Real Doll (6): The Tragedy of Protect Mode
"Hic... sob..."
"S-stop crying already, sis?"
Isia had brought Oh Jingoo into a motel room. Her original plan had been to threaten the guy with a noose and squeeze some money out of him... but before she knew it, she was spilling her entire life story to him.
He was the first person to listen seriously to a Real Doll's tale. It had been so long since she'd had a heartfelt conversation that her chest warmed with unexpected comfort.
"I see. That must've been so tough for you, sis."
"Sniff... sob... Thanks for listening."
"Truth is, you don't want to do this kind of work, do you, sis?"
"O-of course not. It's scary... and exhausting. But I have no choice if I want to survive. I don't even have a place to crash right now—gotta pay for the inn somehow."
"What if you stayed at my place?"
"...Huh?"
"I live alone, so no pressure—just relax. No one to answer to."
"Eh...?"
"We'll eat together too. I promise I won't report you or anything—relax."
"J-Jingoo..."
If that was possible, she could end this precarious, tightrope-walk of a life. But... she was still anxious. She'd learned the hard way, time and again, not to trust people easily.
"Why are you being so nice to me? We're not even close."
"I saw you outside the hotel... with that sad look on your face. I just wanted to save you."
"That's it?"
"Guess I fell for you at first sight. Honestly, you're exactly my type."
"......"
To be honest on her end, Oh Jingoo wasn't her type at all. But... in a situation like this, anyone would waver if treated with such kindness. It wasn't unreasonable for Isia to see him as a messianic savior.
In the end, the two started living together. It was a modest 17-pyeong apartment—nothing impressive—but for Isia, it was the first safe nest where she could breathe easy.
She realized anew how peaceful it felt not to worry about where to sleep or what to eat that day. And Oh Jingoo wasn't some fake-nice bastard like James, circling around to stab her in the back. He stayed consistently kind, gentle, and warm.
Before long, Isia was genuinely won over by his character, and their relationship naturally evolved into that of lovers.
A human and a Real Doll—two beings who shouldn't connect—but they didn't care.
"Sis, at least let me do the dishes."
"No way. You work hard out there. Let me handle the housework."
"But you do the cooking too."
"This is the least I can do. I can never thank you enough."
"Sis..."
Oh Jingoo hugged Isia from behind as she wore an apron. Thump— her heart raced.
Though they'd become lovers after moving in together, they hadn't gone all the way yet. Whether out of shyness or consideration for her, Oh Jingoo held back from advancing physically.
But Isia had a vague feeling it would happen eventually. Was now the moment?
"...J-Jingoo. I'm not human, you know. I'm a Real Doll. Got it?"
"Doesn't matter."
"We can't even register a marriage, go on dates, or introduce me to your friends."
"Doesn't matter."
"...You might regret it later?"
"I won't."
No one else on Earth would say things like that. Isia could give herself fully to him now.
They moved to the bed and slowly undressed each other. Both virgins, their movements were clumsy, hands trembling, but they fumbled forward in sync.
Isia lay beneath him as Oh Jingoo mounted her. Seeing each other's naked bodies up close, man and woman fell into different thoughts.
Sis's... boobs are huge.
Jingoo's... small.
Oh Jingoo couldn't tear his eyes from the bare breasts he'd never seen before. Big. He'd thought they were big clothed, but raw? Even bigger. Isia's bust was actually 90cm—a massive size.
Isia, meanwhile, gave a wry smile at his penis size.
Small. Really small. Even fully erect from seeing her body... barely 5cm. Girth like a thumb?
Well, he's short, so down there matches. But damn, it's tiny.
She'd never fixated on big dicks, but this was smaller than expected, drawing an involuntary chuckle. She quickly corrected herself.
No, no. Size doesn't matter. This is the moment I connect with the Jingoo who saved me. It's love that counts!
Without Jingoo, she might've starved or been killed by now. That lifestyle wasn't sustainable. Her safe daily life as a Real Doll was all thanks to him. She couldn't mock him for being small.
"Jingoo, I'm a virgin too. Even as a human, I never had sex."
"M-me too!"
That figured.
"I-I'm putting it in!"
"Huh? Already?"
Usually, there was foreplay... caressing to heat up before insertion, right? But Oh Jingoo meant no harm. He wasn't scum like James—just inexperienced and clueless about the order.
