The Final Command: Live Freely
Seolhwa blinked at him with a clueless expression. Was this really such a difficult question?
"So, what did you do when you wanted to go first?"
"I just... held back."
"When that happens, guys and girls alike jerk off or whatever, but you held out like a champ."
"Jerk off?"
"You've never?"
"The old man said if I did that, my hole would loosen up and men would lose interest. I was scared I'd get thrown out if my body wasn't appealing anymore, so I couldn't."
Fuck, that goddamn old bastard. Tricking the poor girl like that?
"That's such bullshit, I don't even know where to start calling it out. Whatever—why don't you just try it yourself and see if it loosens or not? Right?"
"Try it... myself?"
"Yeah. I'll check if it gets loose, so go ahead and do it now."
Plus, he'd get to watch Seolhwa prettily stuffing herself—perfect bonus.
He grabbed a bunch of unopened dildos from the closet. Seolhwa stared at him like she'd just spotted a polar bear in the Amazon rainforest. Don't make that face—this situation might seem out of left field, but roll with it.
"Why does the president have stuff like this... in his house?"
Soyoung had bought a ton back when she insisted on showing him her masturbation session. After trying a few, she'd said real dick was better and just milked him for cum before leaving. The useless toys had ended up in the closet, but now they were coming in handy again.
He brushed it off vaguely, picked one of moderate size, and handed it to her. She accepted it politely with both hands, like a king bestowing a holy sword on a hero about to slay the demon lord.
"I don't really know how to use it."
"For starters, slide it in and do some back-and-forth pumping. It's called deep thrusting—push it all the way in and pull it out. Easy, right? But the G-spot's about midway in, so you don't have to go balls-deep every time. When you feel a good spot, just focus there."
"Back-and-forth pumping..."
"Besides in-and-out, you can wiggle or twist it when it hits the G-spot. Or keep it inserted without moving and rub or press your clit—that's supposed to feel intense too."
"How do you know all this so well?"
"When you're around someone who's dead serious about this stuff, you pick it up whether you want to or not. Anyway, that's not the point—you need to get wet first for it to slide in, so let's warm up."
Watching her hesitate, not sure what to do, he remembered what Soyoung had told him.
'Don't just shove it in outta nowhere—who'd like that? Set the mood. Dim lights, mood lamp, slow music... make it so she feels relaxed.'
He flicked on the mood lighting and pulled up a playlist of sultry tracks from his music app to amp up the vibe. Looked decent to him, but the problem was Seolhwa's total unfamiliarity with this setup. She just blinked, waiting for his next instruction.
In a standoff like this, mood was pointless. Time to excite her directly.
He slid her panties down, revealing her prettily parted slit. He teased her outer labia gently, and she twitched, spreading her legs. Growing up in an environment she couldn't refuse, this was automatic for her. Easy to handle, but it felt a bit too much like a love doll.
—Swish, stroke...
She should be moaning by now, but she stayed quiet. Her face was scrunched up, holding back. Guess she wasn't even allowed to moan there either.
"You can moan. Soundproofed room—no one's gonna hear, even if you're loud."
"Nh... B-but..."
This wasn't working. No matter what, she wasn't getting into it. Time to fix that rock-bottom self-esteem first.
He pulled his fingers away, and Seolhwa looked up at him in confusion.
"You've only ever done what that old man told you to, right?"
She nodded silently.
"Never asked for anything or said no?"
"...No."
"That old man who only gave orders is dead now. What are you gonna do?"
"...I don't know."
"Then I'll give orders from now on instead. I'll take care of you."
She pondered for a moment, then nodded. A girl who couldn't do anything alone had no real choice.
"Then here's what you must obey: my first and final command."
"First... final...?"
"Yeah. No more orders after this. This is the last one."
She looked like she'd just gotten a death sentence, shoulders trembling from the shock.
"Th-then... what am I... supposed to...?"
"You! From now on, be free."
"Free...?"
His final command was to live freely.
"Say you're happy if you are, say no if you don't like it. Get mad if something pisses you off, laugh if it feels good—laugh loud. Hungry? Say let's eat. Sleepy? Say you're crashing. That's my last order. Do whatever you want."
