The Fitting Room
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir?"
Before long the saleswoman returned carrying a few outfits, nothing unusual about it — and I felt a flicker of disappointment.
…Disappointment?
I think I've finally lost my mind.
What on earth was I expecting…
When the memory surfaced of the demon devouring Silbi's existence from inside the television, I shook my head inwardly and tried to set my thoughts straight. The demon had stayed glued to my side the entire time the saleswoman was away — there would have been no time to do anything.
"Would you like to try them on inside?"
Even kinder than before, the saleswoman gestured toward the fitting room.
"Thank you."
Taking the clothes she handed me, I stepped into a fitting room that felt almost too spacious for one person.
As I entered, I stole a glance at Jia — and felt a strange unease at the sight of her waving a hand with a little smile, as if to say, go on, I'll be right here.
"Sir, if you don't mind, would you like some help with the outfit?"
I was nearly dressed, standing before the mirror inside the fitting room and fussing with the fit, when the saleswoman's voice came from outside.
"Sorry? Oh — yes…"
It struck me as odd that a saleswoman would come inside the fitting room just to help someone change… but this was an expensive boutique, so I let it slide.
"Oh my, it suits you so well! Although… your trousers are a little rumpled. Let me straighten them for you."
Beaming, she complimented my appearance and then knelt gracefully before me, beginning to smooth out the creases in my pants.
Small as it was, it was still a fitting room, and naturally the two of us ended up pressed close together. And as she lowered herself to her knees to fix the fabric, her face came to rest right near my crotch — I could feel her breath seeping in.
Sliiick…
Her hand glided up my thigh like water.
It was supposed to be a hand smoothing my clothes, but the touch was seductive, languorous — the touch of a woman coaxing a man.
A confined space, just the two of us, bodies close.
Hands lingering around my most sensitive parts, her face hovering a breath away from my groin.
Warm breath spilling out and sinking into the fabric of my trousers.
All of it was more than enough to stoke arousal, and like the most natural thing in the world, that place began to swell — leaving me at a loss.
"Um…"
"Please bear with me just a little longer, sir. We're almost done."
Just as I opened my mouth to ask her to stop before things became embarrassing, she cut me off — soft, but firm.
Now her hands were gliding between my legs, still ostensibly straightening my clothes.
Under that stimulating touch, the bulge below finally grew noticeable enough to see, and the moment she spotted it, her hands went still.
For an instant her eyes widened at what had grown, then slowly narrowed and lifted upward.
"Sir… did I… do this? Did I make you this hard?"
Meeting my downward gaze, her lips curved into a double-edged smile — apologetic on the surface, and beneath it, something lewd.
"No… that is… I mean…"
"You don't need to apologize, sir. It's my fault. …You look like you're suffering terribly. I'm so sorry. Would you permit me to atone — to beg forgiveness for what I've done to you?"
Her voice was soft as silk, her hand still caressing my thigh like a seduction — but her eyes looked utterly hollow. Empty.
Those vacant eyes reminded me of Seohyun, and made me realize that something about this situation was deeply wrong.
"Oppa, do the clothes fit?"
A section of the curtain shielding the fitting room was suddenly drawn aside, and Jia poked just her face in to ask — I nearly jumped out of my skin.
But then, seeing her notice the saleswoman kneeling at my feet, still stroking my thigh, and simply curve her lips into a mischievous smile as if nothing were amiss — I understood exactly what was going on.
"Don't worry, my love. Once you've enjoyed that human woman to the fullest, I'll erase her memory of everything that happened today. You can make all the noise you want — the outside doesn't matter. Right now, inside this shop, there's only you, me, and this human woman."
The demon, reading my thoughts as usual, spoke in a voice meant to soothe.
The memory-erasing startled me, but recalling a power that could kill and resurrect others at will — even stealing their very existence — made it easy to accept.
Through the gap in the curtain I could see no one in the shop, and the sounds within had gone utterly silent. As I finished dressing, I realized the demon had taken some kind of measure.
It made me uneasy, not knowing what that measure was — but just as she had brought Silbi, an idol, back into this world, I found myself certain that the demon could undo anything, effortlessly, as if it had never happened.
"You… don't like it?"
The demon's smile drained away, her chin tucking in as she rolled her eyes up at me, furtive and servile, asking with careful hesitation.
Her eyes trembled visibly with anxiety, terrified she might have crossed some line and upset me.
