Chapter 1
In the mist–filled bathroom, the rough plumber was sweating profusely as he worked hard to repair the burst water pipe.
The man had a roguishly handsome face, and his muscular body exuded strong pheromones.
held myself back for a long time, but couldn’t help it. Finally, I sat directly on the water pipe, spreading my legs apart for him to see.
“Stop repairing the water pipe. I’m also ‘flooding‘. Fix me first…”
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My name is Emelia Alston, and I was the most admired and attractive student in the entire school.
However, beneath the surface, I was nothing more than a shameless little slut–especially once night fell.
It was then that my genuine feelings emerged, and powerful desires stirred within me. The yearning for a more intense and fervent connection reached its height.
Listening to my parents‘ intimate and suggestive conversations only deepened my sense of loneliness, driving me to seek companionship by approaching strangers on the streets.
I was terrified of revealing my true self, which made me hesitant to interact with male classmates at school.
Even when I overheard some of them gossiping about me, guessing I might be someone entirely different and was probably a slut, I chose to
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ignore it.
Looking at the curiosity and desire in their eyes, I could only suppress my inner yearning, tightly clasp my legs, and walk
d walk away swiftly.
Everything changed when a rugged plumber visited my home.
It was the weekend, and I was in a deep sleep when an odd hissing noise from the bathroom startled me awake.
After rubbing my eyes, I entered the bathroom to investigate. I discovered that a water pipe was leaking.
I quickly fetched a basin to catch the dripping water, but as I reached for the leaking section, I accidentally made contact with it.
Suddenly, the pipe burst open, and water splashed all over my face with a loud whoosh.
In just a few seconds, the floor was flooded with water.
Frightened, I quickly ran out to call my mom.
She told me she was busy and couldn’t come back immediately, but she promised to contact a plumber for me.
Listening to her breathless voice on the phone, I realized she was enjoying time with Dad.
Every weekend, they each head out to different spots for fun.
Once I hung up the phone, I noticed the water had started spilling over. I grabbed a towel and rushed to the pipe to try and stop the overflow. However, the water pressure was intense, making it nearly impossible to
contain.
After struggling for a while and getting drenched in the process, I still
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couldn’t get it under control. Just then, the doorbell rang.
It was a relief, like a lifeline. I quickly dropped the towel and hurried to answer the door.
A stocky man with a black buzz cut, appearing to be in his early thirties, came into sight.
As soon as he spotted me, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, a quiet breath catching in his throat.
It was only at that moment that I noticed I was drenched, looking like I was wearing nothing.
