Chapter 192: Remote Surrender

I gripped the edge of my chair tighter, nails digging into the wood as the low, steady vibration pulsed deep inside me. It wasn’t too strong yet just a teasing, rhythmic throb that made my walls flutter around the smooth rose-gold toy. Every tiny movement of my body made it shift, pressing right against that perfect spot and sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through my core.

Oh God… not now…

“Leitana?” Marita whispered again, leaning closer. “Your face is really red. You sure you no sick again?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered back, voice strained. I shifted in my seat and immediately regretted it. The toy moved with me, rubbing deliciously against my sensitive walls. A soft, involuntary whimper almost escaped my throat. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ethan glanced at me, brow furrowed. “You don’t look fine. Your legs are shaking….”

The vibrations suddenly increased.

A sharp, rhythmic pulsing slammed against my G-spot. My eyes widened. My thighs clamped together so tightly the muscles trembled. A rush of wetness flooded out of me, soaking my panties instantly. The toy was fucking me, deep, steady strokes inside my pussy, pressing and rubbing that spot over and over.

I gripped the chair harder, breathing through my nose, trying desperately not to moan out loud.

Mia was called to the stage.

She walked up confidently, sat at the piano, and began playing a beautiful, emotional piece. Her fingers danced across the keys with power and grace. The whole room was captivated.

But I couldn’t focus.

The vibrations grew stronger, faster, slamming relentlessly against my G-spot. My pussy clenched hard around the toy, dripping, aching. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My clit throbbed. I was so close already.

Mi can’t… not here…

I tried to stay still, but my hips jerked involuntarily. A tiny moan slipped out. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

Marita and Ethan both looked at me now, worried.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up abruptly, chair scraping loudly against the floor. Several heads turned toward me.

“Leitana?” Professor Markov called, surprised.

I didn’t answer. I rushed out of the room, legs shaking, the toy still vibrating hard inside me with every step. People in the hallway turned to stare as I half-ran, half-stumbled toward the ladies’ toilet.

I burst inside, slammed a cubicle door shut, and locked it. My hands were trembling as I closed the toilet lid and sat down, legs pressed tightly together.

The vibrations intensified even more.

“Ohhh…!” I moaned, unable to hold it back anymore. The toy was fucking me harder now, jamming hard against my G-spot over and over. I grabbed the walls on both sides of the cubicle, shaking violently.

“Mi Ravial… please…” I whimpered, hips grinding desperately against nothing.

The pressure built higher, tighter, unbearable.

I came hard.

My head fell back against the cubicle wall, mouth open in a silent scream as my pussy spasmed violently around the toy. Hot liquid gushed out of me, squirting through my soaked panties and dripping down my thighs onto the tiled floor. My whole body convulsed, legs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed through me.

I couldn’t stop moaning, loud desperate sounds that echoed in the small space. Tears slipped down my cheeks from the overwhelming intensity.

The vibrations didn’t stop.

They kept going, milking every last drop of pleasure from me until I was a trembling, dripping mess on the toilet seat, chest heaving, thighs slick and shiny.

I gasped for air, forehead pressed against the cool cubicle wall, praying it was over.

But it wasn’t.

The toy suddenly changed pattern slower, deeper, more pulses that dragged along my walls and pressed firmly against my G-spot with every throb. It felt thicker somehow, like it was swelling inside me, stretching me wider. The vibrations rolled in long, heavy waves, building me back up faster than I could recover.

“Oh… oh God…” I whimpered, hips jerking helplessly. My clit was throbbing, aching, oversensitive. Fresh wetness leaked out around the toy, dripping steadily onto the floor.

I was still coming down from the first orgasm when the second wave started building.

Then I heard it.

The bathroom door opened.

Footsteps clicked across the tiles. Someone walked to the sink. The faucet turned on, water rushing loudly.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide with panic.

The vibrations intensified instantly harder, faster, brutal against my G-spot. The toy started thrusting inside me again. I bit down on my palm to keep from crying out, tears streaming down my face.

“Mmmph…!”

My hips bucked involuntarily. Another hot squirt leaked out of me, splashing quietly onto the tiled floor beneath the toilet seat. I was soaked, thighs, panties, the floor, everything dripping with my arousal.

The water at the sink was still running.

A female voice spoke again, closer this time, clearly worried. “Is anyone in there? Are you okay? You sound like you’re in pain.”

I froze, body trembling violently. The toy kept pounding deep inside me, relentless against my G-spot. I tried to answer, but my voice came out weak and broken.

“Mi… I’m f-fine…”

The vibrations suddenly intensified, super fast, brutal pounding that slammed into my G-spot over and over like a cock fucking me mercilessly. My eyes rolled back. My legs shook uncontrollably.

A sharp, needy cry tore from my throat before I could stop it.

The person outside gasped. “Do you need help? I’m coming in… ”

I tried to say no, but another violent wave hit me. I screamed, the sound loud and broken as my body convulsed.

The cubicle door which I thought I had locked suddenly burst open with a loud crack.

A girl stood there, eyes wide. “Are you….?!”

She didn’t get to finish.

My orgasm exploded through me like lightning.

I screamed Ravial’s name as I squirted hard, a powerful, high arc of clear fluid shooting out of me, splashing directly across the girl’s face and chest. My pussy spasmed wildly around the toy, gushing again and again, soaking her shoes and the floor between us.

The girl stumbled back in shock, face dripping, mouth open in disbelief.

I couldn’t stop coming.

My body kept shaking, squirting in smaller pulses as the toy continued its merciless rhythm inside me. Tears streamed down my face. My legs were spread wide, nightdress bunched up, panties ruined and pushed to the side.

The girl stared at me, completely stunned, water and my release dripping from her chin.

And somewhere far away, Ravial was undoubtedly smiling.