Serena's lip tucked beneath her teeth as she chewed it silently, mashing the flesh between her clamped teeth in slow, quivering circles—it was all she could do to distract herself.

Serena ran her finger down underneath the upper edge of the ear, rubbing softly. She could feel the smooth surface dragging beneath her soft fingertip, resisting gently and dragging with her. She rubbed it gently and pressed against it, feeling it warp—hearing it warp.

She had tried to distract herself as much as she possibly could from the sounds in her ear, but there was too much. She could feel every little bit of it warping and flexing, just as though it were her own ears—just as if she was touching her own, tense, sensitive ear, rubbing gently and teasing out a reaction from Serena. As if a large, soft finger were pressing tenderly against the cartilage, pressing it up against the side of her head and relieving the tension as it moved in gentle circles. The pure, intense stream of ASMR sound funneled directly into her ear and filled her brain. She could feel the tension of—something—something inexplicable building at the base of her brain, seemingly throbbing and pulsing throughout her scalp.

"Nnnhhhaahhhaaa…" Serena gently cooed, what came through the 3Dio of her voice muffled beneath her finger as it moved lower on the ear, pressing against a bump down beneath. Her cheeks glowed a bright, crimson red—the moan had snuck up on her, and it was far more depraved than she could have ever imagined. She couldn't process how depraved she was in that moment, but she was too deep in now and needed to press on. From the building of unreleased tingles that festered on her scalp, she could feel little bursts of tingles spilling out and flaring up all around her head.

Even though Serena still had an earbud in, it was as though it was no longer there and she could feel the sensations directly above her ear. As she pressed against the thick, gently flexed outward section of cartilage, she could almost feel it throbbing in response back at her like a live organ and not the artificial ear that was in front of her. She had to pull her shaking finger away, releasing for a second as she let herself catch her breath. Then, as she returned to it, she chose not to go with as much force as she had gone with moments earlier, her fingertip lightly brushing over the inner, most protruding ridge inside the ear and down towards the second that protected the earhole, lightly brushing between the two and dangerously dancing near the earhole.

"A-Arceus…" Serena gasped suddenly, her voice barely kept at a whisper. She could practically feel the beads of sweat coming out on her forehead. Her attempts at staying composed were quickly failing and she knew it—her whole body knew it. Her whole brain was throbbing with want, begging to be relieved of the tension of unreleased tingles.

It was time.

Serena lifted up the black cloth that covered the small table that the 3Dio stood on just long enough to grasp at the what she knew was down there—blindly, her hand fumbling around through the hidden shelf down below until she found what she was looking for. There was bottle hidden there, a short-statured white plastic bottle. A shaking hand grasped it as she picked it up, barely able to keep a grip on it from the sweat she felt on the palms on her hands. She reached for the very top of the bottle and flicked her thumb under it, kicking open the lid and revealing the spout.

With her fingertip extended, Serena pointed the bottle down towards the shivering digit as she tried to keep it straight, gently squeezing on the bottle as a white, creamy substance gently oozed out of the end of the bottle and slipped down onto her fingertip in a pea-sized amount. She then took the little bit and rubbed it on the inner surface of the ear, rubbing it and making the surface of the artificial ear shiny.

Serena forced her eyes shut. She could hear the greasy sounds in her headphones, like the warm lotion was seeping down into her ear and spreading across the surface with the gentle touch of an invisible finger. Her lip trembled as quiet whimpers escaped her, her brain on the verge of bursting—it hurting to hold back from the inevitable release that awaited her.