She (?) Snuck Into My Bedroom… “No… I’m Cumming!” Getting Teased by My Childhood Friend All Night Long • Chapter 8 • Page ik-page-4305227
Chapter 8
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It's been a while since we've heard from the narrator, but now he's back in his room. He's feeling a little guilty about being the only person in the room, and he'd like to try some of the newfangled stuff that's being sold at the drugstore. One of the first things he tries is an electric massager, which is a fancy way of saying that you can't use a regular massager because it's so embarrassing. The narrator doesn't know how to use the massager, but he does know that it'll help him with his stiff neck. He also knows that the massager will make him feel better, since he spends a lot of his time sitting in a chair. He wants to squeeze his neck, so he squeezes it, and the narrator feels a little twitchy. He remembers when he was a kid, when he and his mom used to squeeze each other's necks, and then he remembers when his mom would wash his neck and he would wash her. He thinks about how embarrassing it would be to do that to himself, but then he realizes that his voice is the voice of his mom.
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She (?) Snuck Into My Bedroom… “No… I’m Cumming!” Getting Teased by My Childhood Friend All Night Long • Chapter 8 • Page ik-page-4305227
Chapter 8
This is a locked chapterChapter 8
About This Chapter
It's been a while since we've heard from the narrator, but now he's back in his room. He's feeling a little guilty about being the only person in the room, and he'd like to try some of the newfangled stuff that's being sold at the drugstore. One of the first things he tries is an electric massager, which is a fancy way of saying that you can't use a regular massager because it's so embarrassing. The narrator doesn't know how to use the massager, but he does know that it'll help him with his stiff neck. He also knows that the massager will make him feel better, since he spends a lot of his time sitting in a chair. He wants to squeeze his neck, so he squeezes it, and the narrator feels a little twitchy. He remembers when he was a kid, when he and his mom used to squeeze each other's necks, and then he remembers when his mom would wash his neck and he would wash her. He thinks about how embarrassing it would be to do that to himself, but then he realizes that his voice is the voice of his mom.
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