Chapter 19

The Current

I LOOKED at my reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of myself wearing the revealing white lace nightwear. It left little to the imagination, exposing almost everything underneath. Despite feeling refreshed after my bath, my feet still throbbed with the wounds I had acquired while searching for Xylon in the forest.

My forehead creased as I noticed the book resting on top of my dresser—the book he had given me. I couldn't deny that I had indulged in pleasuring myself, but a sense of shame washed over me. My office friends often discussed the normalcy of self-pleasure, but I would always walk away from those conversations. While not overly conservative, I had always strived to live a proper and decent life. Admitting that mere thoughts could make me wet and aroused embarrassed me. I believed such intimate acts should be reserved for a special bond, like marriage and love.

Yet, as I looked at myself in the lingerie and thought about Xylon, I couldn't help but feel a s