The Teddy Bear Doll (9)
"You watch Mask Singer?"
"Yeah! That white-haired prince on the black horse—his singing was insane."
"Who do you think it is? His voice was amazing."
"Probably a band vocalist, right? With skills like that and not super famous yet? Gotta be a band guy."
"Band vocalists are getting popular these days! And he's a guy. You could tell just from his build he's hot—no way he doesn't have fans."
"Then an idol?"
"Pfft! You think that's a joke?"
"Yeah."
Mask Singer had aired.
No Heekyung getting eliminated in the first round was a godsend for the production team. Sure, booking her in the first place was a minus, but they managed to broadcast it with heavy mosaics and editing.
A clipped first round. Then, as the second round kicked off and everyone finally showed their true skills, people completely forgot about the No Heekyung drama.
The new buzz saving Mask Singer was, naturally, the "White-Haired Prince on the Black Horse."
With No Heekyung gone—the one who'd sabotaged his first-round song—the White-Haired Prince unleashed his full potential. The crew, who'd booked him themselves, were stunned by a performance way beyond expectations. They couldn't fathom why someone with such insane talent was hiding it, but they cheered that Mask Singer was the stage for his reveal.
While Mask Singer blew up thanks to the White-Haired Prince, I let out a sigh of relief, staring at my now-quiet phone.
Sylvia's teddy bear doll antics—bombarding me with messages every hour—had been a headache, but it was finally sorted.
It's quiet now, but who knows when she'll start nagging again...
Most of Sylvia's texts were questions. "Can I do this?" "Is that okay?" After she declared she'd masturbate until losing her virginity, I couldn't just say "Do whatever" anymore. Brushing her off like that would've led to disaster.
After fielding her questions, she'd drop something random.
Why the hell does she keep sending 'sex'?!
When I asked why she was doing this to me, she said losing her virginity was her top priority right now, so she was working hard for it.
Fine, wanting to pop her cherry? Cool. I had no plans to keep refusing if she was that into it.
The problem? She wanted to do it in front of Bianca.
...Feels like calling a demon 'teacher.'
Sylvia just wanted to mess with Bianca any way she could. I got it—her survival depended on it—but still...
Honestly, it's scary.
She called me "Master," but one slip and that doll might devour me.
So I gave Sylvia one order: Gather intel on Melissa, who's still targeting me.
Bianca was my doll now, so that threat was neutralized. But Melissa was still after me, and I wanted it handled cleanly. Info was key.
Like how Bianca knew Melissa had orchestrated No Heekyung's downfall after our run-in. I needed ongoing surveillance on Melissa's moves.
Once she's done investigating Melissa, she might spam me again.
I'd have to figure out how to manage Sylvia going forward. Thank god it was texts, not calls.
Commands would stop the messages, sure. But upsetting a malice-filled Sylvia? Backlash city.
With Bianca's body, how much trouble could she cause behind my back? She's on my side, but you gotta feed the fish you've hooked.
The creator blocked her from directly harming me, so no worries there. But Sylvia in Bianca's body stirring up unrelated chaos? Totally possible.
"Slurp, smack! Haa."
Lost in Sylvia thoughts, I realized Minyeong noona was struggling, diligently sucking my cock.
No pleasure amp meant no quick load, and my wandering mind dulled the sensation. Still addicted to my cum, she was desperately working her mouth.
I stroked her head and said,
"Noona, I'm gonna cum."
"Mmph!"
Her face lit up as she shoved my cock deep into her throat, squeezing it tight.
Minyeong noona's blowjob skills were otherworldly—honed purely for extracting semen.
Like a junkie signing away their body for a fix. No reason she wouldn't.
"Your skills are getting better. Where'd you learn?"
"Slurp! Gulp—cough. Learn? It's all about devotion."
Her complexion brightened after savoring today's load. Just minutes ago, she'd been fidgety with craving.
"You lasted pretty long this time."
"Four days is too long!"
Started with a week—impossible. She came begging on day one, "I'm dying!" Had to play merciful and feed her.
First try failed, but couldn't quit, so ramped up slowly. Now she could handle four days.
Max two loads orally—more resets tolerance to every other day.
Thanks to noona as my guinea pig, I learned control.
Uncontrolled addiction is dangerous—lesson from her.
Problem item on my semen:
Bought a fine-tuner:
◈ Finely adjust special abilities of semen. (Requires prior versions.)
Tweaks intensity of "special abilities." Crank addiction for heavy junkie from one shot, or dial down. Cosmetic tweaks like skin benefits or moisturizing.
Testing optimal settings on Minyeong noona.
She'd used an Appearance Change Ticket, so face changes? No biggie.
Though only prettier, of course!
She bought the "semen beautifies you" fib—half-true—and cooperated fully. Told her externally we were testing optimal intake for beauty.
Now I could control without much trial.
Buying powers willy-nilly ain't the way.
Like handing a knife to a kid. Teddy bear doll same—risky if mishandled.
"But noona, no room left to get prettier, right?"
"Huh?"
Lifted her chin, scrutinizing. Nothing like the first Minyeong noona—now a total babe, my type.
"Like this face?"
"Yeah. I keep checking the mirror, wondering if it's really me. Feels like a dream sometimes."
Good, she's thrilled.
"Nose could've been a tad higher..."
Not 100%? "You're plenty pretty... Goddess level. More possible?"
"Heh, women only fully love their face with filter apps. Keep feeding me cum, and maybe my nose'll perfect."
"..."
Pity—it's the Appearance Change Ticket, not cum. Semen helps skin/teeth like cosmetics, not reshaping noses.
"Your cum's dangerous, though."
"Huh?"
"Turned me into this. People find out? Chaos."
Only she knows it's special.
"Be discreet—no one'll know."
"No one else knows?"
"Duh. Can't tell everyone."
"Phew. My lips are sealed!"
"Who else but you?"
Love makes women glow. Han Minyeong? Radiant beyond imagination.
"Might land a new gig."
"Casting call?"
"Yeah. Face change got me cast. Might join an agency too."
Skills fine, but auditions failed, no agency—blame the old face. Now? Passing, signing.
"Congrats! Pick wisely. Which agencies?"
"Nailed auditions, plus web drama hit."
Three agencies contacting. No actor agency knowledge—need help.
"Not signing yet?"
"Career-maker. Being careful."
"Smart. I'll ask someone."
"For real? Awesome. Contract clauses sketchy."
No actor experts nearby—manager noona/company? Nah. Command Sylvia for intel.
Chaebol network quality.
Helpful for her. Plus, Jua noona post-Taeyang birth plans acting after recovery.
Noona's all-in on childcare, but wasting that face? No.
Power's handy.
Realized anew: Better to have it.
Laid back at her gesture. Cock rock-hard post-load, no downtime.
She stroked lovingly.
"Never goes soft? Always hard."
Muah! Kisses it like world's cutest thing.
Hmm.
My body, but her obsession? Baffling.
Like my boob fetish?
Reached for her tits.
"You cumming up?"
"Yeah. I wanna ride."
She mounted, aligning pussy to cock. Hands clasped. Hips rolled in earnest.