Where's the Request Paper?
My senior's sexual tastes are peculiar.
How should I put this... She's definitely a masochist, but it's all mixed up with a bunch of other things, I guess? I'm no expert when it comes to that kind of stuff, but either way, it's the sort of thing that's hard to pin down with a single word.
One thing I am sure of, though: she likes being restrained and treated like an object.
Which, well. That tracks.
She really did get smaller...
The next evening, the doorbell rang right on schedule. I stepped outside and found a bag sitting in front of my door — a duffel made of black fabric, big enough for a person to fit inside.
No. Someone was already in there. I could hear the voice of her heart coming from the bag.
Hehe. This should be more convenient, right?
I scratched my head, a little at a loss. I'd told her to come however was convenient, so she'd shown up in a form that was convenient for me to carry.
Huuurry~ huuurry~
The bag started bouncing in time with the voice. She's not usually like this, but on the inside, she's actually pretty clingy.
I grabbed the bag before anyone could see and brought it inside.
I sat down on the sofa with the bag containing my senior, then unzipped it.
Ziiip—
The zipper opened, and the doll that had been lying face-down inside slowly sat up. Then she threw her arms overhead in a ta-da pose. Looks like she'd given up on hiding it.
The doll sat down next to me, pulled a notepad and pen from where she'd tucked them into her cleavage, and started writing.
What should we play today?
"...What about the request?"
At that, she made an ah! face and started writing again.
Where is it?
"Where's what?"
She pouted and gave my chest a few light taps, then wrote something else and held it up.
The request paper!
"Uh... yeah, good question."
Come to think of it, I didn't see the request paper today. Judging by her reaction, it didn't seem to be in the bag, either.
As I sat there thinking, the doll tapped my arm with her finger, then suddenly started pointing at her own mouth.
"Hm?"
Next she lowered her finger and pointed at her pussy. Then she held up the notepad again, showing me the same thing she'd written before.
Where is it?
"...Ah."
I understood what she meant.
"You want me to look for it?"
She nodded.
So she'd hidden the request paper in either her pussy or her mouth. Well then. I'd better search wherever she wanted me to.
"Come here."
I patted my knee, and the doll obediently climbed onto my lap. Then she went completely limp, leaning her full weight against me. Even while being fondled, she wanted to stay in character as a doll.
"Alright. First..."
I wrapped an arm around her slim waist and slipped a finger into the pussy between her spread legs.
Shlick—
Nnhhh♡~
I started probing around inside her, searching for the request paper.
"Is it in here?"
Squish. Squish.
Nnnngh, haah♡!
After thoroughly searching her pussy, it seemed like there was no paper in there. That said, I didn't stop fingering her.
"That's weird. Not here?"
I wiggled the finger I'd pushed inside her, and her body gave a little twitch. I smirked and asked, all sly,
"Hmm? Did you just react to that?"
She shook her head like she had no idea what I was talking about. Honestly, at this point she could just admit she could feel it, but she still wanted to insist she was a doll. By now I had no choice but to conclude she was enjoying this.
"Doesn't seem to be here..."
It definitely wasn't inside her pussy. Not that I had any intention of stopping.
I lifted the hand that had been around her waist and caressed the doll's face.
It's honestly amazing.
A face with a silicone surface. Those jewel-like oversized eyes looked to be made of acrylic glass. Her silver hair, silky as could be, wasn't a detachable wig — each strand had been implanted into the rubber skin one by one. If I couldn't hear the voice of her heart, I never would have imagined there was a person inside. At a glance, she was indistinguishable from a real doll, or a life-sized figure.
Come to think of it...
It was a little late to be wondering this, but I suddenly got curious about how my senior even got into this doll. Looking at her back, there was no entrance anywhere — just a perfectly smooth, blemish-free surface. Not even a hint of a zipper. Which meant she'd gone inside the doll, then sealed the entrance completely.
That's actually incredible.
Magic, I assumed. The person inside this doll was a high-ranking mage, after all. But using such a useful spell for her own lust... it completely flipped the image I'd had of Senior Seolhwa until now.
And thinking that made me laugh, all of a sudden. Because I liked Senior Seolhwa even more now. If I'd looked at her with respect back then, now it was just... she was adorable.
Nnh?
Lost in thought, I realized the doll had tilted her head cutely, then turned to look at me. Like she was asking what was going on. I'd apparently stopped moving my hand while I was thinking.
I started moving it again.
Haaahn, nngh♡!
Senior let out a moan of delight. Having confirmed the request paper wasn't in her pussy, I used my other hand to pry open the doll's closed, smiling mouth and pushed two fingers inside.
Ghhk...
Ah. Found it.
Just as I'd expected, the request paper was in her mouth. I pinched it between two fingers and pulled them out.
Pop!
"Let's see..."
I unfolded the tightly folded paper and looked at the contents. My expression turned puzzled.
"...Huh?"
The contents weren't a request so much as an apology.
I heard that a doll I created moved on its own without permission and caused offense to Mr. Lee Jihun. I apologize on the doll's behalf. I'm sorry. *bows*
I looked at the doll. She just tilted her head like she had no idea why I was looking at her — as if she had no idea what was written on the paper. Acting, of course.
I read the rest.
I was going to punish the doll myself, but I believe the one who should administer punishment is Mr. Lee Jihun, the one who was wronged. I've prepared an item in the bag. Please use it well and train the doll so it never moves on its own again. ^o^
"Uh..."
So... that was the scenario for today's play?
I started rummaging through the bag the doll had come in. The doll climbed down from my lap, tilted her head, wrote something on the notepad, and showed it to me.
What are you looking for?
Like she didn't know. The thing I was looking for was something she'd definitely put in the bag herself.
Hm? Is this it?
Rummaging through the bag, my hand caught on something. I grabbed it and pulled it out. I looked at the object, puzzled. How to describe it... it was about the size of a smartphone, with a round button in the middle.
"What's this?"
That was the moment. The instant I pulled it out, the doll startled and started trembling like she was genuinely terrified — arms and thighs drawn in, crouched low, shaking all over. From the outside, it really did look like she was scared of this thing. Acting, of course.
Haaahn, nnngh♡
From inside, I could hear Senior's moans. Scared, my ass. All I was hearing was an aroused voice. If she weren't a mage, I'd think she was an actress.
And so, to preserve Senior's dignity, I pretended not to notice and pressed the button.
That instant.
Bzzzzzt!
Haaaaahnnn!!
The doll suddenly convulsed and collapsed onto the floor. One arm wrapped around her chest, the other covering her pussy, like she was enduring some kind of pain.
I pressed the button again to turn it off, then spoke to the doll.
"What is this?"
Trembling, she struggled to her feet, picked up the pen and notepad, wrote something, and showed it to me.
If you press that, it stings and hurts.
"It hurts?"
She nodded. Then she pointed at her chest, and finally at her clitoris.
"Ah..."
So pressing the button activated a device that stimulated Senior's breasts and clitoris inside the doll suit. She'd said it stung and hurt, so maybe she'd attached some kind of electric shock pads to her chest and clit?
Could you... not use that?
With trembling hands, she timidly held up the notepad. Then she came over, sat on the floor in front of me, unzipped my pants, and fumbled out my already-hard cock. She pressed her face against it and looked up at me adorably — like she was begging me not to press the button, promising she'd make me feel really good. Of course, her actions and her inner thoughts were probably different.
I stroked the doll's head at her cute little act, chuckled, and said,
"We'll see."
At that, the doll clenched her fist in a determined little gesture, like she was going to try her hardest.