Surrender in the Boutique
I've seen stores like this in dramas before. The kind where bored upper-class ladies pop in for fun, right?
As if to confirm I wasn't wrong, inside the shop were elegantly dressed women flanked by attentive staff waiting on them hand and foot. You actually go to places like this? An instinctive aversion washed over me. Part of it was because it was a women's clothing store, but mostly, anything that screamed this expensive just repelled me. To someone like me, who'd lived her whole life with a working-class mindset, shops like this were nothing but a waste of money—nothing more, nothing less.
But before I could show any sign of resistance to Taeyang, he grabbed my hand and pushed open the door. The chime tinkled as several staff members approached with polite bows.
"Welcome, ma'am."
The employees greeted us courteously, and they were pretty—though not quite on my level, their figures were still impressive. In service jobs like this, looks probably mattered, so it made sense.
They glanced at me and Taeyang, and it seemed like they quickly figured out our relationship. Probably assuming we were lovers. It was a huge misunderstanding, but I didn't feel the need to correct them, so I let it slide.
"Pick out some clothes that'd suit her. She has no eye for fashion."
"Yes, sir."
With that, Taeyang plopped down on the nearby sofa. A staff member swiftly brought over a suitable cup of coffee. As I stared blankly at the scene, one of them called out to me.
"Ma'am, shall we go look at some outfits?"
"Ah, yeah."
Taeyang waved at me with a grin, like have fun. Whatever. First time picking women's clothes. Of course, with staff helping, I wouldn't really be choosing, but still... it felt like something about me was off.
My head spun again, and I naturally swallowed down some semen.
"Ngh..."
This time, Taeyang didn't notice, so the rotor didn't activate. Even so, just the smell and taste of the semen made my nipples throb and my lower belly ache with need.
This feels like I'm being trained or something. Not that drinking semen was training, of course.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The staff member next to me looked at me with concern. I knew it was the capitalist gaze, but it didn't feel bad.
...No, wait. Scratch that. It does feel bad.
"Ma'am, how about this one..."
"Or maybe this..."
"This dress would look great because..."
I'm exhausted. Apparently, turning into a woman didn't make me enjoy shopping. My ex used to say I'd get it once I became one, but she was wrong.
The staff were too enthusiastic. I couldn't complain—they were polite and just doing their jobs diligently. Saying anything would make me the crazy customer.
"Haa..."
I took a safe-looking outfit and headed to the fitting room, gulping down more semen. The straw scraped the bottom—almost empty now. I popped the lid to check; yeah, just a little left.
Should I get a refill...
I set the cup down and stripped off my clothes to try on the new ones. Naked, my nipples were stiff to the point of pain, my clit swollen to a size I'd never seen, pussy drooling love juice nonstop. And the rotor wasn't even on.
Drinking semen definitely made me feel good, but... this was troublesome. Didn't this make me a total perverted bitch in heat?
...But if I'm gonna be a sex processor anyway, maybe being a horny slut is better?
"Ugh, whatever."
Better to get dressed first and think later. I examined the outfit: a neat knit top and skirt. No underwear, naturally.
"These are gonna get soaked again..."
I grumbled but started putting them on anyway. They say fashion's ultimate accessory is the face, and it fit perfectly—not a bad cut at all. It was so flawless, all anyone could say was perfect.
"Wow, it suits you so well!"
Stepping out fully dressed, the staff gushed in genuine surprise. Honestly, even I was shocked. I hadn't expected this much.
"Ah, yeah. I'll take this one then..."
"No, your boyfriend already bought everything you've tried on."
"Huh? Why?"
"He said you'd look pretty in all of them, so why not buy the lot? He must really like you."
The staff eyed me with sincere envy.
"Ah, y-yeah..."
Then why make me try them on? Dazed, I headed to the entrance and spotted Taeyang on the sofa. He noticed me right away, grinning and waving.
"Whoa, looks amazing on you."
"R-really?"
"Shall we go?"
"Y-yeah..."
Taeyang wrapped an arm around my waist. What the hell, this guy... But I didn't push him away. He'd bought me clothes, helped me out a ton. And above all... his scent... it felt... kinda good. Fuck, why am I like this? I knew it was wrong, but I kept sniffing him involuntarily. Getting turned on by a guy's smell? That's not right.
Outside, more eyes than expected turned our way—mostly on me. Yeah, I looked good. Even in another guy's arms, the stares followed.
"You okay?"
"Yeah..."
Looking up at Taeyang peering down at me, my heart pounded. Fuck, fuck... I tried to calm it, but his scent seemed to intensify, my face flushing hot.
No, no. This is strictly business. I'm not into Taeyang—it's just my body, prepped to be his personal cock hole, fooling itself. Don't get it twisted, body. This isn't love. You're just supposed to drool pussy juice while he pounds you with that superior dick. I'm not liking him or anything. This line of thinking is absolutely off-limits. Like how an onahole can't love its owner, I can't dare love Taeyang. It'd be an insult to him.
So I'm trying so hard not to think that way, and then...
"Your face is super red. You sure you're okay?"
...Why do you keep confusing me?
"Y-you..."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you... keep doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Why do you keep... making me confused!"
I yelled, and I felt surrounding people staring. Taeyang looked flustered, glancing around. Then he saw my face, sensed something was wrong, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to a secluded alley.
"What're you talking about?"
Dark alley, no one around. Better. Here, I could spill everything.
"What? You seriously don't know?"
Taeyang looked genuinely puzzled.
"You keep being so nice to me. Buying me these clothes, making it so I feel good just from drinking your semen...!"
His expression twisted, like he was trying to figure out what I meant. Then, after a moment, realization dawned, and he stared at me with an unreadable smile—laughing? Crying?
"...And?"
His voice trembled.
"And turning me into a pathetic premature pussy that squirts nonstop from a single touch, shattering my normal life to make me think of nothing but your cock...!"
"Pfft, heh... kkh, and?"
"And making me suck that amazing dick, treating me like a convenient portable fuckhole you can use anywhere... of course I'm gonna get confused...!"
My voice shook now too.
"Kh, heh, hngh... s-so that's it?"
I wasn't a real woman, but I could tell. Taeyang was dead serious about turning me into a brainless masochistic slut obsessed with his dick. The kind who'd happily obey any order... And realizing that...
Of course I'd fall for him. His sincerity hit me, and without thinking, I opened my heart.
At first, I was wary. A bad guy with a hypnosis app. That was my initial impression of Jung Taeyang. But now I knew. He was genuine. He truly wanted to break me, make me ridiculous. Once you realize that...
You can't run away.
"Please, please—make me your master's fuckhole..."
I dropped to my knees at his feet, begging. To make me his fuckhole. To ruin me so badly I couldn't escape even if I changed my mind later.
"Pfft, kh, hngh, haa, hah... gonna die laughing..."
Taeyang seemed torn. No wonder—it wasn't easy. Ruining someone's life, dooming them... who could do that lightly? Maybe I was asking too much.
But...
"Wanna hit a motel? I'll make sure you can't run even if you hate it later."
He didn't refuse.