Real Doll (18)
"This isn't it!! Why the hell are you rejecting me! Do you hate me that much?! Should we just break up?! Huh?!"
"N-No, it's not rejection, sis. W-We’ve already been at it for ten straight hours of sex."
"Ten hours is nothing! Most of that time, you couldn't even get it up and just made excuses without doing it properly!"
"It's not an excuse—it's really not standing up! What am I supposed to do about that?!"
"Don't lie! You came three or four times in a row and now it won't get hard?! You expect me to believe that?! You're fucking cheating on me with other women, aren't you?! That has to be it—nothing else makes sense!"
Isia screamed until her throat was raw, then grabbed her boyfriend's neck and exploded in rage. Her grip felt like she genuinely meant to choke him out. Oh Jingoo gasped for air and shoved his lover away.
"Gah! Cough! S-Sis, please—this really isn't it."
"Isn't what?! What the hell are you talking about? Don't gaslight me like I said something crazy!"
"You're not letting me work and just want sex all day."
"Have you ever even fucked me properly?! I'm a Real Doll! What else am I supposed to do if not sex?!"
"There's... normal everyday life, you know."
"You mean the missionary position?"
It was hopeless. Isia had changed too much. They couldn't even communicate anymore. She didn't wear clothes as a default now. Even when going out, she'd complain about why she had to wear them. She'd blurt out words like "sex," "cock," and "pussy" without hesitation in public, embarrassing him more than once or twice.
But... those mishaps were something he could endure, somehow. The real problem was her insanely heightened sex drive.
"You couldn't even last ten hours—that doesn't make sense! "That one" stayed rock-hard all day even after nonstop sex!"
"Kim Hoyoung again?! I'm not him! Sis! Is that really all that matters to you? How long the sex lasts?!"
"……!!"
Isia ground her teeth, glaring at her boyfriend with eyes full of hatred. She was barely sane. Oh Jingoo shivered, seeing real loathing in her gaze. What had he done? Sure, he hadn't satisfied her in bed, but staring at him like he was her mortal enemy? That was insane.
"Sis... please calm down. Let's both cool off and talk this out slowly."
"I'm a Real Doll. A Real Doll! If I can't have sex, what's the point of my existence?!"
"Don't get mad, sis. I don't want to fight with you."
"You incompetent bastard! Incompetent cock! I really hate you!"
Suddenly, Isia started pummeling him with her fists. It hurt. A woman's punches, but they hurt. Oh Jingoo realized she wasn't holding back at all—she was hitting full force. Those rage-filled blows hurt even his male body.
He felt the same way: he couldn't take this anymore. After agonizing over it, Oh Jingoo went to see Kim Hoyoung. Honestly, Kim Hoyoung was a complicated, awkward figure—resented for buying and toying with his lover, yet owed for releasing her for free. He never wanted to see him again if he could help it, but no one else came to mind for help.
"Eeeeek♡ Master feels so gooood♡ I'll quit the company and become Master's exclusive Real Doll foreeeever♡"
"U-Um, Kim Hoyoung hyung."
Even on the day he showed up, Kim Hoyoung was fucking some unidentified Real Doll in the garden. The woman squealed like a pig, oinking away, while Kim Hoyoung tied her hair into a handle and yanked it. Rough sex with zero consideration. But she seemed more than satisfied—her eyes were rolling back in ecstasy.
Thinking his sis Isia had endured the same made him shrink back.
"Hm...? Oh, it's you. Oh Jingoo, right? What's up? No Isia senior? You came alone?"
"Isia sis... she's sleeping after taking antidepressants."
"What? Weren't you two doing fine?"
Oh Jingoo confessed everything. Their fights, the root cause. Parts that made him feel shame and inferiority as a man, but he had to be honest or there was no point in coming.
"Ah, I see. Must've been tough for both of you."
"Yeah... it might not even involve you, hyung."
"Not entirely. Isia's pussy got ruined because my cock's too big."
"Aaaah♡ Master, don't pull out your cock! If it slips out now, I'll go craaaazy!"
Kim Hoyoung pulled his massive cock out of the Real Doll's pussy to show it off. It was huge. Oh Jingoo had to admit the size difference himself. Now he understood why Isia kept comparing so obsessively.
"Hm... since it's come to this, I'll help you out for real."
"Huh?"
Oh Jingoo's head snapped up. Inferiority turned to gratitude in that instant. A cocky superior being annoying when showing off—but if that power helped you, he became a benefactor.
"You know Isia was originally the heir to Trauma Confectionery, right?"
