A-Ning feels a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him at the thought of being seen like this by someone else. What will they think of him, wearing such a shameless outfit? What if they hear the vibrator, somehow??

But he nods. And Mo Ran opens the door.

A-Ning braces himself, and they step outside together.

It’s barely noticeable, just a low buzz deep inside him. It’s tucked away under the lacy panties Mo Ran bought him earlier, its wire hidden by the almost-sheer fabric of the sundress.

But /he/ knows it’s there. And so does Mo Ran.

“Come here, baobei,” Mo Ran coos, pulling A-Ning to his side. “Ready to go shopping?”

A-Ning turns his face away, humiliated, as Mo Ran fixes the straps of his dress.

“There,” Mo Ran says, sounding satisfied. “My little A-Ning, all pretty for me.”

And then he grins, picking up the remote for the vibrator buried inside A-Ning’s cunt.

“Mo Ran-gege,” A-Ning protests in a tiny voice.

Mo Ran ignores him. The vibrator switches on.