The CEO's Replica Dildo
"Soyoung nuna said not to worry. She said she'd yield today since we did it not long ago."
No, these two went ahead and made a rotation schedule without even asking my opinion. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
"Or... maybe you're tired of my body, like in that script earlier..."
"Absolutely not. Who could ever get tired of a legendary pussy like yours?"
"Haa... good."
Seolhwa unbuckled my belt and started pulling down my pants.
"But you're this fired up—how did you hold back at Soyoung's place?"
"Nuna gave me the CEO dildo."
CEO dildo?
"She said it was custom-made to the exact same length and girth as yours. When I tried it, it really felt similar to the real thing."
A dildo identical to mine? How the hell did they even make that? I wanted to ask for more details, but Seolhwa wasn't in any state to answer. She had already started licking my glans.
—Slurrrp... slurp, sluuuuurp.
Seolhwa's tongue work was still a work of art. Even when I told her not to overdo it since I hadn't showered, she happily moved her mouth, saying my scent was too intoxicating to resist. The way she focused on licking around my urethra was straight out of Soyoung's playbook—she'd clearly passed on my weak spots. These two share that kind of intel too, huh.
"Haa... haa... the CEO's tastes so good. I don't think I can live without it anymore. If you abandon me, I'll die."
Her obsession had ramped up even more in the few days I hadn't seen her.
—Pop, suck suck... slurp.
She sucked so persistently, clearly craving cum. The way she glanced at me was her silent plea to hurry up and blow. Haa... that expression was driving me insane. Ignoring that kind of sexy aegyo wouldn't make me a man.
—Spurt, splurt splurt splurt.
It was a hefty load, but Seolhwa swallowed every drop without spilling. She even scooped up the bit that dribbled from the corner of her mouth with her finger and licked it clean.
"Haa... delicious. Does it feel good for you too, CEO, when Seolhwa eats it like this?"
"Of course. Cumming and getting hard again right away—that's how good it feels."
"Mmm, now feed the one below too."
As Seolhwa pulled down her panties, a thin strand of her juices trailed along. Her pink petals were already soaked, no foreplay needed, eagerly awaiting me.
The cramped space with luggage everywhere made changing positions tricky. Standing entry in the standing position seemed best.
"It's tight, so let's do it standing up."
"As long as it's the CEO's cock, any position is fine..."
She said that, but her eyes betrayed her excitement about how I'd pound her.
Soyoung had said the thrill came from the illicit feel of sneaking a quickie in a spot where lying down was impossible, heightening the sense of taboo. Seolhwa wasn't exactly a "forbidden" fuckbuddy anymore, but this position— if the heights lined up—let the top of my shaft grind her clit with every thrust, sending her over the edge fast.
But Seolhwa looks about 5-6 cm shorter than Soyoung.
Soyoung was over 170 cm, so lifting one leg got her waist to the right height. With Seolhwa, I'd have to lift both legs to match. That's why Koreans ditched the hanja pronunciation and just called it "dulbak" instead.
Alright. Time for a proper dulbak today.
I grabbed Seolhwa's firm ass and hoisted her up to my waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck in surprise.
"Kyaa~ CEO. Th-this is..."
During sex, words were unnecessary. No questions asked. Straight to business. Any more explanation was superfluous.
...With that thought, I rammed my rock-hard cock deep into Seolhwa's pussy without warning.
"Kyaaang! C-CEO. Too... deepooo... haaht, ahhng."
—Squelch squelch, slap slap.
She was lighter than expected, bouncing like a taut ball, making the dulbak feel amazing. The extra stimulation had Seolhwa moaning an octave higher than usual. Hope the soundproofing holds up.
"Seolhwa, you're louder than usual today..."
"B-but the CEO's thrusting so hard... ahng."
She buried her face in my chest, panting hot breaths. Her muffled moans vibrated against my skin, speeding up my heartbeat. That was Seolhwa's legendary pussy—exciting men even through resonance. I responded to her cheeky move by pounding even faster.
