Chapter 2

Cecilia's POV

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

I bit down on my lower lip, my body stiff as a board, terrified that he'd uncover my identity in the next second.

An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the frantic thumping of my heartbeat.

"Hmm… this design is pretty intricate. Even the details are so realistic," Zachary's voice broke the silence, laced with a mix of awe and curiosity.

His hand lingered on the inside of my thigh, as if he were studying something. Then, I heard him let out a soft chuckle. "They even added lace-trimmed underwear? Jennifer's shop sure has unique taste."

My cheeks burned so hot I thought they might catch fire, a wave of shame crashing over me.

He… he was actually looking at my underwear?! I was wearing thin, lace-trimmed panties that I'd put on for comfort, never imagining they'd become what he was looking at.

His fingers lightly traced the edge of the fabric, the subtle sensation sending a shiver through my entire body, my heart racing so fast I could barely breathe.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet press against the inside of my thigh, soft and radiating heat.

The realization hit me like a shock—was that… was that his lips?!

Realizing this possibility, a mix of embarrassment and panic surged through me, but I somehow felt a strange thrill building inside me too.

My rational side screamed that I should speak up and stop him right now, but another voice whispered in the back of my mind: No way! If he finds out I'm Cecilia, how awkward would that be? Zachary has always cared for me and my sister like an older brother. If he knew I was stuck here in such a humiliating position, how could I ever face him again? Once this gets exposed, I'd be completely mortified.

Zachary probably just thinks I'm a lifelike doll. He wouldn't go too far, right? I could only pray silently that as long as he didn't figure out who I was, I could endure this and it would pass.

"Tsk, the texture of this skin is amazing, so smooth and soft, just like the real thing," his voice carried a hint of excitement, his warm breath brushing against the back of my knee, sending goosebumps across my skin.

I could feel him getting closer. Then, a warm hand suddenly lifted the edge of my lace panties, touching my most intimate spot.

"Mmph…" The sudden stimulation made me tremble involuntarily. Realizing what had just happened, my blood turned to ice.

It's over! Will he realize I'm not a doll?! I held my breath, my body too rigid to move, my mind going completely blank.

"Oh? This doll even trembles? That's some high-tech stuff. It's practically indistinguishable from a real person," Zachary's voice was full of surprise and admiration. Then, I felt his fingers lightly tug at the edge of my panties, sliding them down completely.

My heart nearly leapt out of my throat, shame flooding over me like a tidal wave.

Who could've imagined that I, an eighteen-year-old college student who's never even been in a relationship, would end up like this? Stuck on a couch in such a humiliating position, my lower half completely exposed to a man.

The overwhelming shame nearly broke me, but the more intense the situation became, the less I dared to make a sound. If there was still a chance to fix this earlier, now there was truly no way out.

All I could do was pray silently, begging for Zachary to leave soon and not do anything worse.

His breathing was so close, the hot air brushing against my skin, making my body tremble slightly despite myself. Beyond the shame, I somehow felt a hidden thrill, which only added to my growing panic.

How could I feel like this?!

I tried to suppress this strange sensation, but my body's reactions were beyond my control.

Zachary's fingers continued to wander over my private area, the rough pads of his fingertips occasionally brushing against sensitive skin, sending waves of unfamiliar sensations through me.

"Hmm… why does this curve look so familiar?" His voice suddenly dropped, tinged with a hint of doubt.

His words hit me like a shock, leaving my mind reeling.

He… what does he mean by that? Did he figure something out? How could he? Why would he think it looks familiar?!

Does Zachary often… observe my figure?

My heart raced so fast it felt like it might explode, fear and shame intertwining, making it hard to breathe.

Then, I felt his palm cover my backside again, giving it a gentle squeeze as if confirming something.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to ignore the fluttering sensations coursing through my body.

How is this happening? Why do I feel so much more sensitive today than usual?

Zachary's breathing grew heavier.

"Help…" I cried out silently, desperate for someone to save me.

Just then, I felt his hand suddenly pull away from my body, followed by a faint rustling sound.

My heart leapt into my throat. What was that noise?!

Then, something hard and hot pressed lightly against my private area.