Midnight's Final Command
Zhenxue's eyes are already glazed over. That's the expression that surfaces only after climax—her soul drained by orgasm, her consciousness adrift in that hazy space between dream and wakefulness.
But Baili won't let her rest. This isn't the end; it's the beginning of the second round.
The mode settings on her phone have already activated: urethral vibration for 30 seconds → 10-second pause → egg vibrator barrage + nipple electrodes syncing → intense vibration for 2 minutes → forced electric interruption for 5 seconds → loop.
Zhenxue lies there, her entire body bound to that bed soaked through with moisture and sweat, utterly naked, her form still twitching faintly. She doesn't even realize that the gasps slipping from her lips have turned into fragmented whimpers.
"Wu... wuu... No... no more... I just... already... really came... Ah, wu... wuwu..."
Baili leans in close to her ear, her voice soft as a midnight quilt.
"You came so beautifully, baby—how could I possibly let you off that easily?"
Her fingertip glides along Zhenxue's drenched inner thigh, brushing the edge of that throbbing entrance before pressing down lightly.
At the same moment, the urethral rod deep inside jolts to life—a searing electric heat surging straight to her core.
"Ah—aaaaaaah!!!"
Zhenxue arches her body like she's been electrocuted, convulsing so violently she nearly snaps her restraints.
Baili's tone carries a soft laugh: "You know, right after you've cum, that instant of fresh stimulation turns you into the most sensitive, fragile creature on earth..."
She bends down, licks Zhenxue's earlobe, and murmurs low: "I want to see... how many times you can take it like this."
The second orgasm isn't voluntary.
It's forced upon her body—the egg vibrator crashing like waves, one relentless surge after another; the rod in her urethra grinding against untouched territory, its subtle tremors firing nerves that weren't ready.
"Aaaah... Cumming—I'm cumming again... I... wu... wuwuwuwu!"
Zhenxue's hands strain desperately to clutch at something—anything—but the bonds hold firm, leaving her fingers to twitch helplessly.
Baili presses a gentle kiss to her sweat-slick forehead, soothing her like a child burning with fever: "Such a good girl... one more time, okay? This round, I'll cum with you—make you truly mine."
Time slips by, slow and syrupy.
Zhenxue loses all grip on reality, reduced to nothing but the vibrations, the currents, the intrusions, the sounds, the whispers, the kisses, and the tears.
By her third climax, she can't even cry out—her lips just tremble endlessly, tear tracks staining her cheeks.
But Baili still strokes her cheek, her voice the epitome of tenderness: "Baby, no sleeping now... The more you tremble, the more I want to make you cum again..."
She caresses Zhenxue's chest, teases her nipples, licks along her throat—then slides two fingers slowly into her pussy, syncing perfectly with the egg vibrator.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Wu... wuwu... Yes... I want to cum more... Please..."
"Then cum—I allow it."
She hits the button for intense vibration + urethral current in sync.
When Zhenxue hits her "fourth" climax, she collapses into total limpness, speechless. Her body feels boneless, just a quivering mass of slick, hypersensitive flesh. Her heart hammers wildly, her eyes unfocused, her tremors pushed to the brink—but Baili doesn't release her.
She pulls Zhenxue into her arms, letting the girl's forehead rest against her chest, and whispers softly: "We've got two more hours, toy. Let's keep going."