A L*st at First Sight (Lily Futa) - Chapter 5

Liu Yuelan had left a long time ago, but Yu Qianlin still stood frozen in place, her whole body drained of strength. Recalling the scene from earlier filled her with lingering fear. Although her real secret hadn’t been discovered, she had caused a huge misunderstanding — and such an embarrassing one at that. That woman would definitely become even more unrestrained from now on.

Just thinking about how she would tease and torment her even more brazenly, and possibly engage in even more intimate contact like today, made Yu Qianlin feel that her future days would be very difficult.

Angry at her own helplessness, Yu Qianlin gritted her teeth, only to realize something was wrong. When her tongue moved, she finally noticed the silk scarf that the woman had playfully stuffed into her mouth. She quickly reached up to pull it out. Seeing that her gloves were dirty, she clamped them under her arm, removed the gloves, and pulled out the scarf, intending to walk over to the trash can.

The moment she lifted her leg, a sharp pain came from her unspoken area. She looked down at the still swollen spot between her legs, gritted her teeth, and slowly shuffled over. She placed her hand above the trash can, about to let go, but the image of the woman’s seductive kiss on the scarf flashed through her mind again. Her fingers tightened once more.

In the end, she closed her eyes, crumpled the silk scarf into a ball, and stuffed it into her pants pocket. Then she walked out in an awkward posture.

Before leaving, the night-shift colleague had already arrived. Yu Qianlin told him that if he got hungry at night, he could eat the leftover food on the table — she didn’t want to see it tomorrow. The other person agreed in confusion.

It was just some dumplings and meat. Why was Sister Lin so angry? Did it taste that bad?

Yu Qianlin had been driving for a while when she received a text message saying her express delivery had arrived and asking her to pick it up promptly. Thinking of the things she had bought a couple of days ago, she swallowed hard, pressed her legs together, and felt a faint discomfort. She sighed helplessly and sped up toward home.

After picking up the package and returning home, she took a shower first. She had sweated a lot earlier and felt uncomfortable the whole way back. She changed into short-sleeve pajamas and shorts, scrolled on her phone for a while, and then remembered the package outside.

She went to the living room, unpacked the outer box, and was greeted by blatantly erotic packaging along with a pile of scattered small items. She glanced at them, piled everything together, carried it to the bedroom, and locked the door.

She threw the items onto the bed, squatted beside it, and scanned them several times. Covering her face, she hesitated for a while before curiously spreading her fingers apart. She began reading the words and detailed descriptions on the packaging boxes. The vivid descriptions made her face burn with embarrassment.

Yu Qianlin ruffled her hair a few times, finally reached out, and opened one of the boxes. Inside was a pink cylindrical object shaped somewhat like a dumbbell. She poked it with her finger — the outside was hard plastic. Puzzled, she picked it up and turned it around. Following the instructions, she unscrewed the cap on one end. When she saw the realistic entrance inside, she quickly closed it again, and another layer of sweat broke out on her body.

So strange… let me take another look.

She swallowed, put the item back, and rummaged through the scattered small toys beside it. The merchant had thoughtfully included lubricant, disinfectant, and condoms…

Yu Qianlin moved the items to the table, leaned against the headboard, and started reading the instruction manual. Just the text descriptions alone were already very tempting. If the people who wrote these copy could help write promotional flyers for their shop, it would be great.

After letting her thoughts wander like this for a while, when she put down the manual, Yu Qianlin could already feel herself starting to swell below. She clenched her right hand into a fist and pressed it against her forehead, her mind torn between desire and reason.

She had never masturbated before.

She had dated two girlfriends in the past. With the first one, she hadn’t dared to tell her about the thing between her legs. But once their relationship stabilized and things got intimate, she could no longer hide it. The other woman got very angry, accused her of deception, and said many harsh things in the heat of the moment. Yu Qianlin felt guilty and could only apologize desperately and admit her faults.

