First Date with a Dildo Stuffed in My Pussy—That's Just Common Sense, Right? -One Day Before the Prologue
Hello! My name is Lee Seoyeon. I'm a 20-year-old aspiring idol and a former man-hating feminist, but as of yesterday, I've been reborn.
Embarrassing as it is, after 20 years of living, I finally learned the reason I was born yesterday. It's to submit to my Master.
I finally got to meet my Master.
Why didn't I realize it until now? To let me know I'm his slave, my Master personally broke through my hymen last night and filled my womb to the brim with his semen. I hope the sperm he shot into me yesterday meets my egg and lets me bear his child.
I'm Master's slave number two. It's a shame, but number one is my mom. Hiiiing~ I wanted to be first, that's so unfair.
But since she's my mom, I can yield to her. Still, my love for Master is real, so I'll do my absolute best to be the one he chooses.
I... I can't let a bitch like me monopolize Master's love. Unlike Mom, I'm 20 years old, and Master personally took my vir-gin-i-ty. Mom's loose pussy can't beat mine.
Eh? What do you mean "that guy"? Don't call him "that guy." He's my Master. His name is Han Seong-tae. I love you, Master!
Yes? You ask what I love most about Master?
I love Master's huge, long cock the most. Heehee~
I think I'll talk about my first date with Master today.
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Today was Sunday, so Master invited me to go on a date together.
Since Master is still a student without much money, he ordered Mom to withdraw 5 million won from her bank account and hand it over to him. She saw us off, telling him to have a good time.
Mom looked devastated, but offering money to Master as his slave is only natural. She was sad because I got to monopolize him for the date.
I stuck my tongue out at Mom in victory and linked arms with Master as we left the house.
As we headed out, Master ordered Mom to masturbate so she wouldn't feel lonely. How merciful and kind of him.
I rode the subway with Master.
I used to get groped by perverts on the subway back in the day.
That made my hatred for men even worse, but I don't know why I felt that way then.
Isn't it obvious for a bitch like me to submit to Master? I'm not interested in any other males besides him, though.
Even though it was Sunday, the train car was packed. Master slipped his hand under my skirt, groped my ass, then pushed it inside my panties.
Haang~ I love Master's touch.
I almost moaned right there in the train. That's how good his touch feels, heehee~
I've always hated men, so I've never even felt romantic emotions before. This is my first date.
But this isn't romance. Romance is between equals, right?
Master is a person, and I'm a lowly slave bitch—how could that even be possible? Still, I want to get pregnant with Master's child.
Stopping by an adult toy shop as our first-date course was the best choice ever.
I'd heard normal first dates go to pasta places, movie theaters, or aquariums, but Master is special, as expected.
The adult toy shop I visited for the first time was full of all sorts of products—it was so embarrassing.
Master used the money from Mom to buy lots of training toys and cosplay outfits for us.
I'd always been dissatisfied that a bitch like me didn't have a tail, but Master bought me a dog tail plug to insert in my anus as a gift. Now I have a tail!
Yes? Isn't the anus kinda dirty?
Huh... yeah, it is. But if Master wants it, I'm ready to do anything.
After all, I offered him my virginity. Just thinking about yesterday still makes me blush. Why did I ever curse at Master? I'm still reflecting on it a lot...
I went to the bathroom and inserted two rotors Master gifted me into my pussy. As we walked down a crowded street, Master turned them on with the switch, and I collapsed right there.
Master calmly asked if I was okay, pretending nothing was wrong. I said I was fine and forced myself to stand and keep walking.
I'd worn pretty heels, and my hands were full of bags stuffed with our new toys, so every time Master ramped up the rotors, it was so hard to keep my balance.
I regretted not wearing sneakers.
Every time he turned them on, liquid gushed out like I was peeing, soaking my panties and running down my thighs—I had to keep wiping with tissues.
Eventually, Master forgot to turn them off, and I came messily right on the street, squirting and collapsing again.
While this lewd bitch was squatting on the sidewalk wiping up, passersby stared. Master kindly took me to a bathroom, held my bags, and waited outside the door.
I wiped as best I could, but my panties were too soaked, so I changed into the slutty new ones from the shop and came out.
I kept apologizing to Master for cumming from rotors instead of his cock. He was smiling happily, so that made me happy too.
On our walk, we stopped at a tanghulu stand.
Master picked shine muscat grapes; I chose strawberries. He crunched one sugar-coated grape in his mouth and fed it to me directly.
Our tongues mingled with the sweet, tingling taste. We passed sugar-coated strawberries and grapes back and forth with our tongues, losing track of time.
Oh, come to think of it—this was my first real kiss in life. I did kiss his cock yesterday, but lips are a first.
I felt like I'd licked and sucked something huge like a tanghulu skewer. Maybe the clerk forgot the sugar? It wasn't sweet, so I almost bit down with my teeth and got scolded big time by Master.
As punishment, he told me to replace the rotors with a huge dildo.
The slutty panties I'd just put on had a hole, so I could insert the dildo straight into my pussy. Did Master plan this? He's so thoughtful, even for a slave's minor inconveniences.
And so, with an innocent expression, I strutted down the street with a lewd dildo stuffed inside. I clenched my thighs tight so it wouldn't slip out—it was exhausting.
The dildo felt amazing even while walking, but the skirt and heels were the worst combo. Wind kept threatening to flip my skirt and expose me; I was constantly fixing it, totally worn out.
