Real Doll (11): The Ice Princess Technician
Blackstars, born from the merger of megacorporations in the United States, Germany, Saudi Arabia, and Japan, boasted such overwhelming scale that economists coined a new term—super-corporation—to describe it, surpassing the very concept of a mere company with its capital power. Its market capitalization hovered near 10 trillion dollars, already eclipsing the GDPs of every major nation except the US and China, and it showed no signs of slowing its relentless growth. Predictions even whispered that it might one day surpass America itself. Blackstars' status in modern society was unchallenged, beyond all rivals.
Rumors swirled that concentrating such capital and power in one company was dangerous, voices of caution rising here and there. But it was futile—Blackstars had infiltrated the political spheres of most countries, wielding lobbying on another level to steer favorable legislation and shield itself within the system. No, it had evolved beyond mere protection; now, analysts said Blackstars itself shook the nations like puppets. Its power was that immense. Even if its executives committed grave crimes, which country could punish them now? It had seized the media and broadcasting sectors too, preemptively quashing any negative public opinion. People had grown numb; whatever Blackstars did, they just shrugged it off.
The Real Doll system had emerged from this backdrop—a blatant human rights violation disguised as law. The insane idea of modifying living people into Real Dolls and selling them as objects had sparked fierce backlash at first. But time dulled the outrage, and acceptance crept in. Most folks just thought, not my problem. And they weren't wrong. Sure, the selected woman or her family had their lives shattered, but the masses had long lost interest. The world was full of injustices; you couldn't dwell on Real Doll stories forever. Now, they were just another legitimate industry.
That's why Lee Jiyoung had joined a Real Doll subsidiary—low workload, great pay.
"Jiyoung, with your grades, why not apply for the Tokyo Tech program?"
"Tokyo Tech?"
"It's a program that gets you into Tokyo Tech. Tuition waived, living expenses covered."
The promise of a free college education sealed it for her. Practical and quick with numbers from a young age, Lee Jiyoung had no ethical qualms about the Real Doll system—she just eyed the conditions and applied to the division. She missed out on Tokyo University but graduated from Tokyo Tech, a solid engineering school highly regarded in Japan. A classic tech girl, too pretty to waste away in engineering, where male seniors would eagerly solve her tough assignments in hopes of sparking something. But she never dated anyone, earning her the nickname Ice Princess.
Truth was, Lee Jiyoung had little interest in love with men. Study, work, earn money, survive—that was it. Blackstars was the world's top corporation, so the pay would be good, and her mechanical engineering major made her perfect for handling Real Dolls. Ten years in the industry, she'd spent them side by side with the dolls. From escorting selected women to processing criminal dolls, repairing the broken ones—she'd been busy.
"What...? Me, selected as this year's Real Doll modification target? Th-that's a lie, right? Why me?"
"My owner shoved a candle up my ass and lit it! For just pushing that bastard away, why do I get shut down? Should I just sit there while my asshole burns?!"
"P-please! I'll pay anything—just pretend you didn't see me! I'll live quietly! Please!"
"You fucking bastard! How are you even human? What did I do to deserve this?!"
"Could you do this if I were your family?!"
Their screams? She never cared. They were Real Dolls, after all. Not humans—robots. With her own hands, she'd powered them down countless times, tossed them in the trash, dismembered them for the landfill. She'd also tuned rebellious ones, reshaping them into obedient pets.
"I've deeply reflected on delusionally thinking I was human, despite being a mere Real Doll."
"I'll wait obediently for my next owner to buy me."
"Thank you for repairing me properly, technician."
Seeing them go from insisting they were human to wagging their tails like loyal dogs after a little circuit tweak? Robots gonna robot, she'd think. No pity. Tuning Real Dolls was just her job. Maybe she was a bit cold. Most people avoided getting too close, even if they weren't hunting them down. A human-like thing bawling and begging for life didn't feel great, machine or not. That's why Real Doll technician pay was high—high skill, low applicants.
Lee Jiyoung was perfect for it. If things had continued smoothly, she might've climbed high in the super-corporation Blackstars. But one phone call derailed her straight-arrow life.
"Ah~ hello? My Real Doll seems broken, so I called."
"How did it break?"
"Suddenly stopped moving, body's heating up like crazy. Not breathing either. It didn't die, right?"
"Real Dolls aren't living beings, so they don't die. The not-breathing part is probably the power being off."
Not just the dolls—some humans personified them too, annoyingly. Especially owners who treated Real Dolls like people. Hugging a broken one and sobbing ruined her whole day. Is this guy one of those? Unease flickered.
