Real Doll 16
Oh Jingoo rushed to the house where he'd been told his beloved lover was staying. It was the first time in his life he'd run such a long marathon. No matter how far he went, he didn't feel tired at all. The thought of seeing her gave him infinite strength.
"Isia noona! Isia noona! It's me! Jingoo! Are you here?!"
"...Gasp!"
"Huh? Who the hell are you?"
But when he finally reached his destination, his face twisted in horror. It just so happened that I was in the garden, getting a massage from the stark-naked Isia. Unlike a regular massage, this one used her breasts to press into my body and stimulate the meridians—a service that melted away fatigue like nothing else. I'd developed it myself and often asked (or ordered) big-breasted women to do it for me, but I never dreamed Isia's ex-boyfriend would show up right outside the front door at that exact moment.
Oh Jingoo's face contorted so badly it was hard to look at, and Isia, like she'd just reverted from a Real Doll back to human, covered her nipples and hid behind me. Guess she was embarrassed to show her naked body.
"I-Isia noona... what the hell is this..."
"Jingoo. How did you even find this place?"
I was lounging on a deck chair in the sunny afternoon, enjoying the massage, so even I was a bit thrown. Oh Jingoo? I'd heard the name once before and completely forgotten about him.
"Isia noona. No way, right? This isn't what I think it is, is it?"
"......"
"I-I've been... I quit my job... I've been searching only for you, noona... N-Noona."
"...Sorry, Jingoo."
"Huh? S-Sorry for what? Why are you sorry?"
Aigoo, what is this melodrama? It was so tearjerking I couldn't watch. No, actually, Oh Jingoo was the one crying for real. He was even shorter than me—maybe 10 cm—and this scrawny guy staggered forward, overcome by emotion, before collapsing. Looked like he was in the denial stage. Pitiful as hell.
Honestly, I hadn't even known about Oh Jingoo when I bought Isia, so I wasn't trying to torment the guy on purpose. Sheesh.
"Sorry, Jingoo. I'm... I'm already a Real Doll. I was even back when we were together. Forget about me now."
"Noona... you're not, noona. You're human. That guy!"
The target of Oh Jingoo's pointing finger was, of course, me. Lounging in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sunglasses while getting a breast massage from a Real Doll—I looked like a total sleazy capitalist, even to myself.
"That guy forced you! He made you do it!"
"...This man is my master. He was once my junior, but now he's my rightful owner. I'm a Real Doll he purchased. My master even paid for the crimes I committed. If not for him, I'd have been scrapped already. I have to repay that grace... and as a Real Doll, I can't just pick a lover on my own. You're a good guy, Jingoo, but we can't be together."
"No big deal if you do hook up, though?"
"Don't be ridiculous! Who the hell is he to come between us?!"
"I'm saying it's fine if you do."
"Sorry, Jingoo. Forget me. I'm my master's Real Doll."
"No, you idiots, I'm telling you it's fine if you hook up, you morons. You messing with me?"
"?"
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I took off my sunglasses. The sun felt nice and warm. Some Frenchman in a novel shot a guy because the sun was too hot, but I'm not like that. What, you think I'm some psychopathic killer? NTR has its limits—I'm not gonna steal some random guy's girlfriend out of spite when there's no grudge.
"Isia sunbae. Just go to him. Fuck or marry or whatever, do what you want."
"B-But... Master."
"R-Really, mister?"
Mister? This little shit. I'm still in my twenties.
"Ah, n-no, hyungnim."
He caught my expression and corrected himself. At least he had that much sense.
"B-But master. Aren't I your Real Doll?"
"What, you hate Oh Jingoo?"
"No..."
Once, she'd truly thought he was her destined one. She'd seen him as a benefactor, respected him. Loved him. Of course, Lee Jiyoung had removed those feelings for Oh Jingoo, but the memories remained. Her days with Jingoo had been happy.
"I'll even disable the Protect Mode that activates if you sleep with anyone but the owner. Go live happily ever after."
"Master, are you serious?"
"Hyungnim! Thank you so much!"
"Look at that idiot banging his head on the lawn in joy. See? I'm a good guy."
"Master..."
