Real Doll (12): Doll's Serene Submission
Two weeks had already passed since Real Doll number 77, which had languished in inventory for a decade at the staggering price of 100 billion won, finally found its master. Isia had settled quite comfortably into her new life at the Paengchang-dong Mansion. Or rather... even calling it "settling in" might be too mild a phrase. It was peaceful. Overwhelmingly so. It was the first time she'd lived with such ease since being modified into a Real Doll.
Life with Jingoo wasn't bad. But I was always on edge, terrified of when I'd be sold off, anxious that stepping outside even a single footstep would get me caught. Here, she'd already been sold, so things couldn't possibly get worse. Hitting rock bottom had paradoxically brought her peace.
Plus, Jingoo's place was only 600 square feet—honestly cramped. Stuck inside without even being able to go for walks, it was suffocating. This mansion, though... it's enormous. The grounds alone spanned over 10,000 square feet, enough for garden strolls to melt away any stuffiness. Built on the highest hill in Paengchang-dong, the mansion's rooftop offered a breathtaking panorama of the entire neighborhood. Isia often went up there to bask in the wide-open view. Jingoo's tiny window had been blocked by a shop building—a stark contrast.
Even her duties as a Real Doll weren't as grueling as she'd feared. The marathon sex sessions that drove her mad had only happened on the first day. ...Hmph. Who'd have thought a guy like that would have so many women lining up to satisfy his lust? Surprisingly, Kim Hoyoung had no shortage of partners. For Isia, who'd braced for daily service, it was an unexpected miscalculation.
Contrary to the restrictive implications of being a Real Doll, most of her time was free. She couldn't leave the house at will, of course, but freely roaming indoors was a vast improvement over before—no stress at all.
And she'd even made a new friend here. Seo Jeonghui, the gardener, was the source of that joy. Unlike Hoyoung's family, her status as hired help made her easy to confide in without pressure.
"Oh my, Isia. Out for another garden stroll today?"
"Yes... Master is currently receiving fellatio from the young miss."
As Real Doll number 77, she couldn't casually name the master's family. Kim Hoyoung was "Master," Kim Hea-e was "Madam," and Kim Jiwon was "Young Miss"—all with utmost respect. The titles had felt awkward at first, but she'd grown used to them.
"I see. The young miss must have finally recovered from that rough punishment she took recently."
"Rough punishment?"
"Hee-hee. She rebelled against Master and got disciplined for it. It was quite the big deal in our household."
Rebelling against Master? Idiot. Isia thought it without realizing. Rebelling against Kim Hoyoung was foolish. Sure, her Real Doll conditioning played a part, but he was undeniably a strong yet kind master. No doubt about it.
The house teemed with women, and every other day a new one arrived from outside—yet every single one treated him with utmost deference, like a superior. He clearly wielded some unimaginable power. No one could stand against him.
Yet he never used it to torment anyone. He didn't even treat her, a mere Real Doll, harshly. Isia found that astonishing. At first, she'd toyed with killing him if the chance arose, but now she couldn't find a reason to. Better to stroll the garden chatting with Seo Jeonghui. Absolutely.
"Haha, we all obey Master absolutely, but the young miss seems to crave teasing her brother now and then. Little sister privilege, you know?"
"...The young miss is quite bold."
"Not really. She's a total brocon who adores her brother but acts bratty for attention. Any woman would get it, right?"
"......"
Seo Jeonghui had once been the lady of the house, they said. Netorare'd by Kim Hoyoung, she'd divorced her husband, handed over the home, and fallen from chaebol wife to mansion gardener... yet she seemed happier now.
Being able to do something for the one you love—what greater happiness is there?
Hoyoung gave her no orders, but she tended the garden of her own accord. Isia's frequent walks naturally led to frequent meetings and friendship. Jeonghui didn't discriminate or show disgust knowing she was a Real Doll. It felt like Isia's first friend since the modification—she was thrilled.
But not everyone welcomed her warmly. Kim Jiwon, in particular, tormented her like a wicked sister-in-law.
"Urk~~ Ahh. Went too hard after so long? Cum's stuck in my throat, won't go down. Huh? What're you staring at, Real Doll? Got a problem?"