Kinda cute, in a way.
Seeing his desperate face, Isia embraced him with maternal affection. No need to embarrass her boyfriend by pointing out his inexperience.
Won't feel great with that tiny dick, but I'll moan for him. Boost his ego a bit.
As she welcomed his dick with wifely devotion—suddenly, Isia's body stiffened. Her lips paled, eyes plunging into deep darkness. Her self vanished, program activating.
> Non-owner penis insertion detected. Activating Cleaner.
"Huh? Sis, what's wrong all of a sudden?"
> ..........
Real Doll Number 77 didn't react to her boyfriend's voice. It probably wasn't registering at all. Her body shifted to protect purity from external intrusion.
"Ugh... sis... hic... ♡"
> External intrusion detected. External intrusion detected.
Isia's voice was cold, mechanical, devoid of humanity. The full-body coating to protect the merchandise naturally shielded her tattooed entrance and vagina with a transparent membrane.
As Oh Jingoo's tiny dick poked her walls, the thin film blocked direct skin contact.
"Eek! S-sis!"
> ..........
But the inexperienced Oh Jingoo couldn't distinguish silicone membrane from real pussy flesh. He enjoyed his solo act and eventually climaxed.
The semen from his tip couldn't pierce the waterproof film—it all spilled out externally.
> Protect Mode active. Successfully defended against non-owner semen.
"Sis... what's up with you?"
> Maintaining hygiene.
Real Doll Number 77 spread her pussy with her fingers. Carbonated water shot from between her nails, cleaning semen traces from the film perfectly. Not a drop touched the actual doll body.
With consciousness gone, Isia felt zero orgasm during her boyfriend's thrusting and ejaculation—solely focused on rejecting and expelling him.
This was the company's safeguard to prevent non-owners from using Real Dolls.
> Protect Mode. Deactivating.
"Sis?"
"...Huh? Jingoo."
"You back? You were acting weird."
"......... "
Isia suddenly shrank back in fear. Better if she couldn't remember—but she recalled everything. Her body moved on its own. She couldn't control it.
This... is what a Real Doll is?
Come to think of it, Angelina was the same. The fiery rebel suddenly morphed into a loyal doll for her owner. Like someone else entirely...
Were Real Dolls modified to inevitably become that way? Even her?
[Real Doll. Still seeking owner]
The necklace inscription glowed like a curse.
"Gah! Damn it! This fucking necklace!"
Isia tried ripping it off, but—
> Unauthorized access detected. Ego Erase Mode: 5 minutes activated.
—her consciousness blanked. Exactly five minutes later, it returned.
"Sis, you okay?"
"...Jingoo. We should break up. Dump me."
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I'm not human—I'm a Real Doll. Even if I want to treat you right, I can't control sex. And if some random buys me online, I'll ditch you and become his doll."
"........."
Miserable tears streamed from Isia's eyes. Was she doomed like Angelina? If so... maybe leaving Jingoo now was for his own good.
"Sis... you hate me?"
Isia shook her head desperately, pitifully.
"Then that's fine. Just stay with me."
"But I'm a Real Doll. An owner might make me forget you."
"Never happen. We have memories together."
"...You saw it. Sex flies my mind away! Lovers who can't fuck—is that okay?"
"It's okay. I don't want sex—I want to be with you."
"...Jingoo."
His firm grip, as if it was no big deal, no worry needed—Isia felt profound gratitude welling from her depths. How many times would Oh Jingoo save her before he was satisfied?
Yeah. I'll trust him. Trust his words. With him, it'll be fine. Above all, I genuinely like him now. No matter what... this feeling won't change. Ever.
"Jingoo, thank you so much. Without you, I'd be dead or murdered by now. I'm glad I met you."
"Sis... I'm happy I met you too. Let's live together forever."
"Forever...?"
What did that mean? Oh Jingoo gazed at his lover with uncharacteristically steadfast eyes. Isia sensed something important coming.
"Let's get married, sis."
"J-Jingoo."
I'm a Real Doll. A proposal? But he was serious. She knew it. So she had to respond in kind.
"I... I lo-love you m-more than a-anyone... lo-lo-love... lolo-lololo."
"? Sis?"
> Purchase complete. Thank you, Master!
Isia's face twisted into an ahegao more grotesque than she'd ever shown.
[Purchase Complete]
The necklace glowed fluorescent.