When He Becomes My Massage Gun

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager.

At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?"

I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful.

Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists.

"It's too small and slow. Try me instead."

I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

There had to be something wrong with my school for arranging laps around the running field on the same day as the evening self-study session.

Cursing, I fished out the massage gun I had bought online and switched it on. Immediately, a wave of tingling numbness spread from my thigh, the sensation almost euphoric.

I couldn't stop myself from letting out a deep sigh of pleasure.

Just then, the door swung open.

Theo Whitman—or rather, Uncle Theo to me—stood in the doorway, backlit by the light from the corridor. His gaze was dark and unreadable.

My moan caught in my throat in an instant, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me as I hurriedly sat up straight.

"Uncle Theo, you're back."

Worried that he would find out I had been running laps as punishment, I guiltily reached out to turn off the massage gun.

However, in my panic, I accidentally pressed the button to change it to the highest speed instead.

And so, a strangely shaped object protruded from between my legs while a loud buzz cut through the silence of the room.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Theo's voice sounded a little raspy.

"I'm using this…"

As I answered, I reached down to grab the madly vibrating object, only for Uncle Theo to jerk his head to the side immediately. A red flush spread across the tips of his ears.

"How could you be so shameless as to show it to me? Turn it off!"

Was he really that old-fashioned that he couldn't even accept a massage gun? Then just how tense must his muscles be after he spent all day bent over a desk?

A wave of sympathy washed over me. Feeling bad for the man, I decided to introduce him to the wonderful world of massage guns.

I cleared my throat before saying, "There's no need to turn it off. You can come sit here and try it out. It really feels very good!"

Uncle Theo's brows twitched. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

I wasn't surprised that he was scared. After all, such a large object was buzzing madly under the covers. It was indeed a daunting prospect.

At that thought, I quickly switched the massage gun to a more relaxing pace. Gripping it in my right hand, I ignored the vibrations on my palm and patiently explained it to him.

"It imitates human movements, but in a more exaggerated manner. Besides that, it can reach deep inside to thoroughly relax the body. It's even better