finger slid down the slit, past the urethra,
to the familiar, long-lost spot.

I felt a warm, clear spring; my labia minora kissed my fingertip, yearning for penetration.

My middle finger moved upwards, reaching the clitoris. From below, I could touch it directly, but from above, I had to go through
the foreskin . The tender clitoris was scratched by my fingernail, sending a strong, intense stimulation mixed with a slight pain rushing to my brain, almost
driving me mad!

I couldn't think anymore. I put my phone on the bedside table, freeing my hands. My left hand rubbed my
erect nipple, while my right middle finger rubbed up and down the slit in the middle of my vulva. My abdomen tightened, my buttocks
gradually arched backward, and my love juice kept flowing out, running down my left buttock. I could vaguely hear the "squeaking"
sound of water. I quickly pulled the blanket over myself, and while I was pulling the blanket over, I slipped my middle finger inside.

A gush of love juice was squeezed out, flowing down her buttocks and into the back of her underwear. She hadn't felt it before because she wasn't covered by the blanket, but
now she suddenly felt her entire back of her underwear was soaked, especially the left side, which, pressed
against her buttocks by the blanket.

Her middle finger moved inwards, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina, searching for the many small bumps and protrusions—
her favorite and most insane spot: the G-spot. She didn't know why she particularly liked it there; perhaps she
was just a greedy girl.

She used her middle finger to explore inside, circling and searching for the location. A wave of tingling and the urge to urinate washed over her; she knew she
had found it.

The pad of her middle finger rubbed against the uneven bumps, like being kissed and teased by her beloved god;
the pleasure was indescribable. The nectar from her vagina slowly flowed out from both sides of her fingers, gradually wetting
her inner thighs , leaving them glistening.

The climax was building, my teeth clenching tighter and tighter, fantasizing about my crush's firm chest gently rubbing against my nipples, his
large penis thrusting in and out of my tender honey pot. I was almost about to cry out, I could almost hear
the "gurgling" sounds coming from below, it was so lewd~

"I'm about to cum~" a strong voice cried out in my heart. "I can't cum on the bed, it'll be
embarrassing , whatever, I'll just cum, I'm going crazy~" Two voices were constantly fighting in my mind, I squeezed my legs together,
straightened my neck, the suppressed desire was about to explode...

Suddenly, there was a sound from across the room, my colleague turned around with her phone in hand (she had been lying with her back to me).

Oh no! Faced with the sudden situation, my hand froze instantly, my body stiffened, I held my breath, and
dared not move an inch. But the stimulating momentum and the desire that had already reached its peak still burst forth instantly. My middle finger strongly
felt the rhythmic, intense contractions of my vagina. Waves of intense spasms in my lower body made my buttocks ache from
the contractions , and my lower abdomen trembled. Although no fluid gushed out, my spasming vagina still squeezed out streams of nectar,
flowing down my fingers to my thighs. My colleague across from me was holding her phone, pointing it in my direction. I didn't know if she had discovered my
secret. Perhaps only I knew about the waves of contractions in my lower body.

The contractions of my vagina gradually subsided, and I let out a long sigh of relief.
I smoothed the hair that was sticking to my face and slowly withdrew my other hand from between my legs. I didn't even dare to put my underwear back on, afraid that she would discover my
shameful secret. I didn't know what to do with the nectar on my hand, so I could only secretly let it dry behind my back, hoping it would dry quickly.

Although I had temporarily released my desire, the accumulated emotions lingered in my body. My lower abdomen ached, and
my heart was still beating fast. I wonder if other girls in the group feel the same way. Actually, the more a girl masturbates, the less
satisfied she feels inside; she feels empty, not just in her genitals, but also in her heart—an emptiness she can't fill on her own
. So there's a saying that the closest place to a girl's heart is actually her vagina.

But the feeling of secretly masturbating in front of friends is so exciting, both scary and pleasurable, it comes quickly
and intensely. I've gradually come to like this feeling, the feeling of orgasming in front of others, like squeezing
a balloon—the tighter you squeeze, the bigger the bounce—purely psychological enjoyment.

My friends invited me out for fun. I was planning to write about meeting up with my online gaming buddies, but I'll see if I get the chance
tonight .

Happy 520, my fellow horny guys!! Love you all!!

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