The second one had pursued her. She also had feelings for the other woman, so before things progressed further, she explained her situation in advance. Luckily, the other woman said she didn’t mind, but demanded that during sex she must not take off her pants — she didn’t want to see that thing. Even so, Yu Qianlin was very happy. They dated for a long time, but every time they had sex she felt extremely pent-up. Later, after the other woman finished, she would beg her to help with her hand a few times. The other woman was always disgusted, and her expression at the end always looked like she had touched something dirty. Eventually Yu Qianlin stopped asking, and their relationship gradually faded.

The dramatic part was that the other woman later dumped her, went on a blind date with a man, and got married, leaving behind a sentence Yu Qianlin couldn’t refute:

“If I can even accept that thing between your legs, why wouldn’t I just find a real man to date and marry? I wouldn’t have to be discriminated against as a lesbian, and I could live a normal life.”

Yu Qianlin hugged her legs with both arms and buried her face in them. Suddenly she lost all interest, and the swelling below began to subside.

She slowly put the toys away, closed the box, and picked it up to put it in the cabinet. Suddenly she noticed a corner of the blue-and-white silk scarf sticking out of the pocket of the jeans she had changed out of at the end of the bed.

Yu Qianlin crawled over, slowly pulled out the silk scarf, and the familiar, enchanting scent wafted to her nose. She thought again of the deep, seductive kiss Liu Yuelan had left on it, and how the woman had pressed that same spot against her own lips — kissing her through the scarf. If she could really kiss her…

Yu Qianlin’s breathing quickened. She curled her legs up into a ball. The area that had calmed down began to harden and swell again, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She knew she couldn’t continue like this. Every time she used cold water, it could take it, but she couldn’t. Ever since meeting that vixen, every time she thought of her she would suffer for a long time.

Because she could never fully release, she became more and more anxious, and it grew increasingly resistant to cold water. Yu Qianlin had no way to deal with it. A few days ago she had another dream about that woman and woke up burning hot in the middle of the night. Although it was because she had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner, the erection between her legs made it impossible to ignore. In the middle of the night, with hormones raging, it seriously affected her mood and sleep, so she placed an overnight order for a masturbator.

She held the silk scarf, leaned back against the headboard, and took out the prepared masturbator again. She stuffed the scarf into the pocket of her pajamas for safekeeping. Following the instructions, she first tore open a condom, pulled down her pants, and a vigorous cock sprang out. Yu Qianlin still wasn’t used to seeing it, especially when it was erect and looked so exaggerated, which made her feel even more like a monster.

With a look of disgust, she awkwardly rolled the condom on. It felt a bit tight, and there was still a bit left that couldn’t go on. It should be fine, right?

She picked up the masturbator, unscrewed one end of the cap, revealing a realistic flesh-colored little pussy with labia on both sides. She swallowed hard, aimed the masturbator at the head of her cock, and began pushing down hard.

It wouldn’t go in.

She tried several different angles. In the end, she had to use her hand to hold the base to help, and only managed to get a little bit inside. Panting anxiously, she grabbed the instruction manual beside her, read it, threw it aside, squeezed some lubricant onto the shaft, and tried again.

This time the head went in smoothly, but then it got stuck again. Forcing it a little further hurt her. After struggling for a few minutes, she gave up in frustration and tossed the thing aside. She lay there panting while staring at the ceiling, suddenly feeling both embarrassed and pitiful.

Unwilling to accept defeat, she picked up her phone and looked up reviews for the product. She saw everyone praising it highly and began to suspect she hadn’t bought the same item.

She opened the customer service chat and typed while biting her lip.

: Why can’t it go in?
: Hi dear, welcome to our shop. Happy to serve you~
: What do I do if it won’t go in?
: Dear, which product did you purchase?
: [link]
: Dear, you can use lubricant to help it enter~
: I already used it, but it still won’t go in.
: Dear, this product has entrances of 0.8cm and 1.5cm. If your size is larger, we recommend buying the bigger one! With lubricant it will enter very easily~

Yu Qianlin’s vision went black. She threw her phone aside and covered her eyes.