"...No, Young Miss."
Helping Jeonghui with pruning left her clothes covered in leaves, so she'd come inside to change—and run straight into Kim Jiwon emerging post-fellatio. Isia bowed instinctively on seeing her. But inwardly, she seethed.
"What's with that look? Mad you have to use formal speech with a junior?"
"......That's not it, Young Miss."
"A Real Doll still thinking she's the senior student council president?"
Isia had gasped in shock upon first seeing Jiwon in the mansion. Incredibly, it was a face she knew. Both had attended Nakwon Elementary, Middle, and High—both consecutive student council presidents throughout.
Isia had even met Jiwon as Nakwon High's president when Jiwon was elementary head, dispensing life advice.
"Quit acting like a senior, Real Doll! Oppa’s fuckholes are multiplying—it's stressing me out already."
"...I'm sorry, Young Miss."
"Urk~ Keeps burping up."
Bowing her head, Isia glimpsed the cum on Jiwon's chin. Even a dribble of jizz unlicked at her lips. Neither proudly wearing her brother's cock traces like a badge nor envying it was sane.
"Hmph! No idea why Oppa babies the Real Doll. I'd play with it a week, break it, and trash it. Looks like a damn Barbie doll."
"........."
She wasn't wrong—Isia wore chosen dresses, hair styled glossy like her lady days. Suddenly shy, she averted her eyes. She knew she was overindulged for a Real Doll.
"Should I just toss this bitch in the trash? See how Oppa reacts?"
"Oh, you heading out to dump trash?"
"Eek!"
As Jiwon schemed menacingly, fingers wiggling closer, the Master appeared. Erect despite the fellatio, naked Kim Hoyoung handed his sister a plastic bag.
Isia stifled a laugh seeing the swaggering Young Miss deflate into a meek maid before him. Before Master, we're all the same cumslaves. A strange superiority welled up.
"O-Oppa. What's up?"
"Dump this food waste while you're at it."
"Huh? M-Me?"
"What, should I go?"
"No no! Not like that!"
Jiwon wanted to say "Make the Real Doll do it," lips twitching, but lacked the guts to defy him. She trudged off to the trash herself. Even a wicked sister-in-law turned obedient pup before brother.
With Master present, Isia bowed even lower—nearly prostrating. Did Master come to save me? Her heart raced; she couldn't meet his eyes.
"Mom was looking for you earlier."
"Pardon? M-Madam?"
"She liked that doenjang jjigae you made last time. Come cook with her."
"Ah, yes. I'll go."
"Yeah."
When not in use by Master, Isia helped the family. Kim Hea-e especially treated the skilled cook like a daughter, using her as sous-chef.
"Oh, and."
"Y-Yes?"
Isia halted mid-dash to the kitchen at his voice.
"Tonight, you're sleeping with me. Get ready."
"......Yes!"
Love juices cascaded like a waterfall from her stopped spot. Copulating with Master. No—Master would use her for self-pleasure. Her Real Doll pussy gushed like an open faucet, walls slick, mind consumed by tonight's expectations—no room for other thoughts.
She barely recalled meeting Hea-e in the kitchen or cooking. Optimized for Master's demands, her body shifted to heat mode. Regaining senses, she stood naked at attention before him. Night had fallen.
"Real Doll number 77, alias Isia. I am grateful for Master's summons and the honor of serving as his masturbation tool tonight. I will do my utmost for your pleasure."
"Sex or masturbation?"
"Yes♡ As I'm not human but a Real Doll, inserting into my pussy is commonsensically tool-assisted masturbation, not sex. First, I'll suck Master's magnificent cock to full erection."
Thud! Her knees hit the floor loudly. Crawling slave-like, she kissed the glans skin. Saliva flooded her mouth. The crimson, massive head dazed her mind, filling her with infinite gratitude for serving it.
"This cock...♡ Just seeing it makes my womb surrender...♡ The obvious truth that no woman can defeat cock, felt so viscerally... Real Doll number 77's mouth-pussy serves it. Tell me if it's uncomfortable, Master♡ Or kick my face—I'm just a tool, after all...♡"
Isia's mind had fully become that of a Real Doll.