Chapter 76
"Puhahat!!"
"Sleep well?"
"Touch me!!"
A full day had passed, and those were the first words out of Isia's mouth the moment her coating finally wore off. I'd come to deliver the real doll outfit I'd gotten from Lee Jiyoung, but her face was a sight to behold. It was flushed like she'd just finished a sloppy fuck session, lewd moans leaking from between her lips. Her face screamed pure heat.
"Touch you where?"
"Everywhere! All of it! Touch me quick!"
"Greedy, huh."
Even if she wanted me to touch her everywhere, that was a problem. I couldn't give her a full-body massage like some spa attendant. Wait a sec. Her coating was off, but she was still wiggling her ass. Her asshole fluttered open like a morning glory. Had it become a habit? I lightly stroked the rim of her anus with my finger—not shoving it in, just teasing the entrance. Her reaction said I'd hit the mark.
"Kuhuuuuh♡"
"You want me to touch everywhere? Don't you really just want your ass played with?"
"Yes♡ That's right♡ My ass! Touch my ass!!"
She threw her arms around me on her own. Less a hug, more like she desperately needed something to cling to. Stroking her ass made her whole body spasm in ecstasy.
"Want more?"
"Yeah. T-touch me."
"'Yeah'?"
"...Huh?"
I grabbed the chin of Isia—my high school senior, the student council president everyone idolized from afar back then—with my hand. I pressed her cheeks with my fingers, hollowing them out until she looked like an ugly hag you couldn't stare at.
"Wh-what're you doin'?"
"Since when do real dolls talk casual to their owner? Maybe I should just scrap you."
"W-wait. Scrapping... that's killing me."
"You're an object, so it's not killing—it's discarding. Or I could just burn you in the yard and toss the ashes."
"You're joking, right?"
"Mom!!"
My mom—who treated my calls as top priority—came rushing out mid-shower. Water dripped onto the floor, but since I wasn't cleaning it, I didn't care.
"What is it, Hoyoung?"
"Mom, toss this real doll for me. Burn it in the garden, then dump it in the trash."
"Got it. I'll dry off with a towel since I was showering, then take care of it."
"Do it now. Just like that."
"Okay."
It was obvious she'd wipe off and change before heading out, but if I said no, she had to obey without question. Knowing that basic common sense, Mom grabbed real doll number 77's thigh and hoisted her up without a hint of resistance, wet hair dripping as she let it air-dry. She was the same weight as a human, so it wasn't easy, but she couldn't ask her son for help with something troublesome. That was her job as his slave.
"W-wait! Hold on!!"
"This real doll's talking? How do I shut off the voice function? Might get noisy when we burn it."
"Dunno. Can't you just ignore it?"
"Maybe. I'll do as you say, Hoyoung."
"No, wait! Hold on! Wait, please! I beg you!"
Isia frantically switched attitudes, slapping Kim Hea-e's back as she headed to the garden without hesitation. She didn't want to die. Burning to death was supposed to be the most painful way...
"No no. My bad. I mean, I was wrong. Happy now?"
"Why not start like that? Much better."
"Haa... Can't you think about my position, using formal speech with my junior? Hurts my pride."
"Not your junior anymore. Your master, right?"
"..."
"What? Hate calling me master?"
"Honestly... anyone would."
I told her I wouldn't. When she didn't buy it, I demonstrated with Mom as an example.
"Yes, Master. Tell your slave mom anything."
"See?"
"...What the hell. This young, pretty lady's really your mom? She looks younger than us."
"She got younger due to circumstances. But yeah, my real mom. And it doesn't hurt your pride using formal speech with me, right?"
Mom beamed, thrilled to call me master after so long, leaving Isia dumbfounded. I gave the same order to my sister in her room.
"What? Call you master? No way I'd defy you now, bro... Seriously. From now on, master it is, Master? It was always master in my head anyway—just the word was 'bro'. Of course, since you decide my body, heart, and fate."
Seo Jeonghui, working in the garden, bowed low and greeted me with "Hello, Master" the moment she saw me. Isia threw up her hands in total surrender. Majority rules could twist anyone's values. If everyone's doing it, you can't be the holdout.
"F-fine. Got it. You... must be some big shot. All these beautiful women serving you as master for real. From a real doll's view, calling you by name alone would get me in deeper shit."
Isia quickly scanned the power structure. Kim Hoyoung at the top. Next, mother Kim Hea-e—handling most housework with the strongest voice after him. Then Kim Jiwon, Seo Jeonghui. Jeonghui didn't even live in the house proper, camping in a tent in the garden due to her low status. No blood tie meant I couldn't treat her the same; I only kept her around out of pity since the house was originally hers. She saw even that as a huge privilege and was thrilled. Park Jisoo said plenty of women eyed her spot. Jeonghui knew it too and basked in superiority like her old chaebol wife days. Crawling on the floor before me, yet feeling superior. Hard to grasp, like an emperor not knowing a beggar's life.
