Real Doll (22): Oath of Eternal Loyalty
"Great Master. Real Doll Number 77 swears eternal, immortal, unchanging loyalty to you right here and now."
Isia knelt on one knee like a medieval knight, bowing her head. Her heart overflowed with joy and gratitude beyond words. Why had she resisted this man all this time...? It made no sense to her now. Why? Really, why? He was the perfect master for her to serve... It felt like she'd been the one brainwashed. To hate him. To try to harm him. Just the thought made her body shudder. If the day ever came when she hurt the Master with her own hands, even chopping off her fingers joint by joint in atonement wouldn't quell her self-loathing.
"Isia sunbae."
"Don't call me sunbae!"
Isia clung to him desperately, her face frantic. "Call me brood sow instead. Or human trash... retard... fucktoy... anything but sunbae. That's too good for me. I'm so sinful... my body's shaking!"
"Forget that... what do we do about him?"
"? Him?"
My mom cleans the floor of my room twice a day with a mop. Bodily fluids—love juices, semen, sometimes even piss—soak it constantly. But she'd never seen the floor papered in red blood like today.
Oh Jingoo writhed on the ground, screaming in agony.
"Aaaargh! S-save me! Please save meee!!"
"Seriously, sunbae... what if you just straight-up slice his wrist like that?"
"That insolent scum dared to grab the Master's collar, so I gave him the punishment he deserved."
There was no mercy in Isia's expression. Still, he was her husband. Oh Jingoo's stroke of luck was that Gaedung had shown up today to pay his "salary" tribute at our house. I asked the doctor to handle emergency treatment and ordered Mom to clean up the blood thoroughly. Luckily, it wasn't life-threatening, and the competent doc stopped the bleeding, silencing the wails.
"I-Isia noona! You're totally brainwashed by Kim Hoyoung right now, aren't you? I'll definitely free you!"
As soon as he could breathe, Jingoo started mouthing off again.
"......"
Isia turned to look at me. It felt like she was silently asking, May I speak? I nodded.
"What are you talking about, Jingoo? The Master hasn't brainwashed me at all. I swear on my honor. I'm not unfree in the slightest—I'm happier than ever. If you truly love me, stop clinging and just leave. You're embarrassing the Master."
"No way! Th-that can't be! We were so happy together—why are you leaving me? Think about the love we shared, noona!"
"Haa~~"
Isia looked downright troubled, like a middle-schooler blushing because her parents showed up at class.
"Don't you get it yet? I could never fall for a guy with a tiny dick like yours."
"Wh-what'd you say?"
"Sure, you're nice. I'll give you that. But being nice doesn't make you a man. You have zero appeal as a male."
Isia's gaze locked onto my cock. The instant she saw it, her face turned slutty like a whore's, her posture slumping in submission.
"Look at this...♡ Just seeing the Master's cock makes any female drop to her knees. No woman can resist it...♡ That's the charm of a superior male who makes you realize that obvious truth. Women...♡ are drawn to men who make them submit, not ones who submit to them. Slurp♡ Slurp♡"
"Starting a blowjob on your own initiative, eh? Real Doll Number 77."
"But Master was making that 'suck me' face...♡"
"Heh. Fair enough."
The Real Doll's mouth-pussy enveloped my cock. Her tongue slithered up the shaft like a snake, her throat bumping against the glans. She deepthroated relentlessly, not even pausing for breath.
"Mmph♡ Mmph♡ Mmmph♡ Mmmph♡"
"You're an idiot too, Isia sunbae. I even let you go once so you could live as a human. Heir to the Trauma Bakery conglomerate. A kind, good husband. You threw away social status, family bliss, everything to become a Real Doll?"
"But Master's cock feels so good♡ Nothing beats getting impaled on it...♡ I, Real Doll Number 77, love Master's cock more than my human life... more than my husband... more than my job...♡"
"No waaay!!!"
Bleeding profusely, Oh Jingoo screamed with his last ounce of strength. Getting NTR'd right after marriage would drive anyone mad. But Isia's resolve was ironclad. She pleaded with her husband in a voice trembling like she was cumming.
"Please, honey. Just... let me go. I swear, being Master's Real Doll is better than being your wife. If you really love me... don't ruin my happiness."
"Fine, Oh Jingoo. She's a Real Doll anyway. If you need another one, take that one."
I pointed at Real Doll Number 78, sprawled motionless on the floor. Jingoo's weary eyes fixed on her semen-drenched ass. Better than nothing, right?
