The Japanese-Made Living Real Doll
"Why have you been watching me like that since earlier?"
I sliced through the ropes that had been binding one of her limbs, handed the borrowed knife back to Noa, and asked.
"Hiiik… Ah, you noticed?"
"N-no… It’s just that this is the first time I’ve seen Master truly furious since that day… The day your friend passed away… It reminded me of that moment, so I couldn’t help but…”
Recalling the day Jaehyuk died, I studied Noa as she continued to read my mood. Her trembling pupils were fixed on Hana, who sat with a vacant stare and drool spilling from her parted lips.
Noa broke out in a cold sweat as she gazed at the empty shell that remained after the soul had been burned away, even though Hana had become a new Saintess. She was probably remembering the day she herself had become a Saintess—the same day as Jaehyuk’s funeral.
“I really was insanely pissed off that day. I’m not even the type who loses his temper easily… But why? Are you feeling some kind of sympathy for this woman?”
“N-no! Absolutely not!! For a woman who insulted Master’s mother and father, this is the only fitting end! B-but… I also tried to mock and exploit your friend’s death, didn’t I…? Back then I was prepared for soul incineration, but seeing it happen right in front of me… it’s ridiculous, but I got scared… I’m sorry…”
Noa pressed her trembling hands down with her other hand and dropped her gaze to the floor. The sight of Natsuki Hana’s empty body—face slack like an idiot, snot and drool dripping freely—had clearly terrified her with the possibility that she might end up the same way.
……
“To be honest, the only reason I didn’t incinerate you was because I ‘didn’t know how.’”
“…Pardon?”
I gave the trembling Noa’s shoulder a couple of light pats.
“Back then I couldn’t read the word ‘Incineration.’ If I had, you would’ve ended up like her. But even now that I can read it, I have no intention of incinerating you, so relax. You’re not as loud as this bitch.”
Though I hadn’t meant to, I had been furious with the woman named Kwon Noa who had gotten my friend killed. It was because she tried to brazenly bury Jaehyuk’s death without the slightest remorse for her mistake. If the me from back then had been able to read ‘Incineration,’ Noa would have become a meat puppet before Natsuki Hana ever did. That was how angry I had been—the kind of rage that made me want to kill the human called Kwon Noa.
“Just consider yourself lucky. You poked at me back when I was still kind and stupid, so it ended with you becoming a Saintess. This bitch scratched at me when I was already raw from the Jaehyuk situation. That’s why she ended up like this.”
I looked at Natsuki Hana, sprawled across the chair like discarded laundry. She was the woman who had threatened me with the one thing I treasured most, right when I was still aching from the grief of having my precious friend stolen from me once before.
In the end, I stared down at the woman who had met a miserable fate perfectly matched to her sins and gave an order.
“Stand.”
“…………”
With no change in expression whatsoever, Hana moved her sluggish body and rose from the chair. Her pupils faced me, yet she wasn’t actually looking at me. She really was like a living mannequin.
“Unbutton your shirt and show me your tits.”
“…………”
Without the slightest hesitation, she moved her hands and began popping the buttons open one by one. Emptiness filled her face. With that dazed expression she spread the front of her shirt wide, revealing a seductive black bra. I placed my hand on the beauty mark on one of the heavy breasts that spilled out and savored the texture.
They were about the same size as the three biggest among the Saintesses—Haemi-noona, Yunsol, and Luna. I hooked a finger under the bra and tugged it down, exposing areolas and nipples noticeably larger than a normal woman’s.
Maybe it was because Yumekawa Harumu beside her had such a youthful appearance, but my eyes were helplessly drawn to Hana’s voluptuous body in contrast.
“Monkey, monkey… You treated others like beasts, but this is a full-on milk cow, isn’t it?”
When I grabbed the fat areola and nipple together and twisted hard, Hana’s empty body gave a violent twitch.
“Eut………”
I snorted at the pathetically weak reaction from the hollow female body and glanced back at Noa.
“There’s no need to use ‘Incineration’ on you. You’re already an obedient Saintess who listens to me well. Now then, Natsuki Hana, Kwon Noa. I command both of you. Come here and lick my feet.”
“…………Slurp, smack… Chuuup…”
As soon as I sat heavily on the bed, Hana’s shell dropped to her knees without pause and took my foot into her mouth. Burying her face against it, she began rubbing her tongue between my toes with vulgar wet sounds.
Noa, who had been standing still and watching, finally let the fear drain from her expression. The dread that had clouded her face lifted. Realizing the meaning behind my order, she knelt on the opposite side of the foot Hana was servicing, bowed her head, and spoke with a smile.
“…I will follow Master’s will…♡ Chuuup…”
I stroked Noa’s hair as she licked the top of my foot with her tongue in the same way. She happily obeyed the humiliating command to lick my feet.
Unlike the meat puppet that moved only according to orders with no will of its own, she carried out her owner’s commands with her own volition and felt happiness in doing so. Noa had realized this act was a chance to display her loyalty and love to me.
Given how materialistic and opportunistic she was, I figured she would notice—and of course she had.
“…Does it taste good? Doesn’t feel dirty?”
“Slurp, how could it possibly?! There is no impurity on your noble body…♡ Master’s sweat, your dirt… everything you grant me is the finest delicacy.”
Noa rubbed her cheek against my foot, extended her long tongue, and smiled slyly as it writhed.
“…I am your Saintess. Please command me to do anything… That is my worth, my atonement. Hehe…”
I answered her smile—with which she had regained her sense of usefulness and confidence—with a faint grin of my own. The woman who had once been a deceiving vixen, a cunning fox, became a docile lamb only before me. The considerable thrill that came from that gap was not something I would waste by burning it away with incineration.
