15. Vibration (2)

We spent quite a long time gathering chestnuts.

We ate the packed lunch I’d brought along, took a short nap, and enjoyed the outing.

Stretching my back after repeatedly bending over, I patted my sore waist and said to Jane:

“We really gathered a lot. This should be enough, right?”

“Yeah, shall we head back?”

Despite all the fuss, we’d barely filled one sack with chestnuts.

Truthfully, we didn’t even need this much – just enough for Jane’s experiments would’ve sufficed.

But being outdoors after so long made me so excited that I went overboard.

After greeting Johnny (the horse) and the coachman waiting at the forest entrance, we boarded the carriage.

Just like on the way here, the ride was smoother than a regular passenger carriage.

Well, it is the king’s carriage after all.

How much time had passed?

The sun visible through the window was beginning to set.

“Haa~am.”

Having donated all my stamina as payment for vigorous activity, I let out a drawn-out yawn.

“Hahm.”

They say yawns are contagious – Jane, who hadn’t taken her eyes off me, covered her mouth and gave a small yawn too.

Wiping the moisture that had naturally gathered at the corners of her eyes, Jane said:

“You can sleep if you’re tired. We’ve still got a ways to go.”

“Mmm.”

But I shook my head vigorously.

“If I sleep now, I definitely won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“Is that so?”

-Swish

Jane, who’d been sitting across from me, moved to sit beside me.

Her warm body heat transferred through our touching shoulders.

At that moment, she whispered in my ear:

“Then we just won’t sleep tonight.”

“Eek!”

Startled, my eyes flew open.

The sticky temptation in her words seemed to tickle my brain right through my eardrums.

A hand casually wrapping around my waist.

The soft sensation against my shoulder.

A warm, seductive fragrance.

“Uuu…”

My cheeks burned hot despite my efforts to get used to my Master’s affectionate displays.

Jane, who’d been gazing down at me, licked her thin lips and asked:

“Awake now?”

“Huh? Yes!”

I worried the pounding of my heart might be audible.

Seeing Jane’s smile deepen, it seemed I’d already been found out.

“Mouth.”

A short word and decisive tone.

Before I could even think, my body moved as programmed.

Eyes tightly shut, lips slightly parted.

-Smooch

A light kiss, like praise for being good.

Then a hot, pliant tongue pushed past my lips.

“Hmm.”

Jane tapped my front teeth as if telling me to open wider.

A tongue teasingly stimulating the sensitive membranes inside my mouth.

The sticky sound of mingling saliva made my eardrums itch, shoulders hunching reflexively.

“Hah.”

Why does breathing become so difficult when kissing?

Even when I resolve to breathe properly, once our tongues tangle I forget like an idiot.

Jane withdrew her tongue after thoroughly exploring inside and nibbled my lower lip.

Then she whispered to my dazed self:

“Lily, breathe.”

This pattern repeats – Jane checking my state and giving me breaks.

It’s a bit frustrating how such small things make me feel so overwhelmed by her.

“Hah, hah, huu…”

Jane wiped away the drool that had escaped with her thumb.

-Smooch

A peck like a bird’s stole away the tears that had welled up.

-Smooch smooch

The light butterfly kisses gradually descended from my eyes.

They fairly distributed affection to my sweaty nose tip and burning cheeks alike.

As always, my wandering hands were caught by Jane.

Fingers interlaced, palms pressed together.

“Ah…”

How strange.

Simply holding hands feels more indecent than the kiss.

Jane placed one of my hands on her shoulder.

Then pulled me in by the waist.

“Eek! J-Jane.”

Naturally, I ended up straddling Jane, looking down at her.

Her relaxed, confident smile seemed momentarily cool.

“You’re blushing again.”

“Mmm.”

This time Jane closed her eyes first.

Though unspoken, I understood.

She wanted me to kiss her.

Just counting numbers, Jane and I have kissed quite a lot.

So why does it still make me inexplicably shy?

Hesitating, I tightly shut my eyes and lowered my head.

The soft, addictive sensation returned once more.

But it stopped there.

Because I belatedly realized the carriage had halted.

Of course, Jane wasn’t one to care about such things.

“Mmph?!”

With a hand pulling the back of my head, I remained trapped against Jane for quite some time.

From outside the carriage, I thought I heard a sigh.

***

-Bzzzz

I don’t understand the principle, but Jane created a vibrator from chestnuts.

And she did it by skipping sleep, which she loves so much.

