Kim Do-hyun Is My Toy
Kim Do-hyun is my toy. That loser bastard. A dickless bastard. A bastard who only looks decent on the outside. A bastard who can't even fight better than me. A bastard who stutters the moment our eyes meet. A bastard who can't do a single goddamn thing. He was just a retard. Because he was such a retard, he spent his life running errands for me like I told him to.
“Haa, ha… hoo…” He was no different from the ants crawling along the roadside. The kind that get kicked this way and that until they’re finally crushed underfoot. Even ants are better than him, though—at least you step around them when you see them. That’s how much lower he was than an ant.
And now that same bastard was acting like he knew something… trying to lecture me again. It wasn’t just that it felt bad. The feeling was something words couldn’t fully capture. The only thing that came to mind was that tired old line about getting bitten by the dog you raised.
Arrogant little shit. The bastard who came in my room, blew his load, and ran.
“Hey, this… this, this…”
“…What, fuck. Never touched a pussy before?”
His pupils and voice were trembling. Even the fingers touching me down there were shaking.
“Ah, well… I mean, so…”
He avoided my eyes. And yet yesterday he’d had the nerve to mock me like that. Still, his expression was the same now—mouth hanging open in shock and awe, eyebrows twitching, eyes squinting like he was about to drool. He couldn’t control his face, so it ended up looking ambiguous and pathetic.
“Hnn, hngh…♥”
“A-ah, Eun-ji…”
His body trembled with excitement and agitation. His fingertips quivered against my pussy.
“…Feels good? Touching a girl’s pussy like that?”
“……”
It was still over his pants and underwear, but the way his fingers shook on top of my pussy probably wouldn’t have been much different if he’d been touching bare skin.
“……Why aren’t you answering? Does it feel good, you fucking bastard?”
I already knew what he’d say, but I still wanted to hear it from his mouth.
“Uh, well, I mean…”
“…You were running your mouth just fine yesterday. Why the hell are you stuttering and acting like an idiot today…”
He kept hesitating, unable to spit it out. All he had to do was say whatever he was thinking. What the hell was he so worried about? What was he being so careful about? His lips just kept twitching. He refused to give me the answer I wanted.
“…Ha! Still, at least he’s got a dick like a real guy…”
I yanked the blanket off him. It was just a thin summer blanket, nothing special. And underneath it, something was pushing up. His cock was rock-hard, tenting the blanket high.
“Uh, w-wait a second!”
“Where the fuck do you get off raising your voice?”
I grabbed the blanket and threw it aside.
“……Your underwear’s about to rip.”
He was wearing plain boxer briefs—the kind some auntie probably bought for him in a set from a home shopping channel. Solid color, nothing fancy.
“…It got fucking huge, huh?”
“Uh, y-yeah…”
“Doesn’t it feel tight?”
“Uh… yeah, it’s tight, ah…”
At this point, I didn’t need to hesitate. I grabbed his underwear and yanked it straight down.
“Lift your hips.”
“……”
I figured I must’ve looked pretty commanding right now. After all, the loser in front of me was still gaping like an idiot.
“…At least he listens well when it comes to this.”
He lifted his hips right away, just like I told him. His underwear caught a few times on his thighs and knees, but eventually it slid all the way down. With a soft thud, it dropped to the floor under the bed.
“Hoo…”
…It was still fucking massive. I’d never planned on letting that thing inside me, but there was no denying how ridiculously big it was. And there was no way something that size would ever fit in me…
“Hey…”
My eyes were glued to his cock. It was impossible not to stare—its sheer size and presence were overwhelming. If I exaggerated a little, it looked as thick as my forearm. And with those disgusting veins bulging along it, it might’ve even been thicker.
“…Gulp.”
Cold sweat ran down my back. This was only the second time, but facing it still made me tense up every time.
“Hoo, fuck… What the hell did you do to make it this big…”
It was obvious it was because of me. His eyes, his trembling hands, his twitching shoulders said it all.
“Heh, heehee… What are you getting so worked up about all by yourself, huh?”
Twitch. Twitch. His cock moved on its own, and clear fluid—probably precum—dripped messily from the tip.