"Yeah... she told me."
"Right, right. Actually, this bastard Kim Wanyong—the vice president—screwed things up from behind, got her dad killed, and kicked her out. I found out recently (thanks to James). Can't just let a guy like that slide, right?"
Kim Hoyoung recounted events from just days ago.
"So I brainwashed the shareholders and ousted him. Told him to rot in hell. Framed him for crimes, slapped him with life imprisonment. Oh, and the judges? All brainwashed to do exactly what I wanted."
Brainwashed? Oh Jingoo didn't quite get it but listened quietly without interrupting.
"Anyway, that left the Trauma Confectionery chairman spot open. It hit me—shouldn't it go back to its rightful owner?"
"Rightful owner... you mean Isia sis?"
A Real Doll as company chair? Unheard of.
"Don't worry. I'll handle everything. Honestly, the execs kept bugging me about what to do next—annoying as hell. Handing it to Isia senior makes things easier for me too."
"Isia sis... chairman of Trauma Confectionery?"
"And I'll fix your problem too."
"Masteeeer~♡ Put your magnificent cock back in this Real Doll's flood pussy♡ My pussy's aching for it♡"
The familiar Real Doll's voice nagged at him from somewhere, but Oh Jingoo was too busy bowing in thanks to check her face.
For someone who'd come grasping at straws, Kim Hoyoung handled it perfectly. He tampered with Isia's memories, erasing the ten years she'd spent as a Real Doll. Instead, he implanted false ones: graduating college normally and inheriting her father's company. Naturally, her sex with him became a non-event for her.
Her Real Doll habits and mindset vanished, restoring her to a dignified, intelligent human. Yet he preserved her bond with Oh Jingoo—a godlike favor.
Oh Jingoo prostrated himself in genuine thanks. A god. This man was a god now.
But why was Kim Hoyoung being so kind to him?
"………."
He pondered, but no good answer came. Probably, with endless women at his disposal, he'd grown bored of Isia. Maybe he saw Oh Jingoo as a convenient errand boy to dispose of annoying trash.
Fine by him. Pure win for Oh Jingoo either way.
Oh Jingoo reconciled with Isia, now Trauma Confectionery's chairwoman. Having forgotten she was ever a Real Doll, she reintegrated into human society seamlessly. The employees, under Kim Hoyoung's orders, never uttered "Real Doll" and treated her as fully human.
Her human life—thought lost forever—returned. She'd even become the heir who'd brilliantly inherited Trauma Confectionery, just like her childhood dream. Ironic now that it came true, but Isia excelled as a second-generation CEO.
Jingoo was always by her side, and they were a happy newlywed couple. Not a metaphor—they'd actually held a wedding and escaped the hectic company for a leisurely honeymoon in Guam.
The priciest hotel in Guam was no burden for Trauma Confectionery's chairwoman.
"It feels like a dream. Marrying the love of my life and coming on a honeymoon."
"Me too... it's all thanks to you, sis."
"What~? You can't call me sis anymore—you gotta say 'honey' now, right?"
"Oh. R-Right?"
Hahaha. They both laughed.
"But this hotel—we booked it 'cause it's Korean-run and pricey, but what's with the name Gae Ddogi Hotel?"
"Dunno. Guess it's named after the founder."
"So his name's Gae Ddogi? What kinda name is that?"
"He said it's precious 'cause his benefactor named it."
"Whoa~ His benefactor gave him a total bully-magnet name? Weird. Whatever, doesn't matter to us."
Benefactor. Oh Jingoo had one too. Though... he was extremely careful never to mention the name around Isia.
"Guam's so pretty. Right, Jingoo?"
"Yeah. But the real beauty is you, Isia sis..."
"W-What?"
"……."
"What? You say it then get all shy yourself. Hahaha!"
Isia sis was back to her old modest, refined self. Who could call this woman a Real Doll? Her speech, her actions—pure human.
But her body was still that of a Real Doll.
Jingoo still hadn't had sex with her even once. ...Better to say he'd been avoiding it.
She no longer begged for daily sex. But on their wedding night? No escaping that.
"Phew... it's hot, huh?"
Isia fanned her cleavage, where sweat trickled down. Her clothes were soaked, salty beads pooling in her cleavage.
"Shall we rest in our hotel room, Jingoo?"
"...Yeah?"
Isia sis seemed eager too. At that point, Oh Jingoo had no inkling their wedding night would become the anniversary of their relationship's ruin. He grabbed their bags, headed to the room, swiped the card, and opened the door.