#21. Teddy Bear Doll (3)
“No way, you like getting hit too?”
“No, that's not it... but you seem to like it...”
“Aigoo, Ahyun. Sex can vary endlessly based on personal tastes. Just like you love cuddling in my lap and kissing during it, noona loves doing it while getting hit. We enjoyed it to each other's liking, so you can't complain that I didn't do it with you. You and noona have different preferences.”
“But you felt it so much.”
“I felt it intensely with you too. It was so good with you that I forgot about making you pee yourself while going wild. Want me to remind you?”
“Eek! No!”
Ahyun's face turned beet red. She'd forgotten she was lying motionless on the piss-soaked bed out of jealousy just moments ago, but there's no way she could handle sex like noona. Sure, if I used pleasure amplification on her like I did with Boksun noona, she might even feel ecstasy from the pain. But there was no reason to.
It's not like I enjoy hitting during sex anyway. No point in turning Ahyun into that too.
I'd playfully smacked her ass when the mood struck, but never hard enough to hurt—because I knew she didn't get pleasure from it.
Ahyun loves soft, bodies pressed tightly together. She enjoys blowjobs too. In a way, it's the most classic sex style.
Why kill her individuality? It's like ruining entry-level art school—everyone's charm is different.
The reason I cater more to the women's tastes than my own preferences is because I have sex way too often. Sometimes seven times a week. If I always did it my way in that many sessions, they'd all blend into the same routine.
Boring as hell. What's the point?
But matching their styles lets me have seven varied, fresh experiences. And which one's more stimulating? No contest.
“I love your style, Ahyun. When I'm with noona, I go her way; with you, your way—that's what I enjoy. Joyless sex is worse than none.”
It was true I got more excited with Boksun noona. But that's because Ahyun's style is long and drawn-out, while noona's is short and intense. Plus, today was special—Ahyun was blatantly watching me fuck noona right beside us.
“So it was good with me too?”
“Duh? When do you tease me about being a perv? Thought I wasn't satisfied?”
“...I lack experience, okay? I was worried sex with me would bore you. You looked so turned on with unnie.”
So that's it—she was insecure about her skills, scared I'd lose interest. With that lack of confidence...
To prove sex with her was plenty good, I said, “Wanna see how much I love fucking you?”
“H-Here? More?!”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“You've done it four times today.”
“Only twice with you.”
“Still... I thought guys don't just get hard multiple times like that.”
She must've picked up some sex ed trivia. She used to not even know male averages.
Ahyun pondered, then subtly spread her legs to check her pussy.
A quick glance—swollen and puffy.
I saw it too, concluding sex was impossible. Same age as me, but her cute, babyish look makes her feel like a little sis, and her delicate pussy puffs up after just two rounds.
Knowing it was off-limits, I pretended otherwise and kept begging for more.
“With you here, I could go five more times starting now.”
“!!”
It was limp now, but this guy's always ready to stiffen up on demand.
I proudly thrust my dick forward, and Ahyun scooted back bit by bit.
Boksun noona was snoring softly on the pissy bed, fully retired. Ahyun had to handle me solo now.
But after seeing noona wrecked earlier, she shook her head desperately, terrified.
“I can't anymore. It's super swollen.”
“I was gonna stop too, till you asked why I didn't hit you like noona. Thought you wanted more.”
“That's not what I meant!”
Ahyun panicked. I'd figured that cleared up her misunderstanding and was about to drop it—when a brilliant idea flashed by. I clamped my mouth shut.
Hmm, not bad at all?
If she's insecure about sex, just make her confident. Easy fix.
“Even if I say you're fine and I love it now, you'll still worry, right?”
“...”
No answer—she hadn't fully shaken it off.
“Then let's do this.”
“This?”
“Grab your phone.”
Time to introduce her to a new world she didn't know existed. Toys aren't just for kids—adults have their own fun gadgets.
Perfect 'item' to boost her shaken confidence.