Anyway, even Jeonghui had a proper job as gardener, miles above a real doll. Below Isia... maybe onahole Baek Eunha? Their lots were similar, so I figured they'd be friends, but Eunha—who'd long since become an onahole—flatly said, "Huh? Why would an onahole need friends?"
I tested by putting them in the same room. Even when Isia chatted her up (curious about their shared fate), Eunha ignored her.
"Heard you're an onahole. True?"
"........."
"I'm a real doll. Funny, right? A real doll talking to an onahole."
"........."
"But that guy's... I mean, Master's dick. It's huge enough to break common sense. You okay with it?"
"........."
"Kinda scares me. Dealing with that daily, my holes might gape so wide normal dicks won't satisfy."
"........."
"Hey! Ignoring me?"
"Why talk to an onahole in the first place?"
"?"
"I'm an onahole, so no chit-chat with anyone but Master. Not even with him unless necessary."
"Oh, gotcha..."
"........."
"Huh? Wait... what?"
"........."
"You... aren't you Teacher Baek Eunha?"
"........."
"That's right! It is! Teacher Baek Eunha, what're you doing here? D-did Hoyoung catch you too? Did you get some mod surgery?"
"........."
"Don't you remember me?! I was in your class at Nakwon High! You praised my attitude!"
Isia was briefly thrilled to find a fellow sufferer she knew, but all she got back was the onahole's tattling: "The real doll called Master by name during chit-chat." I didn't care, but the family treated it as major. Disloyal real dolls were scrap material—like keeping a rabid dog that bit a baby.
In the end, Isia spent the day parading downtown with a sign reading "I disrespected my Master" and getting publicly shamed. After that, she never spoke to Baek Eunha again. Eunha didn't miss her either, so it evened out.
Instead, Isia started adapting to our house.
"...Master. What should I do?"
"Basically, do whatever. Just obey my orders."
"Obey..."
She pouted at the word but soon realized I barely paid her attention—with plenty of fuckable women around, real doll or not—and that "obeying" wasn't demanding. Some days I didn't call her at all. She'd chat and hang with Mom or Jeonghui. Not quite family, but she'd climbed to live-in boarder status.
Day by day, Isia grew more positive, her attitude toward me warming.
"Master. Gonna use your real doll pussy today?"
"Nah. Eating mother-daughter rice bowl with Himeko and Sumire today. They're coming from Japan."
"Himeko and Sumire...?"
"People you don't need to know. Anyway, you're off today, senior."
"Yesterday too."
"Better than working, right? I slack every day."
"...Hmph."
Now she even sulked pettily if I didn't use her—snorting or twirling her toes on the floor with a pout. Seemed like her training was done. Time to scout new girls...
Then, super rarely, an uninvited guest rang our bell. Women wanting to fuck me usually coordinated through Park Jisoo first. Strangers at the door were big news.
"Ah, this Kim Hoyoung's place?"
"Yeah. Who're you?"
"I'm Elise Hildebrandt. Did you know there's a damages lawsuit against the real doll you own? 350 million dollars claimed in your name."
Plaintiff: James [unreadable name], Thallas New Washington Horses (some American football team. Apparently the guy was set to join.)
She shoved the papers in my face.
"You know buying a real doll transfers all rights and responsibility, right? Real doll number 77 crippled a promising athlete beyond recovery. Blackstars bears no liability—we're here to notify you."
Elise Hildebrandt's eyes swept our high-end mansion. Must be loaded. But lose the suit, and it'd all be seized. No way he had 350 million cash. That sum was her entire fortune—crushing for a private citizen. A megacorp like Blackstars could cover 300-400 million easy, but why bother for a powerless customer? She smirked pityingly at the poor guy facing asset seizure over one bad buy. Soon he'd rant: "I didn't know," "Not my fault," "How can I pay that?" "Make the company do it." She knew the script. A veteran, she'd never buckled to pleas or threats. Her line was fixed: "Sorry, we don't cover it. Your mess, handle it." Spitting that and watching despair bloom was irresistible. Hell, that's why she'd come personally. Ahh, couldn't wait.
"No idea what bullshit this is, and I ain't paying shit. You guys do it."
"Yes. We'll pay."
"Nah. You pay. Outta your pocket. Got it?"
"Yes, sir. Lucky—it's exactly my net worth."
Elise was left penniless.