Ah! She Really Is a Doll! (It's an Act)
After that, the doll slowly rose from where she'd been sitting and made her way toward the box in the living room.
She rummaged around inside it. Then she came back holding something out for me to see.
"......What is this?"
What she'd brought looked like a black leather dog collar. Instead of a leash, though, it had handles on both sides that you could pull.
She slipped the collar around my arm and started tugging on both handles.
Squeeze!
The instant she pulled, the collar cinched tight around my arm.
"Ah......"
So that was how it worked — pull the handles, and the collar clamped down taut.
She took it off my hand, pointed at the collar with her finger, then pointed at her own neck.
I swallowed hard without meaning to.
I had a pretty good idea what she wanted.
She immediately scribbled something in her notepad and held it up for me.
I'll prove I'm a doll!
I'm a doll, so I don't breathe!
"Ah. Right......"
I more or less understood what kind of play she was after.
She fastened the collar around her own neck, took my hand, and dragged me into the bedroom.
The moment we got there, she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and went still again — a doll once more. Like she was telling me she was going to lie there and take it, so I should hurry up and fuck her.
"......"
My feet carried me toward her like I was under a spell. When my senior had gone and served this up on a silver platter, how was I supposed to not eat?
I did exactly what she wanted. No hesitation. I went to the doll lying on the bed.
Squelch—!
My cock split the silicone folds of her pussy and pushed inside.
The doll still wasn't moving, that same smile frozen on her face. Apparently she intended to keep playing doll even while we were having sex.
Her face was perfectly serene. The person inside was another story.
Nngh-hhhhnk......♡! Hah! Haaah♡!
The second my cock bottomed out, my senior started making these strangled little moans, like she was biting something back. Not that I blamed her. My cock was even bigger than before. This wasn't the size she'd gotten used to over all the times we'd done this.
I looked down at her face — still pretending to be a doll — and started rolling my hips, rough.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Nnhhh! Hah-♡
Even with my cock driving into her, she didn't so much as twitch. I had to admire the commitment. She was dead set on being nothing more than an onahole for my cock — no, a real doll. That was the role she wanted right now, after all.
I kept going. The doll still showed no sign of moving.
And then our eyes met. Those vivid, glass-clear pupils locked onto mine.
"......"
"......"
She just looked at me, that same peaceful smile on her face. A little ruined with cum, maybe, but that only made the whole picture filthier.
And for some reason, in that brief moment, I couldn't hear Senior Seolhwa's voice at all.
The only sound filling the room was the wet schlick of her pussy taking my cock.
"......?"
The doll tilted her head, all cute, like she genuinely wasn't feeling a thing even with a cock buried in her pussy.
Then my senior's inner voice came back.
Hah♡! Nnhhh...... hah♡! Hah-♡!
She was moaning like that on the inside and still acting like a doll on the outside. It was cute. It also did something ugly and hungry to the sadist in me. I was seized by the urge to make her move, no matter what it took.
The thought had barely formed before my eyes dropped to her throat. The dog collar with the handles.
I reached out and grabbed them. Then I pulled, hard, in both directions.
Hrngk————!!
The collar cinched around her neck. In the same instant her pussy clamped down, and I watched her fingers start to tremble.
I grinned, all sly, and opened my mouth.
"Hm? Did you just move?"
I looked at her face again. The doll just tilted her head at me, cute as anything, like she had no idea what I was talking about. The way my senior was acting — pretending she hadn't felt a thing — was so adorable I almost laughed. Of course, the person inside was being a lot more honest.
Hrngk! Nnh! I-I can't mooove, I caaan't!!
Hearing that, I could picture it perfectly: my senior white-knuckling her way through the act. I laughed to myself and spoke up.
"I'm pretty sure you just flinched."
She shook her head side to side. Then, suddenly, she lifted a hand, pointed at the handles, and gestured for me to tighten it more.
"Harder than this?"
A nod, nod.
Next she raised a single finger and started writing letters across my chest.
"Ngh!"
That weird ticklishness made my whole body twitch. Her finger was twitching too as she wrote, but I pretended not to notice.
I pieced together the sentence she'd traced on my skin.
"I'm a doll? I'm a doll, so it doesn't matter if you choke me harder?"
A nod — a shaky, twitching little nod.
That genuine doll face of hers made her look perfectly fine from the outside. But the occasional tremor running through her body, and the voice I could hear underneath, told me she was barely holding on. And even like that, still playing doll, she'd asked me to choke her harder.
Every last reaction, every last thing she did, was getting me off.
I did what she wanted. I put more strength into the handles and pulled.
Nnhk! Hrngkk!!
