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.

I 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..."

***

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 ignore it.

Looking at the curiosity and desire in their eyes, I could only suppress my inner yearning, tightly clasp my legs, and 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 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.

He asked about the source of the water leak. I directed him with my finger toward the bathroom.

Feeling quite embarrassed, I considered changing my outfit. However, I happened to spot a noticeable bulge in his work shorts.

My entire face turned red immediately. It was overwhelmingly large, like his pants might split open at any second.

Being nourished by such a mighty and enormous being must be incredibly great, more so than what mom felt.

The mere idea sent a surge of warmth through me.

My mouth and tongue went dry, and I found myself swallowing hard at that irresistibly tempting thought.

I really wished I could just pin him against the wall and be done with him quickly.

Unbuckle his belt, lower his pants, and then take a...

The man crouched to do some inspection. His snug work pants accentuated his well-defined glutes, exuding an alluring appeal.

He extended his hand to seal the leak, his three long fingers slipping in and out of the small opening, creating a gurgling noise that sparked people's imagination.

I couldn't help but envy that water pipe. I wish I could be it, held by those strong fingers.

I swallowed involuntarily as the little monster inside me stirred once more.

His coat was drenched, and his fitted T-shirt clung to his torso, outlining his well-defined abs. The sheer allure of his presence was enough to make my mouth water.

Considering his year-round physical work, he must be incredibly strong and resilient.

A man of this caliber doesn't come around often, and missing the chance with him might mean waiting years for another.

I adjusted my collar slightly and sat up straighter.

As expected, the man noticed. He turned his head and locked eyes with my bright, watery gaze before his eyes shifted slightly downward.

With just a single glance, he involuntarily gulped. His grip on the wrench tightened, even more than it had been before.

This reaction was not surprising. Despite being young, my striking figure surpassed that of many older women.

My hips and chest were big and perky. Whenever I walked down the street, men would gaze at me intensely, as though they wanted to approach me immediately.

Even though the man was eager to move, he restrained himself and coughed to mask his inner agitation.

I watched his strong back, the masculine and powerful scent filling the air around me. It felt like I was about to catch fire, and I couldn't help but envision a scene of intense passion with him. If I could become like water flowing through a pipe and pass through his body, that would be great!

A wild and daring idea suddenly popped into my head. Instead of waiting for a perfect opportunity, I decided to seize the moment and confront this man immediately, even if it meant facing his ravage.

With this thought, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. Feigning an accidental fall, I landed on his huge member.

The man was visibly startled by me. His eyes widened in shock, and the tool he was holding froze mid-air.

The frigid water pouring from the pipe had drenched me completely, leaving no possibility of becoming any wetter. The clammy feeling underneath and the man's intense warmth—reminiscent of a soldering iron—caused me to tense up without meaning to.

The man noticed this and frowned, letting out a soft, stifled groan.

I knew that even though he appeared calm and collected, he would respond if I teased him.

I tried to get up but feigned losing my balance, causing me to lean against him once more.

His breathing became quick and heavy. The warmth of his breath almost made me melt, and the firmness of his chest left me dizzy. I couldn't resist sneaking a quick lick.

That was the essence of raw masculinity—completely intoxicating.

The man inhaled sharply, his body becoming tensed.

Overcome with desire, I found the nerve to become more daring.

I moved my small bottom in gentle circles.

"I'm sorry, it's so slippery... what if I can't stand up?"

The man clenched his back teeth with determination, struggling to endure it. The veins on his arms and neck bulged, showing his struggle to maintain control. "Get off me right now!"

Yet, despite his words, the way he gulped and another part of him reacted betrayed his true feelings.

Sensing that the man's zipper was about to burst, I paused and leaned against the wall to steady myself.

The man wiped the water from his face, awkwardly turned his head, and resumed fixing it.

I was surprised that even in the face of my intense seduction, he managed to hold out this long. He seemed like a resilient guy, but I wasn't about to give up that easily.

A thought hit me. I gestured toward the bulge on his lower body and, somewhat bewildered as I asked, "Aaron, what is this? It seems so hard.