“A-ah!”
I wrapped both hands around it. It was so thick that one hand wasn’t enough; I needed both just to hold it properly.
“…It’s so fucking big for no reason…”
It didn’t even feel like a real man’s cock. Especially not the cock of the loser who used to live next door. It was hot, twitching, moving like it was alive—more like a toy than anything else. Not a real dick, but something made to look like one. And since it was a toy… and since that loser was my toy… then this cock was my toy too, in a way.
“Hey, does it feel good? Huh? When someone asks you a fucking question, you’re supposed to answer.”
What had been soft a moment ago quickly hardened. It went from firm to rock-hard in seconds.
“Ah…”
A spurt of white fluid leaked from the tip. It wasn’t much, but unlike the earlier clear, watery precum, this was thicker and stickier.
“…You’re really worked up, huh.”
His face was twisted, eyes squeezed shut, and his hand trapped between my thighs kept fidgeting.
“…Stop trying to touch it on the sly.”
Even now, the loser was still glancing around nervously.
“Touch it properly, you retard.”
I grabbed the back of his hand and pressed his palm firmly against me.
“…Ahn♥”
A slightly embarrassing sound slipped out. It was more of a moan than anything, and I couldn’t hold it back. But I didn’t feel ashamed. After all, it was just a toy in front of me—what did it matter what I did?
Kim Do-hyun was my toy. My personal toy. That was my conclusion, and the reason I could moan without feeling embarrassed.
“…You, hngh… When else would you ever get to touch a girl’s pussy, huh?”
The place that had been itchy and hot now felt a little cooler, like scratching an itch.
“Ah… Yeah. I… when else would I…”
He spoke with a dazed expression. And that reaction made perfect sense—this loser probably never thought he’d get to touch a girl’s pussy in his entire life.
“You want to touch it?”
“……”
“Answer me, fuck.”
“…Yeah. I want to touch it. I really want to.”
“You shameless bastard. Where the hell do you get off—”
I raised my hand. He flinched and turned his head to the side, which was almost cute.
“…Move your hand.”
“Ah, yeah! I-I moved it.”
The hand that had been between my legs—the hand of that clueless Kim Do-hyun—quickly pulled away.
“Lie down on your back.”
“…Lie down?”
“Don’t make that stupid face. Just fucking lie down.”
“Uh, yeah!”
His face was full of anticipation. Like he actually thought I might let him fuck me. The sight made my lower stomach tingle.
“Haa…”
He flopped onto his back like a dog rolling over on command. Calling him a dog felt generous given his size, so “mutt” suited him better. His cock swayed heavily as he moved.
“…Hup!”
It looked too good to just stare at, so I climbed on top and pressed my foot down lightly.
“Haa, ha… haaah…”
He twitched and squirmed, unable to stay still. My heart pounded at the sight.
Slide. Slide.
“Ah, uh, uhh…”
I did what I’d been wanting to do. His shorts slid down, leaving only his underwear hanging loosely.
“Uh, uh, that, ah…”
Kim Do-hyun’s constantly shifting expression was entertaining. It was the complete opposite of his blank reaction yesterday. Seeing the response I wanted sent a shiver through my whole body.
“Want a closer look?”
His eyes looked like they were about to pop out. I finally understood what people meant when they said someone’s eyes got as big as saucers.
“…Is that okay?”
His face was flushed with excitement, his body unable to stay still. I slowly moved forward, straddling him and lowering myself bit by bit.
“Whoa…”
A small gasp of admiration escaped him, and it pleased me. Our eyes met—his face right between my legs, flushed and eager.
“Closer?”
“…Yeah.”
“Ha! Fuck… You’ve got no manners at all.”
He kept swallowing. His eyes stayed fixed on what was between my legs as he licked his lips over and over. I could feel my panties getting wet from that alone.
“Move and you die. Stay still. Just stay still.”
“…Yeah.”
“Haaah…”
I felt at ease. The guy beneath me was Kim Do-hyun. Kim Do-hyun was my toy. And now my panties were slowly descending toward that toy’s face.