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“President.”
“...”
“President?”
“...”
“President!!”
Huh!?
“Whoa! Why yell like that?”
“Sorry, but you've been staring at that doll for 30 minutes.”
“What? 30 minutes? Why didn't you say sooner? Work's piling up!”
“...I did call you, President. No, sorry.”
“Sigh, seriously! What's with you lately?”
“...”
The pink teddy bear doll in her hand. Its soft, squeezable texture was so addictive she always kept it close, but Bianca didn't realize it.
She was obsessed beyond reason.
Only her secretary, watching closely, noticed the change.
But sadly, Bianca ignored her.
“This isn't like you, President.”
“What a joke. Just looking at a doll and you say that?”
Cheeky remark. Naturally, Bianca glared sternly.
But she should've ditched the teddy instead. How much time had it stolen? Billions in lost productivity.
Yet she pocketed it instead of tossing it. The secretary sighed inwardly—failure again today.
She's definitely off. Not the doll's fault, must be the guy who gave it. Love at first sight? Even so, slacking on work for romance! Her changes are too fast—whose tempo do I follow?
The secretary blamed the giver, but tragically, it was the teddy bear doll.
In a world without powers, no one could spot the cursed teddy bear doll.
“Enough nonsense—out.”
“Sorry.”
Alone again in her office, Bianca signed documents, refocusing.
But soon, she couldn't resist—out came the teddy from her pocket.
“Too cute.”
Squish squish squish.
Without it even briefly, anxiety crept in. Holding and gazing calmed her, filling her with happiness.
Like a drug addict, she craved the teddy bear doll.
“How's it so soft? And those sparkling eyes? What if I add gems to your claws? Got tons ready for you—pretty dresses, cute ribbons for your ears. Nice, right? You love it too?”
Of course, the dresses would drip with pricey jewels—overkill for a doll, but Bianca spared no expense.
She was hopelessly hooked.
And every time she saw it, one face surfaced.
“...Miss him. Does he know how much I treasure you?”
Jin Haesol. The man who agreed to help fix her sister's habits.
Once her sister—still testing waters—made a real move, they'd meet again, right?
But Bianca doubted herself.
Can I hold out till then without seeing him?
No activities meant no TV sightings. Her only option: rewatching his shows.
Web dramas gave updates, but...
“They end this week!!”
Web drama finale incoming. Shooting wrapped; now prepping next gig.
“No excuse to contact him, no matter how I think...”
Needed Melissa to move first for a pretext. But oddly, Melissa was ultra-cautious, leaving Bianca fidgety.
Going mad missing him. Doll helped temporarily, but cravings worsened later.
“Why give me this and shake me up?! Jerk! No contact since.”
She knew it was normal not to hear from him.
But grievances swelled.
“What's wrong with me? Tell me—what should I do?”
The doll wouldn't answer, obviously.
Yet Bianca asked it naturally—and unbelievably, she was actually conversing.
[Just contact him.]
“Contact him how? What's my excuse to meet? I'm a person of status...”
Honestly, she even resented her sister approaching Haesol now. Secretly hoping her sister's habits stayed unbroken till interest faded.
[Be brave.]
“Brave? Ha! I have to muster courage to call him? Why? I'm Bianca Kay!”
[You love him. Pride's useless—it's just a hurdle in love.]
“Not that far yet?”
[No need to deny. Admit it freely—you love him. You want to do whatever he desires.]
“I said not yet! How do you know my heart so surely? If you weren't so cute, I'd toss you, you cheeky doll!”
[A gift from your beloved—threatening to ditch me? Joke's on you. You can't. You love me as much as him.]
“...You're one sly doll.”
[Of course—I'm your doll. Dress me prettier; I'll love you more.]
“Don't rush. Wait a bit—I prepared heaps for you.”
Bianca couldn't tear away from the teddy bear doll.
Thus, she missed it.
Black smoke from the teddy seeping into her body.