Two Dolls
The small, secluded path beside the library was so dark that neither prying eyes nor the midday sun could reach it. There, Yunsol was spitting out her “liquor.”
The same transparent, viscous fluid filled the mask completely before seeping deep inside it.
“Here you go, Oppa.”
Yunsol approached, wiping the mucus from the corner of her mouth, and I took the mask back from her. This was the third time I had watched the offering process, yet the sight still refused to feel normal. Grimacing at the thought that the sticky fluid might still be on it, I wiped the mask once before slipping it into my bag.
“All done?”
“Yes. I’ve offered today’s share of tribute… so that should be it for today. Even though it feels obvious by now, please take good care of me tomorrow too, Wooju Oppa.”
“Tomorrow, huh…”
I forced a smile at my polite junior, who beamed and gave a small bow. Swallowing the bitter taste that rose in my throat, I reminded myself that I already knew there was no way to turn them back. The fact that I had crossed an irreversible river kept pressing on one corner of my chest, clouding my mood.
I hid my expression behind a forced smile as my mind grew murky, like clear water stirred with dirt.
“Where are you headed now, Oppa? Have you finished all your lectures for today?”
“No, I still have one left, but there’s some time. You’ve got that debate meeting now, right?”
“Hehe… yeah, unfortunately. I’ll head out first, then.”
Yunsol clasped her hands together with a regretful look, bowed once more, and slipped past me out of the alley. Even as she walked away, she turned back to glance at me and shyly waved. I waved back and let out a long sigh.
……
Maybe it was because of what happened in the cafeteria earlier, but even while Yunsol was saying goodbye, my eyes kept drifting to her chest. At around 155 centimeters tall, her breasts were disproportionately large for her petite frame. Until now, I hadn’t really been conscious of them. Yunsol hated standing out, so even on hot days she wore thick layers and avoided anything that would accentuate her chest.
But after seeing them just once, any small movement made my gaze snap to the way they swayed. If Haemi-noona had the balanced, mannequin-like proportions where her chest and the rest of her body were in perfect harmony, Yunsol possessed nothing but overwhelming physical presence. Today, for some reason, she was wearing unusually thin and short clothes, which only made that presence stand out even more.
Everyone at this school knew Yunsol was big, but… I never imagined it was this much.
“…And they felt so soft… ugh.”
I clamped my mouth shut before the muttered words could fully escape. I really must be losing it. Was it because of the pleasure that had been branded into my brain and refused to fade? No matter what, what kind of thought process led me to comparing Haemi-noona’s and Yunsol’s bodies like this? Fucking insane, Choi Wooju.
To clear away the tangled thoughts and rising lust, I tapped my temple a few times. That was when my phone vibrated in my pocket. A single message had popped up in the department group chat.
What the…?
Today’s afternoon lecture has been canceled due to the professor’s personal circumstances. We hope there is no confusion, and today’s class will be replaced by an assignment…
“No way.”
* * *
“Another free period? If it’s Professor Noh Heesun… there’s definitely going to be an assignment. What is it this time?”
“We have to write a report summarizing the content we were supposed to cover in today’s lecture. Ugh, I’m already behind on the last one…”
I walked down the hallway, ignoring the grumbling voices of my classmates echoing here and there. There had been less than thirty minutes until class, yet they suddenly posted a cancellation notice and replaced it with an assignment. Normally I would have been pretty annoyed, but right now it actually felt like a relief. With my head this messed up, sitting through a lecture would have been pointless anyway.
Thanks to finishing assignments during my free time here and there, I had more spare time than most. I could rest a bit, organize my thoughts, and handle the assignment slowly afterward.
I climbed the stairs, passed the second and third floors, and arrived on the fourth. After walking a little way down the long corridor, I reached a door. I opened the one labeled “Echo” and stepped inside.
This was the clubroom for the reading club “Echo.” I hadn’t been particularly interested in reading, so I didn’t know the origin of the name… but I joined because I liked the atmosphere—quiet when it needed to be, lively when it was lively. Most of all, Haemi-noona was also in this club.
Anyway, here I could relax without worrying about anyone watching. Going home early would just mean listening to Mom’s endless chatter, and the lounge was always full of people coming and going. The other members were probably busy preparing for the debate right now, and those of us who weren’t participating would normally be in class. In other words, right now I was the only person who would come to this spacious room.
“Haaah!”
I deliberately let out a loud sigh and tossed my bag onto the sofa in front of me. After it landed with a soft thud, I kicked off my shoes and flopped down onto the couch.
It felt like so many things had happened, yet the sun hadn’t even set yet. I gazed out the window at the sky, where blue and orange were drawing a perfect boundary.
Man… the sky is disgustingly pretty. The weather’s nice and mild—perfect for going out and having fun…
“…Huh?”
While I was lying absentmindedly on the sofa and staring outside, my unfocused eyes caught something else. Not outside the window—inside. The silhouette of something in the clubroom was reflected on the glass.
A woman wearing pure white clothes, standing at attention beside the door—
“──?!”
A chill ran down my spine. I shot upright from the sofa and whipped my head toward the direction I had entered from.
There, to the right of the door—in the blind spot that no one entering could possibly see—stood a woman. Her hands, adorned with sparkling, flashy bracelets, rings, and manicured nails, were pressed neatly against her thighs as she maintained perfect posture. Her face… was not visible.
More precisely, it didn’t exist.
Because her entire head had turned into something pure white and rock-hard.
