Time to Move to the Next Stage #2
It had been a week since I arrived at the Doctor’s house. She behaved as if every moment spent with me was the most precious thing in the world. She never once mentioned the laboratory and seemed to want us glued together every minute of every day. I had successfully marinated the pitiful widow in pleasure and sweetness. I had also greatly amplified the feelings she held for me… It was time to advance to the next stage, depending on how things developed.
I took a moment to visit the secret base and found Marcela there, her long tail swishing as her hands never stopped moving. She was crafting Yuria’s bow. A quick glance told me it was about thirty percent complete. Still, I felt a twinge of disappointment. I had arrived, yet she hadn’t even turned around once. Playfulness stirred inside me, so I crept up behind Marcela and gave her back a light tap.
“Kyaaaak!”
Marcela reacted with violent intensity. Both hands shot into the air as she cried out, her whole body spinning around in shock.
“M-My King…!”
She stared at my smiling face with wide, startled eyes, her legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably. What was this? Had she done something she shouldn’t have? I studied her with a puzzled gaze and noticed her roughly eighty-denier stockings darkening between her thighs.
“…Were you about to cum just now?”
Marcela fidgeted, completely at a loss.
“I-I’m sorry…”
Even though she had been startled, the mere memory of my touch had nearly pushed her over the edge. As expected—she truly possessed the world’s most pathetic pussy. I let out a dry, incredulous laugh.
“Hah. How long are you going to keep doing this? You really are utterly vulgar.”
She hung her head, fingers twitching nervously. I chuckled again and continued.
“I’m only joking. That’s part of your charm, so I hope you never change.”
“Huuuuh…♡”
This time her shoulders slumped as she seemed ready to squirt from my words alone. Had she truly reached the level where mere speech could make her climax? No, she had always been like this.
I glanced at the unfinished bow on the table and nodded appreciatively. It looked magnificent. The deep violet hue gave it an inherently wicked appearance. Once completed, wearing it would likely cause black flames to erupt from my magical power.
“Will it be finished in about two weeks?”
“Y-yes, I believe so… May I ask what brings you here…?”
“Does one need a reason to come home? I was bored, so I dropped by. I wanted to see you, too.”
“Huk…”
She swallowed hard. The lovestruck, dazed look on her face made it clear how deeply moved she was.
“You’ve worked hard. Keep it up.”
“Yes…!”
After leaving the base, I returned to the officetel. It felt empty. Sehwa and Yuria must have gone out somewhere. Once the bow was complete, I would need to summon Stella back to Korea as well.
I changed clothes, stuffed the spares into a shopping bag, then drove to the Doctor’s house. When I opened the front door, she was already waiting with a suspicious glint in her eyes. The entire living room smelled delicious, suggesting she had been cooking and rushed out the moment I arrived.
“Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I told you I was going for a walk. I set my phone to silent, so I didn’t notice.”
“You took that long just for a walk? And why did you change your clothes?”
“I stopped by the house to bring more while I was out. The clothes got soaked in the rain, so I changed.”
I held out the smaller shopping bag. The Doctor took it, inspected the clothes, then asked again.
“What about an umbrella?”
“I left it at home.”
“Then how did you get here? Your clothes aren’t wet at all. It’s pouring rain like that.”
Her eyes burned with intensity as she peppered me with questions. Good. Keep suspecting me.
“I drove.”
“…Give me the car key.”
The Doctor extended her hand. I frowned, pulled the key from my back pocket, and placed it in her palm with more force than necessary.
“Satisfied?”
“…..”
Still frowning, she strode to the living-room window, lifted the curtain slightly, and looked outside. When she confirmed both of my cars were there, her gaze softened a fraction. But suspicion still lingered.
“Why did you bring the car again?”
“It was raining, so I drove. Otherwise I’d have to wait for a taxi. Why are you acting like this? You’re being strange today, Noona.”
The Doctor let out a long sigh, then apologized.
