Real Doll's Futile Plea
"P-please... I beg you. Can't you just let me go? I'm begging you!"
"Huh? What the hell is that bullshit?"
A 10 billion won Real Doll was begging for freedom with some ridiculous proposal. I could do whatever I wanted with her anyway, but I was curious, so I decided to hear her out.
"Send me back to Jingoo's side! I'll do anything else you ask—just please!"
"Why the fuck should I?"
"I love him with all my heart! Even now as a Real Doll, my feelings belong to him! What's the point of keeping someone like me? Please... think of it as a favor you're granting me!"
Watching my senior, who used to be like a goddess on a cloud, beg me so desperately made my glans tingle. I barely held back the urge to fuck her right then and there.
"Why the hell should I do that? I paid 10 billion for you, remember?"
"The money...! I'll somehow make it up with Jingoo. We'll work hard to cover the loss."
"You two are gonna earn 10 billion? You serious?"
"...Please, I beg you. I'm not... I'm not some Real Doll. I'm a human with thoughts and emotions! S-sob... huuuh... please!"
"Sigh... your sniveling is pissing me off. Just go back to how you were before."
"Yes, Master."
Isia, who had been shedding tears like some tragic heroine, turned expressionless in an instant. Her tone became calm and cold.
"A human with thoughts and emotions?"
"No, Master. That nonsense I just spouted was nothing but a delusion fabricated from scraps of past data stored in my system. The real me has been perfectly remodeled into a Real Doll, an obedient doll existing solely to serve you. I apologize if I caused you any displeasure."
"Do you still love Jingoo?"
"Not at all. A Real Doll has no such emotion as love. I am merely a sexual waste bin to receive Master's desires."
"Then how about jerking off for me first?"
"Yes, understood, Master. Real Doll Number 77 commencing masturbation."
Isia pinched her nipple with her left hand and twisted it clockwise in circles. I could see it hardening and erecting. The speed was impressive. Did Real Dolls just feel it that intensely?
With her right hand, she teased her clit until it swelled enough, then slipped her fingers into her slit and kneaded away. Sticky love juices squelched out.
"Ooh, watching Senior Isia masturbate—this is touching."
"Thank you for the praise, Master."
"But where's the moaning?"
"As a Real Doll, I exist not for my own pleasure, but to satisfy Master's enjoyment. However, if Master desires, you can add a moaning function."
"You really feel like a 'tool.' Not human at all."
"Yes. Because I am a Real Doll. A doll."
Even as she said that, the thick love juices dripping to the floor carried the strong scent of a human female in heat. I'd fucked countless women, but seeing the senior I'd admired in high school masturbate so blankly made my cock stir.
Couldn't hold back anymore. Time to stick it in.
"To the bed, Senior."
"Yes. But if I may, will you continue addressing me with the overly generous title of 'Senior'?"
"Dunno. But changing a nickname I've been using suddenly feels kinda lame, doesn't it?"
"'Lame'... That's an emotion difficult for a Real Doll to comprehend."
"So what do you want me to call you? Got any examples?"
"Something like 'Hey,' 'You there,' or 'Oi' would be appropriate."
"...Hmm. You a masochist or something?"
"? Are you referring to the paraphilic sexual arousal from receiving mental or physical abuse from the opposite sex? I do not possess specific fetishes unless Master sets them. However, exclusively for Master, my pussy's sensitivity is programmed to be hundreds of times higher to ensure your satisfaction."
"Just for me? What about other guys?"
"Other men are viruses to a Real Doll. If one intrudes, Protect Mode activates to safeguard the product."
"Yeah, my Real Doll getting fucked by some other dude's cock? Straight to the trash bin."
"........."
"Huh? What? Scared of getting tossed in the trash?"
"No. As a tool, it's only natural to be discarded when no longer needed."
For a split second, her face seemed wistful. Nah, must be my imagination. Why would a Real Doll care? If I were one, I wouldn't wanna get thrown out either. Whatever—pointless to think about a Real Doll's 'feelings.'
"No complicated prep needed since you're a Real Doll, right? Lie on the bed. I'm inserting right away."
"Of course, Master. Real Doll's first insemination assist. I'll do my best."
She climbed onto the king-size bed dominating the center of my room (I'd picked it big on purpose since I sleep with Mom or my sister as pillows more often than alone) and lay down obediently. Her expression was utterly blank—not like a woman about to fuck, more like a news anchor at 9 PM. Cool and professional.
Though her pose was pure slutty whore: thighs trapped by her elbows, hands clasped behind her neck in self-bondage.
"Already soaked from that masturbation. Plenty of lube, huh?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you for using this Real Doll."
"Random thought: back in school, I might've had a crush on you, Senior."
"Is that so?"
"How's that make you feel?"
"Hmm... Honestly, I was super popular back then, getting confessions from juniors, seniors, classmates alike, so it didn't really move me."
"Yeah, I heard the rumors. Every guy who confessed to you got shot down."
"Yes..."
"Why was that? Standards too high?"
"I only cared about inheriting the company back then. No interest in dating."