Still, whenever we climbed stairs or escalators, Master stuck close behind, blocking the view. I'm so grateful.
Anyone who saw would think I was a total pervert headed for public indecency charges.
Actually... deep down, maybe I wanted someone to see. Do I have exhibitionist tendencies?
Master was in a great mood today and took me to a restaurant he'd reserved for dinner as a reward.
Carrot and stick, perfectly balanced. The "punishment" dildo felt too good to be punishment—it was a reward. Even Master doesn't know everything, huh.
It was my first time in such a fancy restaurant, and Master was excited like a kid. The elegant place had round tables with white tablecloths spaced far apart.
The waiter showed us to our seats, but Master asked if the secluded corner by the window was okay. We sat there.
I was glad I'd dressed up pretty for once. Turns out Master had worn a shirt and blazer for a reason too.
Though I'd seen him naked from our first meeting. Master plans everything.
The menu was full of incomprehensible names. Master scanned it expertly and ordered from the waiter.
"Yes, excellent choices. Wine pairing?" The waiter asked, and Master requested the wine list.
He flipped through the huge book-like list and ordered several.
The sommelier praised each as "outstanding" or "last bottle." Master knows his wine too— so cool...
From the appetizers, every new flavor made me so happy.
Wines paired perfectly with each course, as Master selected.
The sommelier must've known he's my Master—he always poured Master's glass first.
Master wouldn't drink right away; he'd sniff deeply, swirl, sip, and nod before the sommelier filled mine.
Did the sommelier know I'm a slave? Was it that obvious?
New to this, I swirled mine like him, nodded toward an empty spot, and Master burst out laughing.
As we ate and drank, I needed the bathroom, but the dildo was still in. I asked what to do.
He'd forgotten and told me to take it out now. Finally, I could go. I fixed my makeup in the mirror too—Mom had taught me in a rush.
Coming back, my chair had leaked slutty fluids everywhere, but staff must've thought it was spilled water and cleaned it.
Tipsy and happy during dinner, Master asked about my goals and dreams for the first time.
Idol training was Mom's dream, but I started enjoying it and wanted to live up to expectations—though it wasn't going well. I told him that.
Master pondered, then gave some orders. Drunk, I don't remember them clearly.
The fancy place served courses slowly, making dinner long, but we talked a lot, so I was thrilled.
When the sommelier poured the wine for the main steak, they chatted with Master.
He said he'd poured this wine many times, but never for young students like us—fussing excitedly. Master is amazing.
Nosy, the sommelier asked what he does. Master said casual coin trading, but it was really Mom's money. I'll tell her he was pleased—she'll love it.
Tipsy himself, Master geeked out that our wines were super expensive—he'd always wanted to try them.
"Last bottle" 5th Château Margaux? something from Bordeaux, France? Hemingway? I didn't understand a word.
The steak was delicious, but something was missing. I remembered the semen topping Master sprayed on my breakfast.
Mixed with gravy, it'd be perfect, but I couldn't ask first, so I held back.
Just sharing a table and facing him was blessing enough.
Finally, sorbet dessert arrived.
Master said it was last and checked no one was looking, then ordered me under the table with its white cloth.
He lifted the cloth, draped a napkin, dropped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Realizing what it meant, I opened my throat wide and sucked him deep. I'd craved semen all night—Master knew.
Tipsy, he swelled fast. He gripped my pigtails like handles, yanked hard, and came down my throat. It hurt, but I didn't care. I was grateful just to be used.
Gulp, gulp.
I climbed back casually, showed him my open mouth with leftovers swallowed, then drizzled it on my sorbet. No one noticed.
Semen full of Master's love tasted better than fancy wines or steaks.
After paying, we left—it was night. We taxied home.
Opening our 1501 door, Mom was collapsed in the hallway, panting in a puddle of what looked like squirt.
Master's morning order to masturbate while we were gone—she'd done it all day. His commands are absolute.
Master apologized for not setting a time limit—his mistake. He's so caring, even apologizing to a slave. But doesn't he know we're happy just obeying?
Mom's face after cumming all day looked blissful. I couldn't understand. If Master ordered me, I'd masturbate happily all day waiting.
He ordered me to care for Mom: give her water, undress, shower her, dry her hair, tuck her in bed, clean the floor.
I left our bags in the living room, hydrated exhausted Mom, stripped her, washed and dried her in the shower, put her to bed, mopped up.
Then I went to Master.
And confessed my honest feelings.
"Master... thank you for the date today. For buying me the dog tail and all those things, for letting me cum on the street with rotors and the dildo, for the amazing restaurant food, for strolling the night streets together."
"So, Master, maybe..."
Master listened quietly.
Blushing, I confessed.
"I... I love you. I really love you, Master!"
"Why am I only second? I always want to be your first."
Master thought a moment, then said,
"Yeah? Hmm, then how about you become my human toilet number one?"
My first confession of true love to a man, and Master accepted right away—I was overjoyed.
Now I'm not his girlfriend—I'm Master's official human toilet number one.
So happy~
Master taught me the mindset and behavior for being a human toilet, then passed out drunk.
I slept beside him. I'll remember everything he taught.
Am I not human anymore—just a human toilet?
Seoyeon's first "normal" date... ends like this...?
Ends?
Is this really the end...?
What does "human toilet" really mean, still unrevealed???
The hidden truth of that day is...