"Doesn't mean we're cutting ties, though. Come back or call anytime if you want."
Isia gazed at me with eyes asking how she could ever repay this grace. I'm the type who hates cringey stuff, so I awkwardly shooed away the hesitant idiot couple, pondering what thanks to give.
I sent them off with, "Call anytime if you have troubles."
"...Hoyoung. What on earth are you thinking?"
"Huh?"
My mom, who'd been watching from afar, asked cautiously. She couldn't dare interfere with what I did, but curiosity got the better of her.
"Letting go of a woman you've already trained? It's weird."
"Two reasons. First, Isia will come back to me anyway."
"Huh? Why?"
"You think a woman who's tasted my cock will be satisfied with an obvious small-dick loser like that?"
"Ah."
Mom smacked her fist into her palm, her face lighting up with perfect understanding.
"Second reason: I've been kinda busy lately."
"...Huhhh?"
This time, her face twisted in total confusion, drawing out the word. Can't blame her— an unemployed guy like me saying he's busy does sound funny. But I really was.
Ever since that W.L.K. mess, a headache had cropped up for the first time in a while. Starting from the day that Jameson or whatever wheeled his ass into our house.
Really, just lock the damn door or something. Anyone's barging in now.
"Hey, hey!"
"? Who the hell are you?"
"You Kim Hoyoung?! What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Just fucking in the garden. What about you?"
"You psycho... even during sex, cover up if someone's coming, you retard!"
"Who the fuck are you calling retard? What'd you come here for?"
"You little shit... whatever. Listen up. You bought Isia for 10 billion won, right?"
"So?"
"Wanna know a secret about that Real Doll?"
The truth behind the Real Doll system. Not randomly selected from 8 billion humans, but pre-decided based on requests from certain applicants—an urban legend turned real, with evidence laid out. The documents James showed were a solid compilation of Blackstars' corruption.
"These fuckers are real scum, huh?! If this gets out, the whole world flips!"
"Yeah... probably. But why tell me?"
"I'm telling everyone who bought Real Dolls. That's how people get shocked!"
"Hmm... but you think Blackstars will just sit still?"
"What if they don't?! If they touch a finger, I'll spread it everywhere!"
I wondered what if they just silenced him entirely, but I didn't say it. My worry became reality soon enough. Too soon, maybe.
The whistleblower dreaming of exposing the scandal wheeled out, then collapsed three steps from the entrance.
"What the—?"
From the canopy of the ornamental tree I'd planted in the garden—for its auspicious aura—a woman in a black suit leaped down. A virgin in a black fedora and sunglasses that didn't fit the era, smoke still wafting from the pistol in her hand. Silencer attached to the barrel.
Did she shoot him?
"And who the hell are you?"
"I'm a Blackstars hitman. You know why I killed that guy, right?"
"Trying to expose your corruption? But now I know the secret too. Gonna kill me?"
"That'd be wisest..."
I was about to say I'd have no choice but to dye her black suit white with my cum, when suddenly the hitwoman holstered her gun and raised her hands, showing no will to fight.
"...B-But the chairman ordered me never to fight you."
"What? Who's the chairman?"
"No one knows. Not even me. But it's the first time that person's ordered 'don't kill' someone."
"Hmm..."
"Actually, 'don't even touch him.' 'If you mess with Kim Hoyoung, you won't be you anymore.' Know what that means? 'Won't be you anymore'?"
"Beats me."
Of course I knew what it meant. But the hidden chairman bugged me. Who was it?
"The chairman said, 'Blackstars has no intention of fighting you and will cooperate with everything you do, so don't see us as enemies.' That's the message."
"Then introduce me to this chairman."
"Sorry, no way to contact from our side."
"Wasn't planning to antagonize you anyway... more like, didn't care. But this chairman piques my interest."
"Figured you'd say that, so the chairman sent you a gift to smooth things over."
The hitwoman's "gift" was new Real Dolls. And shockingly, they were women I knew. No idea why they'd become Real Dolls, but anyway—that's how Blackstars and its nameless chairman earned a spot on my mental hit list.
I've been nursing a slight headache pondering how to deal with them. Maybe relieve it with the new Real Dolls.