She blinked in stunned silence, clearly unprepared. He ranted on about freedom like a madman, whether she was listening or not.
"Want school? I'll get you back in. Make some friends your age. SNS? Go for it. Personal streaming? Sure. You're back in the world—tons to do. Don't hold back, try everything."
He went off like a cult leader possessed, but what Seolhwa really wanted was that.
"...So, if I don't want sex, I can say no?"
"Of course."
"If I say don't let others see it?"
"Obviously."
"If it hurts... can I say don't hit me?"
"Ah... Y-yeah. Of course." That inhuman old fucker even hit her. Piece of shit—rot in hell.
Oh, right—he already is.
—Hic, sob... waaah.
Tears rolling down her cheeks turned into full sobs. Seolhwa shook like a marionette with cut strings, crying and crying. This was her first emotional outburst since gaining freedom.
"Feeling better now?"
"Hic... S-sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for, but crying that hard can mess with your breathing. Pull yourself together now."
"Yes. I'm okay now. Thank you."
Still a polite girl. But the mood had killed the masturbation lesson midway—serious turn not helping. Wrong day for this.
"Alright. You must be wiped from crying, so wash your face and—"
"Aren't we doing it?"
Huh?
"You said you'd teach me masturbation."
"Yeah, but the vibe right now..."
"I want to learn masturbation from you, President."
Seolhwa made her first demand. Couldn't let this timing slip.
"R-right. Let's keep going then."
She picked up the dildo she'd accepted so politely before.
"From now on, I'll think of this as you, President."
Why was she so dead serious again?
—Lick, slurp...
She started gently licking the shaft. Smart—lube it up so it doesn't chafe going in. He hadn't taught her, but she figured it out. Fine, he'd get her wet too.
He stroked her plump mound, teasing toward her outer and inner labia. Wrapping his cock in this would be heaven, but this was masturbation practice—he'd hold back. Instead, his golden fingers would send her off properly.
—Squish, slurp, squelch...
"Hnnngh... Hnnh, huuu, nnh, nnh, there... fuuut!"
Even one finger got intense reactions. He slyly added more, hitting G-spot and clit at once. No holding back moans this time—the room heated with excitement. He'd thought her pussy was legendary just from looks, but her voice was too. Today, even his ears were feasting.
"Haaut... There, hn, weird... huuuuu, P-President. Deeper... haaaang!"
Her pussy clenched and relaxed in time with his fingers. The vaginal folds stimulated like living things. He desperately wanted to thrust in, but yielded to the dildo for now.
"Okay, now insert it. Back-and-forth like I taught you."
"Haang... Can't you put it in, President?"
That moist gaze and sultry voice hit like a truck. What man could refuse?
—Squelch, slurp...
The soaked entrance swallowed the dildo like it was hers. He eased it in slow, gauging the G-spot, then circled gently. Seolhwa bucked like she'd been shocked, expressing arousal with her whole body. Fresh as a just-caught fish. Fuck, this is hot.
"Ang, ang, ang, aak! Wh-what do I do? Haauk, too... good. Haaaang!"
Her juices dripped down the shaft. Her moans, an octave higher, filled the room. Just fingering felt like insertion-level thrill wrapping his body. Matching her frenzy, his dildo pumping sped up way faster than before.
"Kyaang, haaut, aaaak! P-President. I-I'm... weird, so weird. Aak, haak... haaaaaang!"
On cue, he pulled the dildo out—a stream of squirt like urine soaked the floor. Seolhwa panted, savoring the afterglow. Her first climax from masturbation.
"Haa... haa... Amazing. Feeling this from a stick."
"Sex toys sell for a reason. Handy when you're solo."
"Then you too...?"
"I always have a partner—no need."
"Tch."
The robot-like girl from before crying was human again. If she'd always had this expressiveness, how rough had it been? Get her more comfy with her feelings, and maybe he'd see the "unique charm" Asmodeus mentioned.
"President."
"Yeah?"
"No more fake president dick. Give me the real one."