“I’m sorry. The weather’s been like this for days, so I must have become overly sensitive. Are you hungry? Let’s have dinner.”
I nodded and sat down, deliberately scraping the chair across the marble floor to show I was slightly annoyed. She glared at me for a moment before slamming a plate piled with generous lasagna onto the table with a loud clack.
I looked up at her with a straight face.
“What are you doing right now?”
“What?”
“If you’re upset, say it with words instead of acting childish.”
The Doctor let out a dumbfounded laugh and crossed her arms while standing.
“Childish? You’re the one who dragged the chair.”
“Ha, this is ridiculous. Forget I said anything…”
I served myself some lasagna and began eating in silence. The table remained quiet, the atmosphere heavy. The Doctor, sitting across from me and eating demurely, asked again.
“Did you only change clothes at home?”
Her reaction was expected. I had said I was going for a walk but stayed out a long time, ignored her calls, and returned in different clothes. What woman wouldn’t grow suspicious? The fact that she liked me so much only made her doubt stronger… At this rate, it seemed safe to move on to the next stage. I would nurture her affection for three more days after laying the groundwork, then begin.
I set my fork down with a loud clack. The Doctor flinched but stared at me with eyes that refused to yield.
“I already answered you.”
“Answer me properly. Tell the truth and I’ll forgive you.”
“Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Aren’t you?”
“This is truly absurd… What exactly are you so anxious about? Are you afraid I slept with Sehwa?”
The Doctor flinched and averted her gaze. Even with her spirit broken, she didn’t deny it. Jealousy had taken root. Her possessiveness was no joke. But what was wrong with a man sleeping with his own girlfriend?
I continued in an angry tone.
“I didn’t. When I got home, Sehwa wasn’t there. She’s skipping university and went on a two-day, one-night trip with her friends. I brought extra clothes precisely because I knew she wouldn’t be home.”
“…..”
“If you’re that suspicious, call Sehwa and confirm it yourself.”
Of course she had been thinking about calling her. But guilt and shame had stopped her. I picked up my phone and shook it.
“Shall I call her for you?”
The Doctor shook her head frantically. That was understandable. Hearing Sehwa’s voice in the middle of an affair would make her guilt explode.
“I’ll trust you… You don’t have to…”
Her surrender while staring at the floor was adorable. I tossed the phone onto the table and picked up my fork again.
“You think I have nothing to say…? How annoying…”
It was crucial to subtly imply I knew something—so the Doctor would feel guilty on her own.
“W-what do you mean? Do you have something to tell me?”
Look at that—she had taken the bait perfectly. I said nothing and focused on eating my lasagna. The Doctor bit her lip anxiously. Perhaps bothered by her earlier behavior, she stayed silent.
As we ate in heavy quiet, the Doctor called my name in a much gentler voice.
“Um… Jihyeok.”
I inwardly chuckled and answered indifferently.
“What.”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong…”
Lonely widows truly were easy to handle. The way she was gradually becoming obsessed, the sight of her yielding first to mend our relationship—it was thrilling. The taste was exquisite.
“Has your suspicion been cleared now?”
“Yes…”
Her face said otherwise. We could have argued further, but I had already laid the groundwork… I decided to let it slide today. I poked at the lasagna with my fork and changed the subject.
“This is delicious. Make it again tomorrow.”
The Doctor’s face brightened as she nodded.
“Okay.”
After showering in the master bathroom, I emerged to find the clothes I had changed into missing, so I called out.
“Noona!”
The Doctor came running at once. The moment she saw my naked body, raw desire flooded her expression. She took a pair of trunks from the closet and held them out.
“Did you call? What is it?”
“Where are my clothes?”
“Those? I’m washing them… I put them in the machine.”
As expected. She was trying to erase any trace of scent again. After putting on the underwear, I made a face that suggested I didn’t understand.
“I just changed into them. You’re washing them already?”
“You wore them outside, so of course they need washing. Shall I cut some watermelon? I have cold ones.”