"No… I…"
Feeling my heart pounding like mad, I fell into conflict.
A decadent thrill ran through me, like a man on the verge of committing a crime — and at the same time, the guilt in some corner of my heart began to scream.
No.
You can't just trample someone's personhood and bend them to your will.
Every human being is dignified and equal.
That's what I learned, living in this world, isn't it?
That's what's normal.
Right… this situation is abnormal.
I'm doing things that should never exist, never be done.
But the thinking that had already gone numb through Seohyun made short work of the guilt that rose up.
I already did the unforgivable to Seohyun.
It's still ongoing, even now. What difference does a few more times make?
Do the wrongs I've done just vanish now, at this late hour?
A way of thinking I couldn't have imagined before meeting the demon burrowed into my skull, and my sense of ethics warped a little further.
Perhaps reading something that surfaced on my face, the demon who had been watching me so anxiously, so afraid of being hated, slowly began to smile a wicked smile.
She murmured something incomprehensible — "as expected, little by little…" — and then my little sister stepped into the fitting room, passed the kneeling saleswoman, and came close beside me.
"Oppa, let me fix your jacket for you."
"What… no, that…"
Chuuup♥
"Hk!?"
While the demon, wearing my sister's face, adjusted my collar, a pleasurable pressure rose from below.
When I looked down, the saleswoman had somehow already freed my swollen length from my clothes and was taking it into her mouth.
When our eyes met, she smiled with just the corners of hers — and I understood that she was being puppeteered by the demon.
"Magnificent, my oppa. My very own oppa. Adorable. The sight of you soaked in pleasure is a work of art in itself. …Tighten your mouth more. Make my oppa feel even better."
Jia, who had been gazing at my flushed face with burning eyes, suddenly switched to a voice cold as frost and gave the saleswoman her orders.
Guuuoong♥
"――!?"
The pressure from below intensified at Jia's command, and I let out a silent scream.
"Take it deeper, into your throat. The meaning of your existence is to please my oppa. If you can't even serve as a disposable onahole, you have no worth existing in this world."
The demon, in Jia's voice, kept issuing her frigid commands — imperious and merciless, like a mistress ordering a maid.
The saleswoman obeyed exactly as instructed, constricting her throat to the very limit of what she could bear. Her face flushed crimson, suffused with agony, starved of air — and still she complied.
Jia watched it all with an indifferent, blank face, as if it were only natural, utterly unmoved.
"Shall I make her squeeze tighter, oppa? Or is this about right? The pressure? The temperature?"
Pretending to adjust my jacket, Jia let the fingers resting on my chest circle my nipple, teasing it mercilessly.
The demon, watching me drown in pleasure, melted into a slack, dissolving grin.
"Ahh… I'm happy. Happy. Happy out of my mind♥ I love watching you feel good…"
When something began to show signs of rising, the demon pressed herself tight against me and asked, urgent and breathless.
"Do you want to finish in her throat? Or how about this woman's pussy? Tell me what you want. Quickly, quickly, quickly. I want to make it all come true — everything you want to do…! Everything you desire!!"
Her eyes flew wide open, mad with a craving that devoured my very existence from head to toe, her voice rising as she hungered for my desire.
"Ah… inside…"
The moment I gasped it out, the demon seized the saleswoman by the hair like an object, tore her off me, and slammed her to the floor.
"Spread."
"Yeth, mathter♥"
At the frigid command, the saleswoman hurriedly hiked up her skirt, sprawled onto the floor, and spread her legs wide open toward me.
Her lips glistened with her own arousal, smeared from sucking me, and her neatly combed hair had escaped its pins, tumbling loose across her face.
Seeing those crinkled, smiling eyes and that immaculate outfit reduced to such disheveled ruin sent a shiver crawling up my spine.
Watching something untouchable, something perfectly ordered, come apart — the blood began pounding to its very limit. The sensation of something clean being defiled, made mine, conjured an excitement beyond words and set my heart racing like a madman's.
"Ravage her. Break her. Those things are nothing but tools. Toys — there are humans to spare, more than you could ever use. Don't worry — if she breaks, I'll make you a new one. Whatever you want, of course."
The demon came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and whispered into my ear.
Her hand guided my throbbing cock toward the human spread before me — no, toward the toy — as if showing it where it belonged.
"I love you… oppa♥"
The murmured voice of that being — demon or little sister, I couldn't tell — burned hot against my ear.