Even from the outside, you could tell the collar was cinched to its limit. Inside, my senior was screaming, holding her breath. On the outside, she just lifted a hand, easy as anything, and flashed me an okay sign — like this was perfect.
A thought popped into my head. I pretended I hadn't seen the gesture and opened my mouth.
"Not enough? Mind if I tighten it more? I just want to make absolutely sure you're a doll......"
The doll's body jerked.
Then her voice came through.
Nnk! Hrk! I-if you tighten it any more, i-it's dangerous......
She was telling me it was dangerous. She nodded anyway. She didn't have a choice.
A shaky, shaky nod.
She'd said she was a doll. A doll that didn't breathe and didn't feel a thing. Nodding was just what a doll was supposed to do.
I pulled the handles tighter and choked her down.
Hrnghhhhk————!!!
Tremble, tremble.
Her legs started shaking. Not just her legs. Like a phone set to vibrate, her head began to tremble as if an earthquake had hit. The cum she'd been holding in her mouth started leaking out in little dribbles.
"Uh...... are you okay?"
Her head was still shuddering, but she tilted it at me anyway. That what are you talking about? look. I felt my face heat up before I could stop it.
I put my back into it and sped up.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Nnh♡! Hah-nnh♡! Hrngkk♡!!
I slammed my cock into the doll's pussy without a shred of mercy. Her throat was being crushed and my cock wasn't giving her a second to breathe, and she was still acting like a doll. It wasn't as perfect as before, but I made a point of not seeing that, and I fucked her pussy like I had something to prove.
And then—
"Ngh!"
I'd been holding it in as best I could, but every last one of the doll's little reactions had me so worked up that I came way faster than I meant to. I gave the handles one last yank toward me, buried my cock as deep as it would go, and unloaded inside her in a long, satisfying rush.
Fwoosh—! Spurt, spurt—! Fwoosh!
"Nngh!"
Hyaaaaang——————♡!!
Her wail came right on the heels of it. I knew we'd gone over the edge together.
"Hah......"
Still drifting in the afterglow, I stared blankly at my cock for a second, then pulled out of the doll's pussy.
Pop— gush, gush—
The second I withdrew, cum spilled out of her and ruined the sheets. I was staring at that filthy, gorgeous mess when something I'd forgotten hit me, and I looked at the doll.
Ah. Is she okay?
I'd been pounding her with the collar cranked that tight. I was a little worried.
I watched her, dazed, as the doll lying on the bed slowly sat up. Then she stood on the mattress, planted both hands on her hips, and struck a proud, triumphant pose. Like she was saying, See? Perfectly fine.
Knowing what I knew about the inside of her head, the sight of it only got me going more.
Hyaaah...... haaah...... nnh♡!
She still hadn't come down from the orgasm. It was like her head and her body were operating on two different wavelengths. She was soaked in afterglow and she still hadn't forgotten to play doll. Talk about commitment to the bit.
I had to give her that much — not that I hadn't been planning to play along from the start. I put on a look of genuine surprise and opened my mouth.
"You really...... are a doll, aren't you."
She nodded.
Then she lifted a hand and started tapping her wrist with a finger.
"Ah. The time?"
I checked my watch. Two in the morning. Time to pack the doll up and send her home.
"Looks like it's time for you to go back."
She nodded, climbed off the bed, came over to me, and raised a finger. Same as before, she started writing on my chest.
Take good care of me next time too!
"Ah. Yeah......"
With that, she walked herself out of the bedroom and over to the box. I didn't even have to put her in. She climbed in on her own and lay down in a comfortable position.
I went over to the doll lying in the box and asked,
"Shall I pack you up?"
A nod, nod.
I did what she wanted and started to close the cardboard flaps. Then a thought struck me, and I looked at her.
"Hey......"
Tilt?
"From now on, could you maybe skip a box like this and just come over normally? It's a pain to carry."
It wasn't a huge deal, but it was a little inconvenient, so I figured I'd ask. She'd already shown me she could move. I didn't see why she needed to show up packed in a box anymore.
Hmm...... so the box is too big and it's a pain to carry?
I thought that much had gotten through. Apparently my senior had taken it a different way.
Then...... from now on I should pack myself in a slightly smaller box, so I'm easier to carry?
......Huh?
A smaller box?
I stared at her, baffled, but the only thing that came through after that was her giggling little laugh.
"Uh. Well......"
I closed the lid the rest of the way with a dubious look on my face, taped it up, and dragged the box to the front door. I left it there, and just like last time, it vanished in an instant — whisked away by teleportation magic.
I stood there staring at the empty spot, still wearing that uneasy expression.
A smaller box? How exactly was she planning to show up......