When she bought it, she had been impatient and hadn’t thought too much. Normally she only touched that area when using the toilet and it felt small, so her first reaction was that buying the large size would be unsatisfying and the small one would definitely fit. So she ordered it directly.

She squinted at the erect thing between her legs. It even swayed left and right, as if feeling very proud. Yu Qianlin wanted to cry but had no tears. She removed the useless condom, and her fingers tapped rapidly on her abdomen as she thought about how to get through this awkward phase.

Her finger movements gradually slowed. Yu Qianlin spread her hand open and looked at her slender fingers. She remembered the feeling of being stroked to release in the past. Maybe that would work too.

She licked her lips, reached out, and grasped the hard cock. It was hot. She moved her hand up and down a few times and couldn’t help letting out a muffled groan from the stimulation. She sped up her hand movements. Feeling that the friction was a bit dry, she squeezed some lubricant onto it and continued stroking, her breathing becoming disordered.

She closed her eyes and began to fantasize. Suddenly remembering something, she pulled the silk scarf out of her shirt pocket with her left hand, pressed it firmly to her face, and inhaled deeply. After only a few more strokes with her right hand, she trembled and collapsed sideways onto the bed. Her legs rubbed against the smooth sheets while the cock in her right hand continued twitching. Several streaks of thick white fluid landed on her stomach, and her palm was sticky. She couldn’t help stroking a few more times, and more fluid spurted from the tip.

She rubbed her face obsessively against the silk scarf on the bed, silently repeating something with her mouth. Later she became even more frenzied, licking it with her tongue as if it were some delicious dessert.

She didn’t know how long it took before she finally came back to her senses from the bone-melting pleasure. Only then did she realize what she had been murmuring the whole time.

“Ah Lan… Ah Lan…”

After a night of indulgence, life returned to normal.

For some reason, Liu Yuelan had stopped harassing Yu Qianlin. When the latter had free time and checked her phone, she actually felt a little unaccustomed to not seeing any messages from her.

If she hadn’t gone back to the bedroom and seen the silk scarf neatly placed beside her pillow, she would have thought that day’s events were just a dream.

The silk scarf had been washed since that day, so it no longer carried Liu Yuelan’s scent. But Yu Qianlin still liked to rub against it before falling asleep — cursing herself for being perverted while gaining psychological satisfaction.

One day, she excitedly brought a new delivery upstairs. After opening it, she found another box with overtly erotic packaging.

She took the item to the bedroom, locked the door, and opened it. Inside was a pink masturbator. Once she took it out, she couldn’t put it down — it was so soft.

This time the masturbator wasn’t an impulsive purchase. She had read many blogger recommendations and video reviews before choosing this one.

It was said to be especially soft, with top-grade, safe material.

Yu Qianlin squeezed the masturbator through the bag, took out a paper from the box to read the introduction, and flipped to the back where she saw the internal cross-section diagram and some text.

Tight entrance, cute fleshy beads, pink granules, gate meat pillar, wrinkled flesh patterns, breaching the uterus…

Yu Qianlin’s face flushed and her heart raced. She couldn’t wait to tear open the packaging bag and take it out. What met her eyes was an even more realistic pair of labia and pussy than last time. She reached out and touched it — it was so soft that she couldn’t help rubbing it for a while. She spread it open and took a look inside. Although she couldn’t see clearly, she could imagine it from the cross-section diagram.

She was already unbearably swollen below. She took off her jeans, lay on the bed, bit the folded silk scarf in her mouth, and pulled her underwear down a little. Her already hard cock immediately sprang out.

She put on a condom, squeezed some more lubricant onto it, held the shaft with one hand and the masturbator with the other, and slid it down. This time the head went in very smoothly. She trembled from the stimulation, paused for a minute to adjust, then continued pressing the masturbator downward. Once it was almost fully inside, she was already breathing heavily.

Her cock was wrapped tightly and softly by the masturbator. Even through the condom she could feel the granular textures rubbing against the shaft. The tip seemed to have hit somewhere sensitive, making her let out soft moans. The silk scarf in her mouth fell onto the bed.