"Oh, really? Can you come fix it?"
"I'd have to check in person. Address?"
Paengchang-dong—a ritzy neighborhood. Young-sounding voice too; must be loaded. Real Dolls were pricey luxuries anyway, out of reach for average folks.
"But how did it break?"
"Ah~~ kinda embarrassing."
"It's fine. We're professionals."
"Really embarrassing though."
"Need the cause to repair it."
"Well... during sex, the Real Doll got too excited and exploded?"
"?"
What nonsense? Real Dolls don't get excited. They're not real women. Sure, they had simulated reactions for clients who liked it, but... maybe he mistook that? Got cocky thinking he'd actually aroused it. Real cause was elsewhere. Had to go see.
"...Can't find the cause."
"I told you why it broke."
But inspecting Real Doll No. 77 on-site, aside from residual heat, nothing unusual. Brain circuit was severed—reconnect that, good as new.
"No. 77 uses cutting-edge tech; it's a top-tier model. Weird it'd break. It's expensive—handle with care."
"I just fucked it, that's all. Is screwing a Real Doll a crime?"
"...The No. Seventy series is built to withstand gangbangs from 1,000 men for two weeks straight. No way one guy breaks it. What did you really do?"
"Tch, don't believe me? See for yourself."
"?"
Connecting the circuit with nippers, a massive wall loomed. No—a veiny cock.
Big.
What size is that?
Why show his dick all sudden?
I'm not a Real Doll; sexual harassment on a repair tech?
But... does it matter?
Just flashing his dick, whatever.
Getting mad would be weirder.
Lee Jiyoung calmly admired it. Felt like she should.
"Big, right?"
"...Yes. Very big."
She hadn't dated much, focused on work, so not tons of dick experience—but this was big, no doubt. First time staring at one this long, too. Her face heated up.
"Smell it."
"...Sniff sniff."
Why am I obeying?
...Whatever.
The musky scent filled her nostrils, fogging her mind, throat parched.
"It's a mega-cock that made even Isia go into heat. Problem is, she passed out before I was satisfied. Your shitty product caused this. As apology, give me a handjob."
"Handjob...? Sure. Okay."
Came to repair, now jerking client off. Normal, I guess.
No fault on his end, whatever she thought. She gripped the shaft with her left hand, stroking diligently.
"Right hand's idle."
"Oh... yeah."
"Stimulate the glans with it."
"Got it."
She soaped it up, rubbing, squeezing, releasing—caressing methodically. Expression unchanged, like routine work.
Big. Hard. Long. Are all guys like this? No... just him. No wonder it'd drive a Real Doll mad.
"Gonna cum. Stay there."
"? Okay."
He aimed right at her, blasting semen. Her black suit bloomed white, splurt after splurt. Volume insane.
"Whew~ lucky the tech's a woman. Don't machine-wash that cum—swallow it clean."
"......"
She stared at her cum-stained suit. No reason to get mad, so she briefed him on usage precautions and left. Ordinary day. Reported it straight in the log.
Sucking cum stains off one by one was a hassle (scent lingered), but done.
Then, urgent summons from her boss.
"Lee Jiyoung. Everything here true?"
"? Yes... Problem, Executive Director?"
Elise Hildebrandt. Former chair of the German firm merged into Blackstars, now executive director at 35. Oversaw all Real Doll ops.
"Real Doll got too excited and passed out? A No. Seventy top-model?"
"Yes. Nothing else wrong."
"And you did sexual acts at the client's home? Why report that?"
"? Just what happened on the job."
"Lee Jiyoung, you..."
"???"
Couldn't grasp why she was mad. Elise clocked the what's her deal? look—her subordinate truly believed she'd done nothing wrong.
"This No. 77 even crippled a US student from the waist down years ago—a criminal doll."
"Really, ma'am?"
"Something's off. Can't have stains on Blackstars. Who's the owner?"
"Uh... Kim Hoyoung."
"What does he do?"
"Dunno, seemed ordinary."
"Then I'll meet him."
"And do what?"
"Pin No. 77's crime on him first. That victim's suing for billions."
"Billions? Why so much?"
"Ruined his NFL draft. Time to dump this headache on Kim Hoyoung. Let him learn getting marked by a super-corp is bad luck."
Fresh off dropping 10 billion on a doll, now billions in damages? He'd flip. But once Blackstars decided, no one stopped it. That was power.
Elise pulled up Kim Hoyoung's photo from the client list, lips curling pityingly.
"Of all people, marked by us. What rotten luck, this guy."