"So even if high-school me had confessed, zero chance we'd ever fuck?"
"Calculating the probability... I'd say 0%."
"Cheeky bitch."
"I apologize, Master."
Can't expect empathy from a robot. She just answers Master's questions with brutal honesty per her algorithm.
"And now that same Senior's lying on my bed, pussy spread wide?"
"It's a Real Doll's natural duty."
"Those guys you rejected back then would be so jealous... heh."
"......"
Real Doll Number 77 looked utterly indifferent. For me, this superiority rush was prime fuck-fuel. Look at that—my monster cock was throbbing hard.
"Hey, Real Doll."
"Yes, Master."
"What do you think of my cock?"
"......Cock measurement. Cock measurement."
Whoa—her eyes lit up like a beam projector, scanning from glans to balls. Not human at all.
"Flattery?"
"Connected to the Real Doll network and calculated from statistical data on over 4 billion cocks."
My cock was tempered by self-hypnosis and daily fuck-fests, so of course it was god-tier. Hell, I could probably seduce women with just its superiority now, no hypnosis needed.
"You're getting impaled on this superior cock from now on. Oh, and I'll pop your cherry too."
"Yes, understood. Please pierce the virginity I've kept until now—even chasing away my boyfriend's cock—for Master's sake."
The manual said: "The Real Doll's body is protected by a coating; a silicone membrane preserves virginity until cock insertion." Curious what that felt like.
But as I pressed my glans into her welcoming slit, a mechanical beep started from Isia.
Beep. Beep. Cock insertion detected. Verifying identity.
<Kim Hoyoung> Master's cock recognized. Releasing coating.
The transparent rubbery membrane dissolved in particles like an aurora—beautiful. Confirming the intruding cock as the proper Master's, Real Doll Number 77 shifted from Protect Mode to Sex Mode. Now the real show began.
"Ooooh! What the fuck is this?!"
"............"
No joke. Her walls clamped down—not just squeezing, but like she was milking me for insemination. The moment my cock plunged in, her folds sealed shut. No view inside. Like a dimensional rift at her slit.
Blood couldn't flow to my cock. Felt like my urethra was cut off midway. Her labia pressurized the base like a blood pressure cuff on an artery. Her pussy's depths were another world I couldn't touch.
"Fuck! This is a goddamn legendary pussy! Tentacle tier!"
"My body exists solely to satisfy Master."
No exaggeration. Contracted walls wrapped my cock like tentacles, mucosal folds waving in crashing stimulation. Every inch massaged perfectly. And the humidity—insane! Her soaked walls frictioned my shaft, skyrocketing the texture.
"Senior's pussy is a cheat code! Real Dolls live up to the hype!"
"Thank you for the praise."
Still blank-faced mid-fuck? Didn't she brag her sensitivity was hundreds-fold for me?
"Why no reaction from you, Senior?!"
"I am a Real Doll. My own pleasure is irrelevant."
"Am I the only one feeling it? You're numb?"
"No. I am sufficiently aroused to sexual orgasm."
Then why so crisp, like a news anchor? "If Master wishes, I can switch to live commentary mode."
"Dunno what that is, but try it."
"Yes."
Bleep-boop. Live Commentary Mode activated.
A hologram flashed in her pupils—program change. appeared on her Real Doll necklace.
"Ah, so this is live commentary?"
Now I saw—Isia's face was beet red under the blank mask, like she'd soaked in a sauna. Sweat dripping from her collarbone proved her body was raging with arousal.
"My Real Doll walls serve Master's cock. Arousal floods more love juice. Ah— I just came. Sorry. But I can reset my arousal and orgasm repeatedly, so no worries."
"Next time, ask permission before cumming."
"Yes, Master."
I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed in deep. Her cervix recoiled like a bell rung by a log, kissing my glans fiercely on rebound.
"Master... I'm gonna cum. Please let me."
Reaction—nice.
"No. Hold it."
"Master... Master."
"Shut up. Hold it."
Isia's breaths grew ragged. Panting so hard even a Real Doll leaked moans.
"Master, if I don't release soon, my head'll explode. Pleasure beyond Real Doll limits. Dopamine at 100x a normal woman's sex high. Master... please let me cum. Grant permission. Master."
"Quiet. Don't cum yet. That's an order."
"Haa... haa... as Master commands. But Master... you just came too. Confirmed massive semen discharge inside. Proceed to impregnation mode? I can move sperm to egg for fertilization if desired."
"Handle that yourself. I can cum five times in a row, so sex continues. But you're foaming at the mouth?"
"Master, my body has exceeded limits. Unless you let me cum now, my brain cells will melt. Overwhelming pleasure risking shutdown. Master... my pussy feels insanely good. Please let me cum. Master... Master... your cock is too stimulating for a dog-pussy Real Doll like me."
"Don't cum yet. Bonus: I'll rub your clit too."
"Ahk♡ Aahk♡ F-feels so gooood♡ C-can't hold it anymore! Hngh!"
Finally, Isia's poker face cracked. Real Doll Number 77's hips bucked like a mountain peak.