Naturally, Jane inserted the vibrator into a dildo.

Yet another dick extension.

Seeing the now-advanced dildo with even veins recreated, vibrating away, I finally spoke up:

“How about trying to make something different?”

Dildos? Phalluses? Fine.

It is an adult shop after all.

But there should be limits.

For a moment, I thought I saw Jane smile slightly.

She tilted her head and asked me:

“Then what should I make?”

“Remember the massager we talked about before?”

“Ah, that.”

She didn’t seem very enthusiastic.

“Why? Don’t you like the idea?”

“It’s not an adult product.”

My ever-consistent Master.

I could have let it go.

But something about Jane’s attitude made me unconsciously try to persuade her.

“Originally, masturbation aids are meant to relieve built-up stress, right? Massagers are the same. That feeling of releasing tense muscles – it’s really nice, you know?”

“Fine. I’ll try making one.”

Jane reluctantly nodded.

She asked for the massager sketch I’d drawn before.

It felt odd to just tear out that part, so I handed over all the sketches.

“I feel like I’ve been tricked somehow.”

Watching Jane’s retreating back as she headed to the laboratory with light steps, I muttered.

But soon I shrugged.

“Well, she looks happy. Doesn’t matter, I guess.”

***

A week had passed since our chestnut-gathering outing.

Early morning before opening the shop.

Jane, who’d stayed up all night, unveiled a new product.

“Uh, what’s this?”

A small, round-bodied toy resembling an egg with a thick cord – an egg vibrator often seen in adult media from my past life.

“Still working on the massager. The exterior is done, but I can’t get the vibration intensity right for muscle relief.”

“Really?”

“So I started with the simplest-looking sketch you showed me.”

The familiar pink vibrator, about thumb-sized.

I was slightly puzzled by the lack of visible switch but didn’t ask.

Well, it’s Jane’s creation.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted from the vibrator.

Bringing it closer, I recognized the source.

“Jane, you’ve tried this?”

“Yeah, vibrations really do feel amazing, just as I thought.”

No wonder she looked slightly tired.

Yet the fiery passion in Jane’s eyes still burned brightly.

“Lily, what do you think? Will this sell? If we price it low, it might do well.”

I nodded obediently.

“Probably.”

Then I offered the vibrator back to Jane.

But she grabbed my hand and pressed it back, whispering:

“Try it.”

“This? Why me?”

I naturally refused.

But Jane held a very sharp blade.

“Pepino.”

“Eek!”

Under her subtle pressure (having already given me one pass), I surrendered.

“Sigh… fine. I’ll try it tonight and tell you how it feels.”

So please let go of my hand now, Master.

Despite agreeing to use it later, Jane didn’t release me.

Instead, she slowly shook her head ominously.

No way?

“Now.”

“Huh? No way?”

“Use it now.”

“Are you crazy?!”

I tried to escape hastily but was subdued quite easily.

“Ngh!”

Jane successfully inserted the vibrator inside me.

The unfamiliar sensation where only fingers had been before.

I bit my lip and flushed red.

Then the earlier question resurfaced.

There was no switch?

“But how does it wor””, ahh!”

-Bzzzz

The bee-like vibration made my vaginal walls tremble violently.

Unaccustomed to this stimulation, my legs immediately gave out.

-Thud

“Hng… t-turn it off! Now!”

Jane giggled while observing me.

She held a pink bead matching the vibrator.

“Ngh, wireless? You said no magic… ah!”

The vibrations shaking not just my walls but my uterus made me hunch over, clutching my stomach.

Rather than subsiding, the vibrations seemed to intensify.

“No magic applied. Amazing, right? But the battery life is short.”

“I get it! Ah! Just turn it off!”

Only when my voice rose did Jane operate the switch.

Even after stopping, the stimulation seemed to linger inside.

“Haah, haah. We tried it, so that’s enough, right?”

Wiping my sweaty brow, I asked Jane.

Though brief, my panties were damp.

But Jane shook her head, denying my request.

“What nonsense. We need durability testing too.”

“So you want me to mind the shop with this inside?”

“Exactly.”

My vision swam.

How had she become so skilled at tormenting people?

No wonder she’d been quiet all week.

Whether I despaired or not, Jane effortlessly lifted my limp body onto a chair.

Patting my back, she said:

“Hang in there.”

“Ow.”

My Master truly has a gift for getting under people’s skin.

But how am I supposed to endure this?