She had no time to pick it up. She gripped the masturbator with both hands and moved it up and down. Her moans grew faster, her breathing heavy. After just a few strokes she collapsed onto the bed, not daring to move her hands anymore. She clutched the sheets tightly, her legs curled up and rubbing against the bed, her abdomen trembling.

It took a long time before she recovered. Embarrassed yet satisfied, she slowly pulled the masturbator off. During the process she was stimulated a few more times. Panting, she tossed the thing aside. The tip of the condom was full of thick white fluid, some of which had flowed down the inner wall to the base. She licked her lips, removed the condom and threw it away, then grabbed some tissues to clean herself up.

Leaning against the headboard, she recalled the feeling just now. Although it felt really good, wasn’t it a bit too fast…?

She stared at the softening thing between her legs, made it twitch upward a few times, and muttered, “Useless…”

She rubbed her face, put everything away, took a shower, and made dinner. After eating and resting for a while, she changed clothes and walked to the gym to work out.

After a busy day, she lay in bed ready to sleep. A few minutes later she felt something was off and couldn’t fall asleep. She turned over, saw the silk scarf that had been tossed aside, and remembered what she had forgotten. She picked it up, sniffed it under her nose, kissed it a few times with her mouth, then placed it under her face, rubbed against it, and finally breathed steadily as she fell into a deep sleep.

In the following days, she only used the toy twice. Because after one use, when she had nothing to do, she searched online and saw a bunch of posts saying that frequent use of toys could cause irreversible consequences. It made her lower body hurt just reading it, so she could only try her best to suppress her desires.

One day she wandered around the repair area, stood to the side watching them repair cars, and occasionally gave guidance. Seeing there were no major issues, she was about to leave when playful noises came from another row of bays. Xiao C’s voice was especially loud. Her face darkened. She crossed her arms and walked over.

After laughing enough, Xiao C secretly lowered his voice and said, “Bro, how long does a guy have to last to be considered good?”

“I’ve seen posts saying several hours.”

Another married man scoffed, “You believe their bragging? Lasting hard for even one hour straight is already a problem.”

“Ah, then how long is normal? Brother Wang, you’ve had experience. Tell us.”

The person being asked blushed and looked around. “Time isn’t important, quality is. As long as you make the other person feel good, why care about time!”

Xiao C leaned back dramatically. “Tsk, according to you, some embroidered pillows who shoot in one minute are fine too? They go soft right after — isn’t that premature ejaculation!”

After he said that, the other young guy also burst out laughing.

Brother Wang waved at them. “Get lost, you two who haven’t even grown all your hair yet. Once you actually have girlfriends, you’ll understand. Right now you’re just talking big.”

Xiao C chuckled. “Even if I have a girlfriend, I definitely won’t cum that fast. I have to last at least half an hour, right? Otherwise my girlfriend would definitely kick me off the bed!”

“Hahaha, keep dreaming. In your dreams you’re a muscular hunk who can show off his prowess. In reality you’re just a little chick.”

Xiao C got angry and started hitting him. The two began messing around again.

“Alright, alright. You two hurry up and get back to work. You’re on the clock — who told you to chatter nonsense here.”

The two of them fooled around for a while longer before finally starting to work.

Behind a pillar, Yu Qianlin pressed her lips tightly together, lightened her steps, and quietly slipped away.

In the following few days, Xiao C felt that Yu Qianlin was being even harsher with him. Sometimes she even deliberately picked on him. He didn’t dare fight back and could only submit. He secretly asked Xiao Li what was going on. Xiao Li stroked her chin and thought for a long time before saying, “Hmm… based on my experience, it’s probably that time of the month for women. She’s in a bad mood.”

“Ah,” Xiao C said with a miserable face, “but why does she only scold me!”

“Who told you to be useless when it matters and only cause trouble? You’d better avoid her for the next couple of days.”

“Fine…”

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Yu Qianlin: Rub rub