Forbidden. Gifted. Unwrapped.

Jesus Christ, I never imagined I'd end up in such a humiliating mess!

That night, I was pulling an all-nighter at my aunt's shop, my eyes burning like they'd been doused in hot sauce, exhaustion hitting me like a freight train.

I spotted what looked like a massage chair and figured I'd grab a quick power nap. I slipped on the sleep mask Aunt Millicent had given me, uncapped that sweet-scented aromatherapy bottle, and settled in for what I thought would be a harmless little rest.

Well, that was the biggest mistake of my life! This nap turned into an absolute nightmare!

The chair made a sharp "click" and suddenly soft restraints shot out, locking around my wrists and ankles. I couldn't move a muscle!

But that wasn't even the worst part.

The damn thing started transforming—the seat split at the waist, tilting my lower body upward and forcing my legs apart into the most compromising position imaginable.

With the sleep mask blocking my vision, I could only feel my skirt riding up to my waist, leaving me practically exposed except for my stockings.

The weather had been sweltering, so I'd dressed light to begin with. Now, in this position, I felt absolutely humiliated.

I struggled desperately, but the restraints only tightened with every movement.

Panic setting in, I fumbled around frantically for some kind of release switch or remote. I finally managed to grab something hard, but my trembling fingers let it slip—it hit the floor with a sharp "crack."

Perfect. Now I was completely trapped in this degrading position with no way out.

My heart was pounding out of my chest when I heard the shop door open and a voice that made my blood run cold: "Millicent? I'm here to pick up my order."

Edmund Ashworth! Aunt Millicent's longtime friend, right on schedule!

If he saw me like this, I'd never be able to show my face again.

His footsteps grew closer. I heard him call out, "Anyone here? Millicent said the item would be in the storage room."

I held my breath, praying he'd just grab his stuff and leave.

But the footsteps stopped in the demo area. I heard his surprised voice: "What's this? Some kind of new realistic mannequin? Trust Millicent to get the latest tech."

My heart nearly stopped. He'd found me—but thank God, he thought I was some kind of display model!

"She's always going on about the newest experience products. This must be her latest addition. Though the detail work is insane..." His voice was right beside me now, close enough that I could feel his breath.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, but I bit down hard on my lip, forcing myself to stay perfectly still like some inanimate object.

"Since it's a display model, I suppose I could test the quality."

The next second, a warm, rough hand touched my calf without warning. I nearly cried out, biting down hard on my tongue to stay silent.

His hand slowly slid up my thigh over the stockings, every inch making me shiver uncontrollably. When his fingers reached the hem of my skirt, he paused briefly before continuing his bold exploration.

"This texture... it's just like real skin, even has body temperature. So realistic."

I could barely breathe, tears stinging my eyes.

Here I was, one of the most sought-after girls in my program, being handled like some blow-up doll! If he figured out who I was, I'd have to transfer schools.

I forced myself to stay completely motionless, but his hands grew more exploratory, like he was looking for buttons or controls. His wandering touch had my heart hammering and my mind spinning.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of tearing fabric from between my legs.