"Is it another tool for fixing water pipes?"

I realized I was crazy at that moment, but to win over that man, I had to go through with it.

The man nodded awkwardly, his lips dry and cracked.

I kept pressing, maintaining an innocent look. "So, Aaron, could you play with me for a bit? You don't really need it at the moment."

The man seemed on the verge of losing his composure and struggled to speak clearly. "No, absolutely not."

"Why not?" I asked, blinking innocently, just as I was about to grab it, but he quickly pulled away.

He inhaled deeply. With a raspy voice, he said, "Hey, kid, quit messing around. The water's going to spill downstairs soon, and you'll be in for it."

That wouldn't be good. I wouldn't want anyone from downstairs knocking on my door and interrupting my plans. I'll just behave and stop teasing him.

I intended to hold off until he made the repairs, but he remained focused and kept his head down.

He looked irresistibly alluring while he worked.

The intensity of that desire was nearly overwhelming, causing me to curl my toes involuntarily as I trembled.

After battling with myself for a while, I finally mustered the courage to sit on the water pipe, positioning my legs apart.

I shifted my panties to the side, revealing a wide expanse of spring light.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he gulped rapidly as his trousers finally tore open completely.

My vision became hazy, and my mouth watered. "Aaron, maybe hold off on fixing the water pipe for a moment. It looks like there's another leak right here. Could you fix me first?"

The man could no longer hold back his emotions. He dropped the wrench in his hand with a heavy thud.

With eyes filled with intensity, he lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders.

A thrilling excitement surged through my mind. I was finally about to become a woman and could finally understand my mom's joy.

As I nervously bit my red lip, anticipating a bold move from the man, he surprisingly hesitated and withdrew.

I thought, "What's happening? Am I not enticing enough for him to accept what's being freely offered?"

"Is he uncertain about it, or just too timid to act?"

A profound disappointment had filled my heart. A man had needed not only capability but also the courage to act; hesitation and indecision had truly signaled excessive sexual restraint.

Yet, at that moment, I felt as though I were drowning in a sea of desires. The unrest and yearning within me had raged uncontrollably, and every part of my being had screamed that I needed a man.

I found myself with no option but to do whatever I could, regardless of the circumstances. Embarrassed, I knelt on the floor, my round and perky backside brushing against the water pipe, reminiscent of a small dog seeking its owner's attention.

My gaze was filled with allure. "Aaron, please, give it to me now. I feel an itch..."

The man watched me, amusement evident in his slightly upturned lips and playful expression as my eyes continued to convey my plea.

The more I tried to soothe it, the more intolerable it became. Instead of lessening the intense heat, it left me feeling even more void and hollow.

The man once again exhibited his compelling masculine charm, which was irresistibly powerful.

At this point, my rationality was nearly depleted. I've abandoned all the shame and morals within me. I can't stop the drool from escaping my mouth.

It felt like an army of ants was bustling through the gaps in my body, irritating my nerves.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lunged toward him, but the man evaded me.

He crouched and gave me a firm slap on my butt, kneading it with vigor. "In such a rush?"

"Um..." The sudden interaction with the outside world heightened my sensitivity, causing an involuntary shiver. The unexpected touch, in both technique and pressure, was perfectly executed, sending what felt like an electrifying surge through my body.

My breathing quickened and deepened, reminiscent of completing an 800-meter run, leaving me slightly out of breath.

I realized I had misjudged him. The man before me wasn't a coward. He was an expert at the art of playing hard to get with women.

In fact, he was the best of the best.

That instant gave me the sensation that my soul was about to soar to heaven.

I lifted my hips to meet the rough, large hand with thin calluses, secretly wishing that hand could be permanently joined to me.

The man smiled and whispered near my ear, his warm breath washing over me. "Do you want my help?"

With that, his hand firmly gripped my waist. Suddenly, it felt like an electric shock, and my body became as fluid as water, overwhelmed by an intense urge to urinate.

"Yes, I need your help!"