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Chapter 1

I watch as his hands reach into the cold store shelf; his hands come closer, brushing my side before picking me up and dragging me out.

'Yes, it's finally my day!"

I mutter to myself as I feel him drag me out, his warm yet rough touch mixing my insides. I look up at him, his eyes dark and endearing. I blush deeply before he gently drops me into the plastic shopping basket before we start walking.

'There's no one else here with me... I feel... special.'

We continue to walk together towards the check-out. He gently places me on the conveyor, the vibrations from the movement stirring up my insides once again, the sensations running down my back and disturbing my liquid as I move down the conveyor slowly. Then, I feel the other man pick me up and place me in a shopping bag.

'Finally, I'm free from this store... and with an owner.'

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Chapter 2

We drove home together, but he didn't put me in the back, instead, he placed me in his lap, his warm skin pressing against my outer plastic. I continue to look up at him, patiently waiting for us to arrive home. And eventually we're there.

He picks my bag up, taking me into his home. It's quiet and peaceful... as the shopping bag ruffles with our movements, we walk across his house and into his kitchen where he takes me out of the bag and places me on the counter beside the sink.

'His hand touched me again... ah~ his hand is so warm...'

I watch from a distance as he rolls up his sleeves, revealing his thick muscular arms. I felt like turning red just looking at them. He takes me by my base, lifting me up and flipping me upside down, squirting my sloppy liquid beneath me.

'A-Ah!~ I-I never knew being used would feel t-this good..'

His hands place me back down after being used, the leftover soapy substance flowing down my side. I wait patiently as I watch him clean his dishes in front of me, it's satisfying being put to use, the suds from my soap spilling over the counter along with splashes of hot, steamy water occasionally hitting my outer plastic.

Then, I feel him pick me up again; squeezing out more of my liquid. He puts me back down, but his warmth continues to make me happy, despite it being a small action. Soon, he's finished washing the dishes.

My eyes follow his hands as he wiped his hands on the black towel beside the shiny metallic fridge.

'I don't know why... but I feel... jealous...'

But whatever, he'll use me again. So I patiently wait again.

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Kim_Chaesang
cuntie