Real Doll (19): Honeymoon Shattered by Memory
The couple on their honeymoon entered the hotel room. There was only one thing left to do. Even the most chaste woman wouldn't refuse sex on a night like this, in a place like this—it would only earn her scorn.
"Isia..."
"Jingoo..."
No sooner had they set down their luggage than things heated up. Oh Jingoo was already on top of Isia. The king-size bed groaned and sank under their combined weight.
Big eyes. A sharp nose. Trembling lips. Breasts overflowing with elasticity, skin slick with sweat—all of it now beneath his body. Oh Jingoo closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by this undeserved happiness, and silently thanked God. This woman is my wife. The one I'll spend my life with. And now, I'm about to become one with Isia sis.
"Jingoo... come to me."
Isia wanted it too. Oh Jingoo leaned in for a gentle kiss. She trembled. They'd been lovers for ages, but they'd barely touched physically, so even a kiss sent shivers through her flesh. Isia felt it just as strongly. She traced her lips—still tingling from her lover's touch—with her fingertip, then pouted cutely in embarrassment.
"This... this is my first time."
"……"
"You stole my first kiss, so you have to take responsibility♡"
Oh Jingoo's heart skipped at the playful coquettishness from his girlfriend—no, his wife now. There was no malice in Isia. No, not malice at all. She had no memories. She firmly believed she was a virgin. But what was the truth?
Oh Jingoo recalled the Real Doll he'd seen in the garden. The one getting brutally ravaged by Kim Hoyoung, pistoned into endlessly while moaning in delight. That must have been her daily routine. Isia had lived like that for months. So of course... her first kiss must have gone to Kim Hoyoung. And not just the first kiss. Her virginity too...
"? Jingoo? What's wrong?"
"...It's nothing, sis. But... was that really your first kiss?"
"What? Of course it was. You know how strict my dad was raising me. All that studying, heir training... ugh. I was too busy for guys anyway. You don't believe me?"
"...I do."
Isia didn't remember Kim Hoyoung. And losing her virginity wasn't her fault anyway. Oh Jingoo swallowed the irrational surge of resentment and reminded himself to be grateful just for having her here. Kim Hoyoung was gone now. He could spend the rest of his life making love to Isia, and any traces of the past would fade away with time.
"Sis. Tonight, I want to make you my woman."
"Me too... I'm ready for that. But since it's my first time, go easy on me."
He gritted his teeth hard. First time? What first time? He wanted to snap at her. But that would be suicide, and a twisted grudge besides. It wasn't Isia's fault she had no hymen. Oh Jingoo stripped off his pants. Then his underwear. Even in a situation like this, he got hard. No—what kind of talk was that? This was exactly the situation to get extra hard. The time to claim Isia as his woman was finally here.
"……"
Isia stared openly at his dick. Last time, she'd outright said it was small, disappointed. "Small" was relative, of course. Compared to Kim Hoyoung's monster she'd dealt with daily. But now, with no mental benchmark, surely... Isia pressed a finger to her lips, scrutinizing Oh Jingoo's cock intently, then wordlessly spread her legs. He wanted to ask her thoughts, but that would be way too insensitive. Swallowing his curiosity, Oh Jingoo placed a hand on her thigh. Warm. So warm. Isia was sweating. Was she nervous too?
"...I'm putting it in, sis."
"……"
No response. He didn't wait—slid right in. Ah. Warm. The mucosa enveloped him so pleasurably. Soft. Kim Hoyoung had said the Protect Mode—which rejected non-owners—was disabled. No. Don't think about him now. Even if he was their benefactor... forget it. Focus on connecting with Isia fully. The vaginal walls spiraled around him, squeezing his shaft. Incredible. The pressure was incomparable to masturbation. He couldn't hold back. He hadn't even thrust yet, and he came.
"Urk! S-Sis!"
"……"
Isia watched his orgasmic face with mild surprise. Oh Jingoo floated in ecstasy, face slack with pleasure, out of his mind. Meanwhile, Isia observed her lover quietly. She showed no reaction.
"Sis...! Sis! Ahh! Sis! It's too tight, sis! Eek!"