Of course, crushing this bitch’s arrogant nose would have been entertaining too, but she had crossed the line far beyond what could be forgiven. She had not only left a deep scar named Jaehyuk inside me, but had even dared to touch Mom and Dad. I could never forgive her. The debt that couldn’t be fully repaid even by the annihilation of her soul would be collected from the body that remained.
I looked down at Hana’s empty shell as she licked my foot with her emerald-colored tongue, the corners of her mouth twitching.
“…Noa, you know what brand of cigarettes I smoke, right? Go to the convenience store up front and buy a pack of condoms and a carton of cigarettes.”
“Yes, with pleasure!”
“Oh, and take off your panties and bra first. Wear only the shirt with nothing underneath.”
“….Yesss♡”
Smiling brightly, Noa slipped her hands under her clothes, stripped off her bra and panties, and tossed them aside. She grabbed her wallet and left, the faint pink of her nipples faintly visible through the white shirt.
“…Now I can focus solely on you.”
“…Chuuup, smack… Slurrrp, mmm………”
I shoved Hana’s shoulder with my other foot while she continued clinging to my foot and working her tongue. She toppled backward with a loud thud, but without so much as a frown she crawled right back beneath me.
“….Gluck, smooch, slurp…”
And then, as if nothing had happened, she began licking the foot of the man who had just kicked her. The sight drove home once again that there was no soul left in the woman before my eyes. If I didn’t give her separate commands, this body would probably keep licking my feet until the day it died.
“That’s enough.”
“Shlurp………………”
I pointed at my cock as her tongue, which had been wriggling between my toes, finally stopped.
“Feet are done. Now suck this instead.”
“…………”
Without a verbal reply or even a nod, Hana rose onto her knees. Even with my cock dangling right in front of her nose, her face remained utterly expressionless as she opened her mouth wide.
“Haup.”
The moment her glossy lips sealed around the glans, warmth enveloped my cock. The Saintess-modified body certainly moved on instinct, pressing her tongue to the head, but it didn’t move further. The living doll didn’t look up at me; she simply fixed her gaze on the base of my cock. Did she truly not move at all without explicit orders?
It was convenient to have a doll that obeyed without question, but this felt a little tedious.
“What are you waiting for? Suck it.”
“….Chuuup, smack…”
Hmm. She did move once I gave the order, but it was somehow lukewarm. Two tentacles as thick as her tongue and covered in bumpy protrusions wrapped around my length and felt good, yet the motion was too slow. Her technique was far stiffer and more mechanical than even the puppet Noa’s. It wasn’t bad in its own way… but I felt like there had to be something better.
“Ah! Hana, what you’re sucking right now is ‘Miss Harumu.’ Apparently Miss likes her service a lot more vulgar?”
“…………”
Even without a soul, the brain and memories left in the body hadn’t vanished. If I made use of the memories of the woman who had been fanatically obsessed with ‘Yumekawa Harumu’—
“Slurrrrp!! Chuuup, gulp…!! Chubut, gluuuuck, kaaahhp….!!”
“Whoa, hey…! You little—!!”
The change in Hana was immediate. She pulled out another tentacle from deep in her throat and wrapped my entire cock with it. As if the earlier stillness had been a lie, she began spitting out air and saliva together, producing lewd, wet sounds. Her tongue, replicating the blunt ridges and bumps found inside an onahole or vaginal walls, stroked across the glans and frenulum.
Her lips clung to my cock and stretched obscenely, destroying the once cool and beautiful face of Natsuki Hana. It was too violent, too barbaric—there was even a hint of madness to it.
“Kuh, haaht…!!”
Using the hand I’d rested on my thigh for support, I grabbed Hana’s violently bobbing head and held it firmly in place. I thrust my cock deep into the soulless doll’s esophagus, pouring my lust into that hole that craved life itself.
“Gulp… Gulp… Slurrrrp…”
It felt like my very soul was being sucked out through my urethra along with the cum. Her mouth skills didn’t even reach Noa’s toes, but when it came to the pleasure of climax, Hana’s madness won.
Just what was Yumekawa Harumu to this woman? What the hell could make her go this far…?
I stared into the eyes of the doll who had tightened her lips around me so completely that not a single drop of air could escape, greedily sucking down every spurt of semen.
As expected, those emerald pupils were completely empty, devoid of any will. Even in this state, the instincts remaining in her body still moved for Harumu…
“…What kind of woman is she? I’m getting more and more curious.”
At any rate, I had obtained a very useful puppet named Natsuki Hana. With her, I should be able to approach that Yumekawa Harumu without much trouble.
“…..”
The woman who had snapped my phone in half—the one who kept nagging at the back of my mind. Those gray, cloudy eyes that couldn’t see, acting spoiled like a child. The same faded gray eyes, yet paired with a dignity and maturity that contrasted her youthful appearance. That dual nature kept floating up in my head, lingering like a single photograph before my eyes.
I didn’t know what this curiosity I felt was, or why its target was a Japanese person I had never met before in my life, but—
“…Lie down on the bed and spread your pussy. I was planning to use your asshole too, but… that might be too much for today, huh? I’ll take my time developing that hole slowly later, so look forward to it.”
“…………”
For now, the new toy came first. There was still a long way to go before I collected every last debt Natsuki Hana owed me.
Without a word, semen still clinging to the corners of her mouth, Hana flopped onto her back on the bed. I climbed on top of her, slipped a finger into the already soaking slit, stirred it around a little, then pressed my glans against the emerald-colored meat hole that kept spitting out mucus and slowly pushed my hips forward.
“……….”
The pussy of a woman who had never known a man had already been remade into a Saintess’s greedy hole that devoured its owner’s cock. Still, as I forced my way through the resistant folds and reached the deepest part, Natsuki Hana did not cry.
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