Helena's Too-Real Toybox
Helena Michele started by pulling out the smallest dildo. It was just a bit smaller than the Korean average. This must be the warm-up one, he thought.
The next one was about the standard Korean average size. Its shape was blatantly explicit.
"Huh?" What was that? Was it my imagination? It felt like the dildo just moved...
He picked up the dildo and examined it. It was shaped like a blatant cock, but still, it was undeniably a dildo. Yet an urge to hurl it away surged through him as goosebumps prickled his entire body.
"Hiiiiaaaah!"
He threw it onto the bed and his hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't forget that sensation. It was... exactly like a real person's cock.
"What the hell? It's just the texture, right?"
He asked the servant, as if denying the reality, even though it wouldn't answer. The servant, who had only been smiling blankly, picked up the dropped dildo and held it out to him.
Damn it, does this thing think or not? I can't read it at all.
It just kept smiling, no sense of self, making it impossible to guess its thoughts. He took it back and gripped it again—yep, the texture was no illusion. It felt exactly like a real human cock, complete with the warmth.
"Ugh... this feels so weird."
It was like holding an actual man's dick. Not his own, but someone else's. It wriggled—
"Gyaaaak!"
Uwaaaah! It just wriggled! He wanted to drop it but barely held on. It was someone else's possession, so he had to handle it carefully. And if it really was what he suspected...
He asked the servant, "This isn't a real person's cock, right?"
No response. Just a smile. He felt like he'd asked something stupid.
With trembling hands, he brought the cock close to his crotch. Suddenly, confidence welled up.
Mine's bigger! Not overwhelmingly so, but still, he was the winner.
Drunk on superiority, he caught the servant staring blankly at him and suddenly felt embarrassed. The texture was still too unfamiliar, so he tossed it back to the servant like it was hot and pulled out the next dildo.
"Hah, is this for real?"
This one... well, it surpassed any Asian standard. It had that American bloodline vibe, even the pale coloring.
Too realistic. It looked like someone had sliced off a real cock and turned it into a dildo. Did all magicians only use stuff like this?
He held it up to his crotch—it was just a tad bigger than his. The girth too.
"Ugh... wriggling again."
He shoved it back into the jewelry box and glanced at the next one, but he had zero curiosity to touch it. A massive black dildo. Yeah... Africa. Pure African superiority.
"Why couldn't I have a cock like that?"
As he muttered meaningless lamentations, a thought struck him. With magic, maybe? Magic could... make his cock African-sized too...
But could I even fit an African one inside Sena? If he trained her, maybe, but she'd probably hate it. Her build looked like even American size might be a stretch.
Lost in serious contemplation, his eyes landed on an oddly shaped anal beads set. Sturdy beads strung together in round orbs. But unlike the dildos, that was it for anal toys.
"Has Helena used all of these?"
That massive African one inside Helena? And anal beads meant she'd tried the back door too.
"What an incredible woman."
A woman who'd tried everything. Experience made all the difference. Of course, saying this to her face might cost him his youth.
But touching the anal beads, even though they looked like it, gave off a different vibe. This one could hold mana.
"Like this?"
He imagined infusing it with mana and reshaped it arbitrarily. Success. The mana-infused anal beads wriggled, then morphed like clay.
He'd pictured a simple dildo— one identical to his own cock. The beads transformed into an exact replica.
"Oh, ooh! That's amazing!"
Magic really was incredible. Come to think of it, he could learn magic now too? And he'd eavesdropped on classes before. Magic favored those with rich imaginations.
Next came a 30cm soft, floppy tool; a weapon-like dildo too huge for any body; and an anal plug. But it wasn't just any plug. Bzzz— a round, triangular vibrating anal plug.
"Ahaha! What is this? So fun!"
Was magic always this entertaining? He'd started out just wanting lewd toys, but suddenly he was hooked on the freedom of magic.
He was checking if the octopus-tentacle-like one with suction cups worked when—
"Having fun?"
Helena stood leaning against the doorway, watching him quietly. Since when? Her tone suggested she'd known from the start.
"Heh, Helena."
He hurriedly shoved the anal beads back and stood up. Right now, he was a rude thief playing with her forbidden toys.
"Sorry. I..."
"It's fine. I already knew."
Helena approached and stroked the head of the servant watching her.
"My servants already told me you were coming and rummaging through my toys."
"What?"
"My servants share emotions, vision, and thoughts. I suspected you'd come to my bedroom."
"Sorry."
Helena ignored his apology and sat beside where he'd been.
"Why the long face?"
She pulled out a dildo and examined it as she asked. He sat back down, feeling awkward.
"You're not mad?"
"Hmm~ How should I punish a boy who touches others' things without permission?"
She plopped the dildo onto his thigh.
"Shall I put this in your ass?"
"...Pl-please spare my ass, at least..."
"Or maybe..."
Her hand slid up toward his crotch. She didn't grab, but her fingertips unmistakably brushed his cock.
"Turn your cock into one of my dildos?"
..........
...?
"What did you just say?"
Helena answered with a beaming smile. Ah, he'd let his guard down around these magicians who could grind humans into meat for spell components. So these dildos weren't just shaped like real cocks—they were real cocks...!
"Just kidding."
Please understand if he pissed himself right there. He couldn't imagine life without his dick.
Color drained from his face, then blood rushed back.
"But, Lee Hyun."
Helena tidied the adult toys and pushed the jewelry box toward the head of the bed. She smiled kindly, but he knew smiles didn't always mean kindness.
"I'll let it slide since I know you didn't mean harm."
A warning and advice. Don't forget. Everyone around him was a magician—competitive, obsessive about possessions. None were truly merciful or kind.
"Never touch a magician's belongings carelessly."
"I was careless."
"If it had been another magician, I couldn't have saved you."
Helena scooted closer, pressing her thigh against his and stroking his leg. Hmm? What was with this touch?
"They could've turned you into an eternal meat lump, draining mana forever."
"Ha, haha..."
Helena. I laughed. So add "just kidding" at the end now. Oh, damn. Why just smile without saying it? Now it sounds real!
...Is it real?
"Be careful."
"Sorry..."
Helena stood from the bed. She turned her back to him, and he stared at the curve of her figure.
"Can I ask something?"
"Anything."
"How far have you gone with Sena?"
He swallowed hard. Why ask that? But he couldn't answer. Players had to keep their lips sealed. Trust came from guarding a partner's secrets.
"Sorry, but I can't say."
"Oh? Why?"
"Everyone has privacy. Sorry."
Helena turned her head and smiled sweetly.
"You value trust. I like that even more."
Then she slipped off her robe. It slid from her shoulders with a soft rustle and dropped to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties—her naked body revealed without warning.
Smooth shoulders flowing into arms. Sideboob so full it was visible from behind. Hips and ass wide enough to drive men mad, even with a bit of plushness—rivaling her magnificent breasts.
Witnessing it up close left his mind blank. It felt surreal. Helena naked in front of him? Uttering that carelessly could mean beheading.
"At least as much as you did to Sena—or rougher. Treat me that way."
Helena turned fully. She swept her hair up with both hands, looking like a goddess of beauty from myth. Sensual. Voluptuous. Elegant. Beautiful. Every word fit her perfectly.
Her sexiness could turn men into beasts in heat.
"Show me what you did to Sena."