"I'm done playing with you, Oh Jingoo. The village drama's gone on long enough. I even gave you a shot once—wiped Isia's memories, let her become your woman. You blew it. No second chances. Take Number 78 and get out."
"...O-okay."
Hypnosis, obviously. No way a loser like him resists. The annoying husband picked up Number 78 and trudged out.
"Eeeek♡ Master's cock is heeere♡ Ahh♡ So glad I dumped my husband!"
I paused mid-thrust—Isia had poked the sore spot—but kept going.
"Master's cock is waaay better than Jingoo♡ As Master's Real Doll, I'll live solely for his sexual needs! Everything I am is for Hoyoung-nim!! Ahh...♡ So glad I became a Real Doll. Hundreds of times happier than as a human...♡"
Isia even felt a smug superiority over women still living as humans. Like an intellectual elite pitying cave-dwellers ignorant of the sunlit fields outside. I'd thought the same before submitting to Master—living free as a human must be worth more than being used as a tool. What an idiot. Without experiencing it. Reality? Being Master's Real Doll is infinitely happier than being some human.
"Use me until you're bored, Master...♡ I love you♡"
Tears, snot, spit, pussy juice... every fluid her body could produce gushed out as Isia vowed to live eternally as a Real Doll. All her past suffering made sense now—it led to this. She was happy. Another housemate joined my home.
#Epilogue 1. The Excellent Bodyguard
Every Friday, Park Jisu climbs the hill. The heat of late summer lingers despite the changing season. Still, her steps up the incline are light. Just past this, she'll finally meet her beloved Hoyoung-nim. His house always has the front door open, so once she reaches the hill's end, she just walks in.
But—
"Who the hell are you?"
"......"
The moment her hand touched the doorknob, a sharp blade pressed against her nape. Cold steel kissed her skin. Impeccable skill—she hadn't even sensed the approach. So this is the rumored one...
"I'm Park Jisu. Didn't Hoyoung-nim mention? I have an appointment."
"Show proof you're the Master's acquaintance."
"Sigh~"
Proof? Racking her brain, she heard a whirr~ from below and got an idea. She hiked up her skirt, pulled the busy dildo from her pussy, slick with juices, and showed it to Isia.
"This dildo was custom-made to match Hoyoung-nim's exact size and girth. I begged him specially for it. Proof enough?"
Isia's voice shifted to a mechanical tone. Lasers shot from her eyes, scanning the dildo. Damn, she's really not human—a true Real Doll. Park Jisu was inwardly impressed.
"Okay. That's enough?"
"My deepest apologies. You're the Master's acquaintance. As a mere Real Doll, I've been terribly rude to you, human. I beg your forgiveness."
"No worries. I get it."
Park Jisu patted Isia's head as she bowed 90 degrees in atonement, magnanimously forgiving her.
"Heard Hoyoung-nim's using you as a guard 'cause uninvited guests keep showing up? Makes sense—a guy like him needs a bodyguard."
"Yes. As a Real Doll, I don't need sleep, so I guard him 24/7, even at night."
"Whoa... that's badass? No sleep needed? Wow. No one on Earth could top you as a guard. Even the toughest, most loyal fighter needs rest."
Suddenly, she pictured Himeko stubbornly claiming she could pull all-nighters too. That girl would ditch Prime Minister for Hoyoung-nim's shadow in a heartbeat.
"...Heh."
"? Why are you laughing, human?"
"Nothing. Oh, right—haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Park Jisu. We'll probably see each other a lot. Nice to meet you."
"Yes... likewise."
As they shook hands, Park Jisu realized Isia's gaze held zero humanity or warmth. Not human, after all—she faked friendliness purely as duty to her Master, caring nothing for human bonds.
She's a Real Doll to the bone.
"Heard you arrange women for the Master, Park Jisu-nim."
"Yeah. Why?"
"Who's visiting today?"
"Himeko's coming later. Bet it'll be fun when you two meet."
"?"
"Hehe. Can't wait."
Himeko, upon hearing her revered Emperor had a bodyguard, immediately requested an audience. She grilled seated Isia like a job interviewer—combat skills, mental fortitude, values—testing her worth.
"If your parents disrespected His Majesty, what would you do?"
"I have no parents. I'm a Real Doll..."
"You fool! The answer's 'slice their throats without mercy, even parents'! Loyalty lacking! Can we really trust this girl by His Majesty's side...? I'd rather I be his shadow!"
I calmed her impulsive resignation threat with my cock. Isia and Himeko need time to warm up.