Real Doll (17): Thought I'd Never Leave That Mansion Forever (Though I Didn't Exactly Hate It)
Isia, who had suddenly regained her freedom and her lover—thinking she'd be trapped in that mansion forever (not that she hated the idea)—headed back to her long-missed old home.
"A day like this has come again, sis!! I thought I'd never see you again and was in despair!"
"...Me too."
Oh Jingoo bounced around in joy, and Isia floated with a buoyant thrill, like newlyweds starting their life together. That is, until she opened the door and saw the unclean pigsty inside.
"...Ah. It's a bit dirty, right? After you disappeared, sis, I went through hell mentally."
"I-I see. That makes sense."
Suddenly, your beloved knocks you out and vanishes—who wouldn't lose their mind? Isia tried to understand. But tiptoeing like she was in heels, dodging trash and picking spots like a game of hopscotch, didn't feel great. She couldn't help comparing it to Pangchang-dong Mansion, where just strolling the garden felt like a full neighborhood walk.
"I'm so happy we're living in this house together again, sis!"
"...Yeah, me too."
"Gotta get a job again, clean the house—I've got a mountain of stuff to do. Thanks for coming back, sis."
"Jingoo."
Looking at Jingoo's purely innocent, spotless face, Isia felt tiny for complaining over a dirty, cramped house. Right. He loves me, so the shock made him neglect cleaning. But if I don't groom him properly, who will?
"Take your time with the job, Jingoo. I'll help with cleaning. No more worries about getting snatched away, so we can live happier than before."
"Yeah! Oh, and that Kim Hoyoung guy turned out nicer than I thought. Thank God he bought you and let you go."
"...Me too."
She could never thank her master enough. He bought her, cared for her tenderly, covered her crimes, paid her debts. Any other owner would've tossed her out as a hassle, but he stuck by her to the end. Even sent her back to her lover for free.
"We should go thank him properly sometime."
"Yeah, we really should. I get chills thinking... if he'd refused to let you go, what would've happened to a timid weakling like me. Ugh~"
She wondered how a timid, fragile guy like Jingoo would've reacted if things had gone that way.
Jingoo shoved big trash piles into a corner, making space for Isia to sit, then perched on the bed—which was at least clean.
"Let me say it officially, sis. Welcome home."
"Shall we have sex, then?"
"Huh?"
"Blowjob? Massage? Anal? What first?"
"W-Wait, sis."
As Isia mimed sucking on air, Jingoo panicked and waved his hands.
"What's with the suddenness, sis? Right when you get back."
"? Isn't draining the cum the first thing when you get home? Why panic?"
"No, sis..."
"Hehe. You're the weird one?"
He wanted to say you're the weird one, sis, but his lovely lover was already crawling onto the bed like a succubus, four-legged and predatory. Her face overflowed with lust, lips drooling like a dog eyeing tasty food. Isia, habituated to real doll life, was no longer the woman Jingoo knew. But even accounting for that, she exuded charm in every sense, so Oh Jingoo followed her lead.
"Sis Isia..."
"You seem tense, so blowjob first?"
"Sis..."
Jingoo's helpless, almost-pinned reaction drew laughs—nothing like the aloof Kim Hoyoung. But the laughter vanished when she pulled off his panties.
What the?
Disappointment. Absurdity. Contempt. Revulsion.
"What's wrong, sis?"
"...This isn't fully hard, right? Tell me it's not."
Tiny. Way too small. Compared to Master... a tenth? Like a kid's thumb, not even.
But... men get bigger when erect. Not time to despair yet, she told herself.
"I'll suck it."
"Ugh. Uuugh. S-Sis."
Just lips wrapping around, and he's moaning already. ...Master would read a short story even while I slurped desperately.
Jingoo shuddered in vacuum suction, convulsing.
Pathetic. Cumming from this? It's just the appetizer!
"Sis! S-Sis! I'm gonna cum!"
"..."
