A Broken Doll's Reunion
Rustle, snap...
Yuna began stripping my clothes off, one by one.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
It was surreal enough that she had moved into Yuna's Room next door, but for her to be masturbating while crying out my name, only to suddenly pounce on me and start tearing my clothes off...
The Yuna before me now was neither the dazzling idol on TV nor the confident goddess from our college days.
Her hair was a tangled mess.
Faint dark circles shadowed the skin beneath her eyes.
An indefinable, hollow aura hung around her.
She looked like a broken doll, crushed under the weight of something unseen.
The chaotic state of her room, with unpacked boxes and belongings strewn everywhere, only amplified the jarring sense of wrongness.
"Yuna!" I called out, snapping out of my daze as she worked on unbuttoning my pants.
"What is it~?" Yuna asked with an innocent smile, tugging at my waistband.
Yet her eyes remained locked onto my lower half, and her hands showed no sign of stopping.
"Wait, let's talk for a—"
"Mmh, I'm listening. Go ahead."
She was already trying to drag down my underwear.
"Yuna!!" Startled, I bolted upright, grabbing her shoulders firmly and raising my voice.
Only then did her busy hands freeze.
The moment she looked up and our eyes met, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
Her eyes were like hollow glass beads, completely devoid of emotion.
A dangerous instability, as if a vital screw had come loose inside her head, flickered deep within them.
"What's wrong, Dohun?"
"C-Calm down first, and tell me what the hell is going on here."
Yuna stared at me blankly for a moment, then beamed.
"I was surprised too. Honestly, even now, it feels like a dream... No, I'm sure it is. I never imagined I'd run into you in a run-down neighborhood like this, where I came to hide from everyone."
She traced her finger down my chest, murmuring softly.
"I thought about you every single night..."
"...What?"
"I kept masturbating, playing back everything we used to do in bed over and over in my head."
The shocking confession left me speechless.
Those wet, sticky groans that had echoed through the wall for two straight hours.
The owner of the voice that had cried out my name in desperation had truly been reaching climax while fantasizing about me.
It made no sense.
She was the one who had ghosted me, unilaterally throwing our relationship away.
So why was she still clinging to my memory now, using me to comfort herself?
Just as I was trying to organize the flood of questions in my mind—
Yuna wrapped both arms tightly around my neck.
Her soft cheek pressed against my ear, her trembling breath tickling my eardrum.
"Don't ask me anything right now. Just... can't we do it like we used to? Please..."
Her voice was incredibly low, laced with a fragile mix of sorrow and self-deprecation.
"If we don't, I feel like... I'm really going to lose my mind."
I couldn't find any words to answer her hollow plea.
While I hesitated, Yuna gently pushed my chest, forcing me back down onto the floor.
Then, in one swift motion, she yanked my pants and underwear down past my ankles.
"Ugh!"
In that instant, my semi-erect shaft sprang free, greeted by a sudden rush of cool air.
Yuna stared down at it as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Ha... haha!"
Her body trembled before she let out a manic, breathless laugh.
"The cock I've been dreaming about every night is right here in front of me...! I'm so happy right now...!!"
Yuna whispered, her fingers gently tracing the shaft of my member.
Seeing how fragile she was—like she might shatter at any moment—I decided to keep quiet and just watch how things played out.
"We were so good back then, weren't we? We were so incredibly happy... but now..."
Yuna self-deprecatingly murmured in a dark, heavy voice. She wrapped her palm around my penis and began to stroke it slowly up and down.
"Ngh...!"
Her touch was soft and warm.
It was the familiar touch of my ex-girlfriend, the exact way she used to stroke me.
Combined with the sheer taboo of knowing the woman before me was Yu Sia, the idol adored by millions, the thrill was overwhelming.
My half-erect shaft began to swell rapidly, engorging with blood.
Seeing my reaction, Yuna's eyes curved into a seductive smile.
"Fufu, does it feel good, Dohun? Or are you remembering the old days?"
She whispered, lightly teasing the tip of my glans with her finger.
"After the first time we slept together, I worked so hard to get your praise, doing it just like this."
She leaned down.
Her luscious black hair spilled over my thighs.
The tickling sensation against my skin sent a wave of raw arousal through me.
"And this... I did this for the first time with you, too... *Slurp*—"
Yuna parted her pale pink lips and carefully took my shaft into her mouth.
"Ngh...!?"
A groan escaped my throat involuntarily.
Her soft tongue persistently licked the ridges of my glans, while the hot roof of her mouth squeezed my shaft.
Memories of her past self overlapped—back when she was inexperienced, clumsily scraping her teeth against me as she sucked.
But her mouthwork now was incomparably more explicit and depraved.
"*Suck, slurp...*"
The wet, sloppy sounds of saliva filled the room.
Yuna looked up at me, her eyes curved in a sultry, bedroom gaze.
Under the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of her mouth, the tangled questions in my head instantly melted away.
My hips twitched upward of their own accord in response to her lewd oral service.
Once my cock had fully engorged, veins bulging as if it were about to burst, she slowly pulled her mouth away.
"Hehe... it got so big. This is it... This is the Dohun I know."
She giggled, staring at my shaft glistening with her saliva.
I can't take this anymore...!