—Plung plunge, squelch squelch, paang pang—plung plung, thrust thrust.
"Ahng, ahng, ahng, ahng! CEO, CEooo! Haaang ahng, right there... so good, too gooood. Ahhhng!"
Seolhwa's grunts turned to screams again. The tightening grip every time I hit her clit and G-spot was pushing me to the limit too.
"Ngh, gonna... cum now..."
"Haht, ahng, ahng! CEO... inside, cum insiiiide, haaaaang!"
Her legs clamped around my waist, urging me on. I stopped pumping and buried myself to her deepest depths. Something snapped, and euphoric bliss washed over me.
—Spurt, spurt, splurt, splurt.
A man's average ejaculation lasts just 8-9 seconds. Dopamine and beta-endorphins flood the system, maxing out the pleasure. All the foreplay, insertion, and thrusting built to this moment—and it was worth every ounce of effort.
The girl panting in my arms sent a satisfied, misty-eyed signal.
"Your skin's glowing. Oppa must've pampered you good."
"Just like nuna said, I focused on the CEO's weak spots, and he got even more excited."
"Mmm. See? Listen to nuna, and you'll get dick even in your sleep..."
What was with these two's boldness, sharing post-battle reports right in front of me?
"Soyoung, what's this CEO dildo thing?"
Soyoung shot Seolhwa a glare.
"Seolhwa. Youu..."
"Sorry, nuna. But seeing the CEO's face made me want to spill everything..."
Suddenly, my face had become a lie detector.
"You still haven't answered. What's a CEO dildo?"
"W-well... I can't always be glued to oppa, so I figured I'd need a substitute for emergencies."
"So. How. Did. You. Make. It? Identical to mine?"
"First, I tried a homemade dildo kit, but it didn't work well."
"Homemade dildo kit?"
"You can buy one online for 70,000 won. It's molding powder to make a cast."
What the fuck... they sell that shit?
"You took a mold of mine? When?"
"When oppa was asleep. After we go multiple rounds, you sleep like a rock, so that's when."
Haa, now I won't even sleep soundly without her.
"And then?"
"I found a place that makes custom dildos with 3D printers. I measured your length and girth when it was hard and ordered one."
She'd iterated through over ten prototypes, tweaking the shape bit by bit. She picked the two best, named them Seongi No. 1 and Seongi No. 2, and gave No. 2 to Seolhwa.
"How'd you measure the erect length?"
"When I suck you off while you're asleep, it gets hard right away."
I'm losing my mind. What do I do with this pointless passion?
"Did you have to make replicas of mine?"
"Only when I suddenly want it and you're not around. If you come every time, I'll toss it."
Seolhwa nodded vigorously beside her. They sure clicked sometimes.
"Sorry for making it secretly. My bad. But no dildo satisfied me. Nothing fills and rubs as perfectly as yours—no matter how much I shopped. This one's not perfect either, but it's the closest to oppa-feeling, so..."
"No dildo at all isn't an option?"
"Might as well tell me not to breathe."
Seolhwa nodded even harder this time.
Exactly one week later, I received the synopsis and sample script from Writer Moon. I'd told her not to worry about episode count or runtime, and it looked like about two episodes of a daily drama.
This was our second chat, and she was getting comfortable—longer sentences, no typos. Would be nice if she said this face-to-face.
Bora nuna often asked what I did at the orphanage while basking in the afterglow post-sex. She was curious about my upbringing. The stories I shared were woven straight into the protagonist's backstory. Anyone reading this would suspect my identity.
Fair point—the protagonist's host bar scenes were pretty intense. I'd casually mentioned working there to nuna, so she wrote it in detail, adding steamy bits. Not for broadcast TV anyway.
Now the weapon was ready. Bora nuna's heart was in my crosshairs—a perfect shot.