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To be honest, the whole thing started with a more or less innocent jab at Lishu. But Maomao, being the not-so-secretly protective older sister type, took it as a challenge.
So, the next time that their usual group of friends met up at one of their apartments to catch up and drink, she brought something special with her.
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Once everyone had had their first round of drinks (and some their second) and the conversations are slowly winding down, Maomao decided now was the time. She had told Loulan about her plan beforehand, so while she excused herself for a moment, she let her best friend explain that they were going to play a little game now.
“This was Maomao’s idea after she heard quite the rude remark directed at Lishu.” The green-eyed woman looks pointedly at all of the men in the group.
A moment later she comes back with a remote-looking device with wires and nodes attached to the ends of them. She holds it out and watches the confusion on everyone’s faces as Loulan continues, pointing at it with a wicked smile.
“This is a period cramp simulator. In other words. We are going to humble you.”
You can almost feel the nervous tension from all the men in the group in the air.
Maomao’s own grin grows to match her friend’s. “So, who wants to go first?”
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Loulan decides to go first since, as she says, “You guys are all a bunch of pussies.” She makes it all the way to the highest setting with a single wince and slight look of discomfort.
That gives Lihaku enough confidence to go next, to prove to everyone that it can’t be that bad, right? The hulking mound of muscle is bent in half in the chair once they reach level 4 and then nearly in tears at 5 when he tells them to stop and tears the nodes off.
Xiaolan and Yaku go after him, neither of them making it to the highest level, but having a good laugh at each other’s reactions anyway.
Lishu is excused from the challenge by Maomao.
Yao, not wanting to feel left out, decides to immediately start out at level 5 and has her face screwed up in a scowl and shaking hands fisted tightly in her skirt as they reach level 10. En’en rubs her back as she takes deep breaths.
Basen sits through almost all the levels except for a few flinches at Loulan clicks to the next strength.
Maomao shows no sign that she’s even feeling anything and even asks if it’s turned on and if that’s really as high as it goes.
When it comes to Jinshi’s turn, he looks more nervous than Lishu during a presentation and has to be persuaded to sit in the chair and let the nodes be stuck to his skin.
“You can do it, man.” Encourages Lihaku.
“It’s only fair.” Says Loulan.
Maomao has the remote and starts him off at the lowest setting. Everyone watches his face for a reaction as she starts to dial it up. Strangely enough, he doesn’t seem to react to the stimuli like any of the other guys did. His hands slowly tighten on his pants, and he bites his lip to keep any noise from escaping. But the face he’s making isn’t one of pain as his cheeks grow redder.
She clicks to the next level as everyone looks on in anticipation. A bead of sweat runs down Jinshi’s temple, and he’s trembling, but still not making a sound.
Click. Click. Click.
And then it happens.
The noise that escapes him has everyone in the room shocked, a few of them even blushing. And Maomao looks at him like he’s even lower than a worm. Less than a filthy parasite under her foot.
A low, deep sound reverberates from his throat. A moan. And certainly not one of pain like one might expect. No, it is definitely, without a doubt, one of pleasure.
Maomao turns the device off as Jinshi buries his face in his hands in embarrassment. In the awkward silence he can barely hear her say, “Freak.” And then louder. “It’s no fun if you’re enjoying it.” She’s still scowling at him as she practically yanks the nodes off of him, not daring to touch his directly.
The long-haired man only whines out a small, “I’m sorry.”
The party disperses quickly after that; En’ne and Yao are out first, followed by the youngest three of the group, then Lihaku and Basen dragging their red-faced friend out the door. Maomao mutters, “Masochist.” At the guys’ retreating backs.
She stays to help Loulan clean up, and everyone knows that they’re never going to let Jinshi live that down.