Mike didn't stop there. Seeing her absolute devastation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone.
The flash of the camera cut through the dim light of the room like a strobe, capturing the glistening, wet black silicone in high definition.
"Wait! No! Don't!" Haruka shrieked, her voice cracking, and the sheer humiliation was becoming physical, a heavy weight in her chest.
Driven by a sudden, desperate surge of courage, she lunged forward to grab the toy, hoping to hide the evidence of her secret lust. But Mike was faster.
With a predatory smirk, he raised his arm high above his head. Being significantly taller and more muscular, he held the dildo just out of her reach, teasing her as she jumped fruitlessly.
"Want it back?" Mike taunted, his eyes dancing with a cruel, playful light. "Then earn it, Haruka~!"
"Stop pretending you're this perfect, innocent little flower," Mike laughed. "I mean just look at this thing!"