The seductive smile of the gorgeous woman tempting me right before my eyes.
On top of that, my desires had been bottled up to their absolute limit due to my stressful corporate life.
There was no way I could maintain my sanity and hold back.
I bolted up, grabbed Yuna by the shoulders, and pinned her to the floor.
Startled by the sudden reversal of positions, she looked up at me with wide eyes.
For a split second, focus returned to her vacant eyes, and a deep flush spread across her cheeks.
"*Pant... pant...*"
I paused for a moment, breathing heavily.
But as if reading my hesitation, Yuna reached up and gently cupped my cheeks.
"Do it... like we used to... Make me forget everything else. Make me only think of you... Please..."
Yuna pleaded with a faint smile.
It was a desperately sad, pitiful smile.
The moment I saw that fragile expression, the last thread of my sanity snapped.
I quickly wedged myself between her thighs.
Thanks to her two-hour solo session, her pale pink entrance was already overflowing with clear, slick arousal.
Without needing any lube, I plunged my cock deep inside her in one swift thrust.
Squish!
"Ahhhhhh----!!!!"
At the ecstatic reunion of our flesh, a piercing, high-pitched moan ripped from Yuna's throat.
Her tight, burning walls clamped down on my shaft as if trying to swallow it whole.
Ngh!
It had been so long since I'd been inside a woman.
I almost blew my load the second I entered her.
I took a brief moment to catch my breath and steady myself, then braced my hips and began to pump ruthlessly.
*Squelch! Squish! Squish!...*
The slapping of flesh against flesh and the wet, messy sounds of friction tangled in the air.
Her heavy breasts bounced wildly up and down in sync with my violent thrusts.
"Ahhh--!! Dohun! Dohun-ah, ah--!! It feels too good...!!"
The familiar, sorely missed nasal whimpers of my ex-girlfriend filled the room.
Drowned in pleasure, trembling beneath me, she was no longer an idol or a college goddess.
She was just a female in heat, panting and writhing to match my cock.
If she still felt this much pleasure from my touch, why on earth had she broken up with me?
The questions began to pile up, but they were quickly swept away by a tidal wave of pure ecstasy.
The tight, gripping walls of my ex-girlfriend, tasted again after years of deprivation.
A breathtakingly beautiful body, desperately craving me.
Dripping with sweat, I hammered into her like a wild beast.
*Splat! Splat!...*
"I-I'm going to cum----!!!!"
Yuna's screams grew louder as her body began to spasm.
At the same time, an explosive urge to ejaculate surged in my lower abdomen.
Panicking, I tried to pull out, but Yuna locked her legs tightly around my waist.
"No! Don't pull out! Keep going--!!"
"But...!"
"It's fine! Today is my Safe Day! Just cum inside me! Please...!"
Yuna wrapped her hands around my neck, begging desperately.
Unable to resist her intense plea any longer, I buried my shaft deep against her cervix and let go.
*Spurt!!!*
"Nghhh!!"
Like a dam bursting, a thick, hot torrent flooded deep inside Yuna.
"Ahhhhh----!!!!"
A tearful scream erupted from Yuna's lips.
At the same time, her hips arched violently as her entire body shuddered, seized by a crushing, powerful climax.
"Haa... haa..."
Gasping for air, I collapsed on top of her.
For a long time, we lay there trembling, feeling each other's racing heartbeats as the aftershocks washed over us.
It felt like a dream.
Honestly... it didn't feel real at all.
"Ah... mnh..."
I held Yuna close as she let out occasional, quiet whimpers in my arms, lost in my thoughts.
Once our breathing finally slowed, I slowly pulled my hips back, withdrawing from her.
*Schlich...*
With a wet, obscene sound, my cock slipped out, and a thick stream of white semen began to trickle down from her entrance.
The naked woman sprawled on the floor was the most popular idol in the entertainment industry.
That exalted, untouchable figure now lay with her face completely melted by pleasure.
Having been thoroughly fucked by my cock, holding my semen deep inside her womb.
The innocent, pure image she projected on stage to millions of fans felt like an absolute lie.
I stared down at her, dazed by the jarring disconnect of reality.
"Yes, this is it..."
Shivering from the lingering afterglow, Yuna muttered like someone possessed.
"It feels so good... the best... I missed this feeling so much... Dohun's cock..."
Her incoherent mumbling slowly brought my rationality back to the surface.
How... how am I supposed to clean up this mess?
As I racked my brain, I reached down to pick up my pants from the floor.
"Huh!?"
Yuna suddenly sat up, shoved me back down onto the floor, and pinned me.
In an instant, she straddled my thighs once more.
Her cheeks were still flushed red with the heat of our passion.
Placing both hands on my chest, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
Then, with a hollow yet eerily ecstatic smile, she whispered:
"This time, I'll do it."
Lifting her hips, Yuna aligned my shaft with her opening—already messy with my semen—and began to slide down.
"Just lie there and don't do anything. I'll take care of everything."
I still couldn't understand her actions.
I had no idea how things had even escalated to this point.
But one thing was absolutely certain.
If I didn't go along with her right now, there was no telling what she might do.
And—
The gaze looking down at me was utterly consumed by a dark, bottomless lust for me.
And so, this night would inevitably dissolve into an endless, repeating cycle of carnal sin.