Truth be told, Isia's technique had skyrocketed; no normal man could endure. Real doll physiology optimized for milking men, honed by Kim Hoyoung's sex—better than any veteran whore or premium onahole.
"Cumming!"
"........"
His dick swelled in her mouth, dumping a bowl's worth of semen. Isia spat it out immediately.
"Ptoo!"
"..."
No taste. Master's was thick, rich— she'd lap floor spills like a dog. Jingoo's? Watery, bland, like saline. Not fit for humans. Maybe dogs wouldn't eat it. And the amount— not even a twentieth of Master's.
"........"
"Sis... you okay? Sorry for cumming in your mouth."
"........"
Cumming in mouth? No issue. Problem: tasteless, scant semen. Can't drink it.
Isia turned away, fighting rage. Don't get mad. Don't. He's not doing it on purpose.
But mingling with Jingoo only highlighted Master's superiority. Why?
"Sis, you're not mad, right?"
"............"
The bad feeling intensified. After blowjob warmup, she laid him down for insertion—then the unbelievable.
"Wait, sis. Too soon."
"???"
"I just came."
"?????????????"
Isia tilted her head like she had no clue; Jingoo shyly explained.
"It won't get hard for a while."
"???????????????????????????????"
"Sis? What's with that bug-eyed look?"
"'Won't get hard' means what?"
"Need recovery time after cumming."
Indeed, Oh Jingoo's dick flopped like a deflated balloon. She jerked it, but it died fast—like a sick kitten.
"Wait a bit, it'll revive soon, sis."
"How many seconds? One? Two?"
"Gotta be minutes at least?"
Isia forgot her expression. To Jingoo, she looked like an insomniac with dark circles.
"Just once! Just a blowjob! And you say wait?!"
"S-Sis, don't get mad. That's how guys are."
"Bullshit! That guy... he was fine after ten in a row! I was the one begging him to wait—said it felt too good, might break! He didn't wait!"
"Who's 'that guy'? Kim Hoyoung?"
"Kgh...!!"
She ground her teeth, eyes tearing. Couldn't take it anymore. Called Master. (Calling another man mid-sex with boyfriend? Bad manners. But she'd endured enough.)
"Hello, Master? Need some advice."
"Nyaaah♡ I was bad♡ I'll be your good real doll, so forgive my pussy already♡ It'll break at this rate♡ Turned into a defective cunt that can't cum without your dick♡"
"How many times you cum?"
"Can't count♡ Got to 37 then lost track♡ No room for numbers♡♡"
Weird sounds. A woman's mad moans, Master's bored voice. No way.
"Master! Master! Are you having sex right now?"
"Ah, sorry. Answered then got distracted. New real doll's too uncultured unlike you—won't shut up even when told. So? What's up? Getting along with Jingoo?"
New real doll? Her heart sank. What was this feeling? Anxiety, closer than jealousy. Like studying classical philosophy while friends hit law or med school? Overwhelmed by a fast-changing world, falling behind.
Master's dick was limited supply. Not enough time to claim it, yet here she was?
"M-Master. Got something to say."
"Love my pussy♡ Fuck it♡ Ah♡ Why'd I insist on living as a human♡ Real doll feels way better♡♡"
"This fucking bitch won't quiet down. Anyway, Senior Isia. What? Keep going."
"S-So... gave Jingoo a blowjob, he came once and went totally limp... don't know what to do. Never happened with you."
"Ah, that. Normal guys do that. Can't help it. Just accept."
Accept? Pausing sex every single cum like some lunatic?
"Sis... I'll try harder. Believe me."
"Masteeer♡ Don't do calls, fuck your real doll pussy♡ Teach this dumb bitch her place♡ Social status meaningless under your cock—make me realize the obvious♡♡"
"Hear that, Senior? Crazy bitches shaking asses—gotta hang up. Get along with Jingoo. Bye."
"Sis. Sis. You hearing me? I said I'll try."
"............."
Isia glared at her boyfriend's limp, pinky-sized dick like it killed her parents, while pondering the bitch's voice from the phone—why so familiar?—racking her memory.