“I already brushed my teeth. But where’s my phone this time?”
The Doctor looked around, then fetched the phone from the computer desk.
“Here. Get your head together. Can’t you even remember something like this?”
I tilted my head and took the phone.
“I must have forgotten. Give me some watermelon anyway.”
“Didn’t you just brush your teeth?”
“I can brush them again.”
The Doctor smiled helplessly, gave my arm a light tap, and headed to the kitchen. I turned on the computer, sat down, glanced through the open doorway, and powered on the phone. Nothing looked wrong on the surface, but… the Doctor had done something to it while I showered. I had not placed it on the computer desk; I had definitely left it on the bed.
I chuckled quietly and examined the phone’s contents. Sure enough, I found newly created files hidden inside the essential folder. At first glance they appeared to be disguised as necessary applications, with dates matching the phone’s manufacturing date.
How cute…
Doctor. I am a genius engineer. Did you really think I would overlook suspicious files?
I opened one and checked the details, then had to cover my mouth with one hand to stifle laughter. She had installed a location tracker. If connected to her own phone’s network, it could monitor my device even when powered off. She had extracted a program used for unmanned reconnaissance drones and repurposed it here. To accomplish all that in such a short time—she truly was a genius.
The location tracking itself was powerful. But it had no other functions. Even though she could have monitored call logs and messages, the fact that she hadn’t meant she had reached the limit of her conscience or simply ran out of time. An ordinary person would have been terrified by such obsession, but from my perspective it was an utterly adorable gesture. I would tweak it slightly later.
“Jihyeok! The watermelon’s ready!”
Her voice called from outside. I tossed the phone carelessly and went out to sit on the sofa. The Doctor brought the plate of watermelon from the dining table and set it on the coffee table.
“What were you doing in the room?”
“I was going to play a game.”
“Ah… the one you installed yesterday?”
“Yeah. Should I buy another computer so we can play together? You seemed to enjoy watching yesterday.”
“I’d rather not. I prefer just watching.”
She gave me a warm smile and gently caressed my face, then scolded me.
“You didn’t apply anything to your face again, did you?”
“It’s bothersome.”
“I told you to. Did you at least cleanse?”
“I did that in the shower.”
Nodding, the Doctor went to the bedroom and returned with an armful of basic skincare products. She sat at a slight distance, poured everything out, and patted her own thigh.
“Lie down. I’ll apply it for you.”
Still chewing watermelon, I rested the back of my head on her leg. She lifted my bangs and arranged them neatly.
“Close your eyes.”
When I did, she sprayed toner and began patting my entire face. I deliberately moved my mouth to disturb her. She burst into laughter and gently pressed my cheek.
“Stay still.”
I nodded silently. Juice trickled from the corner of my mouth, moistening my lips. Just before it ran down my cheek, the Doctor quickly lowered her head and extended her tongue. She licked and sucked the juice from my lips, then naturally continued applying the rest of the skincare.
After tending to my skin with great care for a long time, she spoke.
“All done. You can get up.”
I slowly sat up.
“You should put some on too, Noona.”
“I already did…?”
Who was talking about skincare? I meant semen. I was going to coat her face with cum.
I pulled down my trunks and freed my erect cock. The Doctor’s face flushed instantly. I lifted the hem of her white layered dress and poked at her breasts. Realizing exactly what I wanted, she opened her mouth.
“J-just wait a moment…”
She stood, straightened her dress, and disappeared into the room. When she returned, she carried a small container of lubricant. A new one. When had she bought it? Her preparedness was impressive.
She knelt close in front of me as I casually continued eating watermelon, handed me the lubricant, and removed her glasses. Then she slipped off her layered dress and placed my cock between her ample breasts.
I grinned, opened the cap, and turned the container upside down. Squeezing it, I let the translucent liquid with its faint viscosity drip down onto the glans protruding from her cleavage. The Doctor shrugged her shoulders and let out a hot breath. She gripped the sides of her breasts with both hands and began to move slowly.