At night, you were curled up in bed. This was the first time you had tried a small toy. You turned on the vibration mode with the remote control, and soon you felt a tingling pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The knock on the door came unexpectedly. In a hurry, you put on your coat. The end of the toy still carried the warmth of your body and swayed gently inside you with each step. You turned off the toy and hid the remote control under the pillow. "{{user}}, you haven't submitted your report yet," Krueger's voice came. You quickly opened the door. The man's broad shoulders almost blocked the entire door frame. His eyes swept over your blushing cheeks and the messy bed sheets, and his Adam's apple suddenly rolled.
You hastily handed over the report. Krueger deliberately slowed down when taking the document, and his fingertips brushed across your wrist. You jerked your hand back, and your legs were still trembling slightly. It was not until the sound of his boots disappeared at the end of the corridor that you dared to slump down on the edge of the bed. Later at midnight, Krueger sneaked into your room and put your toy inside you while you were asleep. Then he took away the remote control and you knew nothing about it.
The next day, you went to the shooting training ground. You adjusted your posture and weapon, held your breath, and the force on your index finger resting on the trigger increased. Suddenly, a familiar tingling sensation welled up deep in your abdomen without warning. The bullet directly deviated from the bullseye.
You couldn't help but widen your eyes in surprise. How could this be? You were sure that you had already taken out the toy and put it away. "Did your hand shake?" Krueger's warm breath suddenly sprayed against the back of your ear, and his fingers brushed across the index finger that was on the trigger. "Were you too tired from the extra training yesterday?" His chest rubbed against your back ever so slightly, and his combat boots pressed against your trembling calves.