"……"
Oh Jingoo pulled his hips back and came again. Every twitch of his waist overwhelmed him with her grip—he ejaculated without fail. His dick wilted fast. Less than a minute into sex.
"S-Sis. Whew. I can't... anymore. Ahh."
"…………"
Oh Jingoo collapsed onto her, dick still inside. Her breasts squished like pancakes. The two lay there, lost in different dreams, faces hidden from each other. Oh Jingoo was delirious with achievement and bliss from finally having sex. Isia floated question marks, forcing a wry smile.
Ehh? What is this?
This is sex?
I was curious since I'd never done it, but is it always this... feel-less?
I tensed up thinking a dick was coming in... did it even enter? What the hell?
It just ended before it started.
Why's Jingoo lying there like he did something huge? Is this a hidden camera?
Something's off... Jingoo wouldn't prank like this.
Is sex just nothing for women? That's why guys rave about it?
She kept quiet to spare his feelings—and because she knew zilch about sex—but the more she thought, the weirder it got. When Oh Jingoo, gasping on her, finally dozed off snoring, Isia eased him aside, sat up with a bemused frown, and crossed her legs.
"Looks like choosing that guy was the right call after all."
Huh? She startled at her own unintended mutter, glancing around—no one there. Of course it was her. But that guy? Who besides Jingoo was she close to?
"...Yeah, definitely smaller than that guy."
Another slip as she eyed Jingoo's dick, oozing thin spurts under the sheets. That guy again? Who the hell was she comparing him to? A vague sense of forgetting something washed over Isia.
"That guy? Who? Who am I comparing Jingoo to? I love only Jingoo. He's my first love... my lover... and..."
Suddenly, film reels in her mind. Not fully intact—images of her being raped by someone. Sucking someone's cock. Getting fucked in the pussy and loving it. Her face blissful, happy. But damaged footage. The "someone's" face blacked out, invisible.
"And... and Jingoo's dick is small, scrawny, he's sweet but that's it... sex ends in one minute, cums three times and it's dead! Wait, no. Why am I badmouthing Jingoo? That guy fucks for dozens of hours straight! His dick stays hard after ten rounds! Aaaah!! Aaaaaah!!!"
Her chest filled with regret and resentment. So regrettable. Why'd she marry Jingoo? What was the point with a guy like this... nights of what, staring contests? Better to masturbate.
"No! I... I love Jingoo! He saved me!"
Hold on. Saved her? From what? Born with a silver spoon, aced her studies abroad, inherited the company smoothly—what crisis needed saving by an ordinary guy like Oh Jingoo? She never needed help from anyone.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
Her head throbbed like it might split. It hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Isia bolted to the bathroom. A cold shower might help. She turned on the icy water. Semen washed away clean. Thin, weak stuff anyway. Water compared to his.
"Who the fuck is that guy?! Uwaaaaaah!! Jingoo...! Jingoo wasn't my only man?!"
The unease... it had been there. Jingoo's occasional lonely, forlorn looks. When she'd ask why, silence. Hiding something, she'd thought. Everyone has secrets, so she ignored it. Her company folks were weird too. Obedient to her face, but gossiping behind her back when she left.
"Gasp!"
The cold water stopped. In the mirror, a disheveled beauty with cat-like eyes stared back. She remembered now. She gathered her wet hair with her fingers. Cautiously twisted her body sideways. Full turn would back her to the mirror. At 45 degrees, her nape—usually hidden by hair—reflected clearly. The writing there too.
REAL DOLL NUMBER 77
MADE BY BLACKSTARS
It all came back. The junior shyly shaking her hand, saying, "I'll vote for you in the chairman election for sure." Just one of many underlings— who would've thought she'd become Isia's owner someday.
"Kim Hoyoung... you fucking bastard! I'll kill you!!"
She knew his face, name, address, habits—everything. Ironic that living in his house gave her the chance for revenge. Isia bowed silently in apology to her snoring husband on the bed, then ditched the honeymoon solo and boarded a plane. First thing back in Korea: buy a real sword. She was a kendo black belt. Even placed in nationals. She'd use it to sever Kim Hoyoung's neck.