Even though I was staring at her with wide eyes, she simply stood there motionless. This was our first meeting, but the intensity of our first encounter had burned her name into my mind.
“…Lee Minji?”
It was the girl who had been caught by Haemi-noona in the lounge this morning and turned into a Dummy Doll. The one who had supposedly slept with Haemi-noona’s ex-boyfriend.
I slipped my shoes back on from under the sofa and approached Minji with cautious steps. Come to think of it, after she had been changed like this in the lounge, Haemi-noona had told her to “wait in the clubroom.” Had she really been standing in that exact spot ever since?
No—more importantly, how had she even walked all the way here looking like this?
Right now, her appearance was incredibly eye-catching. The skin-tight skinny jeans and black crop top were striking enough, but the “white shell” that completely covered her head from hair to face had an overwhelming presence. It hid all her facial features and seemed almost fused with her skin.
“…It’s cold.”
I hesitantly reached out and touched her face. It felt exactly like stroking the smooth surface of a carved plaster statue. There was no body heat at all—only the chill of inorganic matter. A human head had completely turned to stone.
My heart pounded at the bizarre sight of a body part—specifically a person’s head—transformed into a plaster figure. My trembling eyes darted around until they landed on her hand. This time I took Minji’s hand, which was decorated with various accessories. But it was warm. I could feel the body temperature of a living person. When I checked her pulse with my other hand and focused, I could feel a steady heartbeat at my fingertips.
“Whew…”
I felt a little relieved. So she wasn’t dead, just like Haemi-noona had said.
……
Then what exactly was this woman named Lee Minji turning into?
Haemi-noona had definitely said she wasn’t finished yet. That she wasn’t a Saintess. Had she really just turned a person into a simple doll? Wouldn’t that get noticed right away? Sigh… what the hell was she thinking, doing something like this…
『Something’s strange. It’s far too strange.』
『That liquor the female called Yunsol made today… its deep, rich aroma was truly the best. I didn’t say anything, but the fruity liquor from the other female was also exceptionally delicious. What could it be? I’ve gone through countless contractors and drunk the liquor of many Saintesses, yet I’ve never tasted anything like this.』
『At first I thought you were simply lucky enough to create a decent Saintess… but after tasting the second liquor, I became certain. The Saintess who brews the liquor is excellent, but that profound flavor comes from the raw ingredient… the man’s desire—your semen. I don’t know what it is, but your desire is different from the owners of the masks I’ve contracted with before. It’s special.』
『I thought you were just a convenient contractor I could use and then discard… but it turns out you’re a treasure I cannot let go…』
『I had been subtly encouraging your desire because I wanted to drink more and more of the liquor you create… but now even that feels lacking. If only those petty morals and guilt inside your head disappeared, the offerings would increase even more, wouldn’t they? So I’ll help you. After all, everything is already yours. Don’t feel sorry. It’s only natural. Subjugate them. Violate them. Be honest. Hehe…』
『From now on, little by little, your reason will crumble. You will become honest with your desires and produce higher-quality semen. Ah, I can’t wait.』
……
…It felt like my head had cleared up somehow. I was sure someone had been talking to me… but I rubbed my still-dazed head and glared at the bag on the sofa. Could the mask have done something again? It happened so quickly that I couldn’t even tell what had been done to me.
Ah, more importantly, I should ask Haemi-noona later what she plans to do with this girl named Lee Minji…
As I rested my chin on my hand and stared at Minji standing motionless, my gaze unconsciously drifted to her chest beneath the thin fabric.
“…”
She hurt someone else, so maybe it’s only natural she ended up like this.
I reached out, grabbed the hem of her short top, and lifted it up. A white bra was revealed. Its size was incomparably smaller than Yunsol’s—no, even smaller than Haemi-noona’s. To choose something like this while dating Haemi-noona… Senior Taejun’s tastes really were ridiculous.
I reached behind Minji, unhooked the bra, and it came off easily. Small white mounds that fit perfectly in one hand, with prominently swollen areolas standing out at their centers. Plump breasts, even plumper areolas on top of them, and hidden between them—sunken nipples. So this is what inverted nipples look like. It was my first time seeing them in real life.
Lost in thought for a moment, I rested my chin on my hand and stared at the large nipples in contrast to her small breasts. Suddenly curious about Minji’s reaction, I looked up, but—
“…………”
There was no way a person whose head had turned into a plaster statue would react to something like this. Still, it was fascinating. Her head had become inorganic, yet her body was still alive. At this point she was basically a real doll with only a torso left.
Snorting, I raised my hand and grabbed one of those small breasts. It filled my palm with satisfying weight, yet it was still undeniably soft. What caught my attention more than the breast itself was the nipple. I pinched the areola between my index finger and thumb, then slowly circled around it with my nail, lightly scratching.
“………”
Twitch.
Maybe it was my imagination, but Minji’s leg seemed to jerk slightly. I paused my fingers to observe her reaction, then this time gripped the areola and gently pulled as if milking her.
Her body flinched, then arched sharply at the waist with a powerful spasm. The more I played with her, the more I noticed that while the left nipple remained hidden between the areolas, the right one had pushed out as if begging to be touched, twitching and trembling.
…This is seriously turning me on.
“…Follow me to the sofa.”
It was closer to a small whisper than a command. Yet Minji, who looked like she would never move, began walking. With stiff, mechanical steps she approached the sofa and sat down primly. I sat beside her, then pulled her onto my lap…
“………”
Both hands began mercilessly kneading her breasts and nipples.