Chapter 1 – The Identity of the Tool

One day, he became aware of his own existence.

‘Who am I?’

But that was it. It was impossible for him to move his body, make a sound, or show any kind of physiological change. He simply existed in darkness and silence.

Just stillness, just darkness.

“…….”

That was how he first learned loneliness. In a word, it was a rotten feeling. To think that was all there was to learn….

The second thing he learned was emptiness. This too, in a word, was a very rotten feeling. How did he end up in an environment where he could only learn things like this?

And by the third, he began to feel boredom. Rottenness aside… at this point, if only he could leave, he felt he could do anything.

Thankfully, before he could learn a fourth emotion, a change arrived. With a faint light, two unfamiliar men tore into the space where he existed. One had a messy beard and the other was short and stocky.

“Just bring out what’s useful.”

The two glanced around, and suddenly shone a lantern in his direction. He felt as if he had made eye contact with one of them.

Human? Man?

He felt a sense of joy at recognizing them. The short man stared at him intently, then abruptly picked him up.

“It’s about time you came out of the warehouse.”

With those words, he finally understood where he was, though not completely. As far as he knew, a warehouse was a place to store goods or materials, and from his experience, it was dark, cold, and lonely.

Why had he been left in such a place?

Determined never to return to that rotten warehouse, he was covered with a mysterious box. It was even narrower and more suffocating than the warehouse, and he wanted to beg to be let out, but no sound came out, so his opinion was ignored. He became anxious.

‘Am I a beast that cannot bark?’

Was he being sold off as a toy after being trapped in the warehouse? Or maybe, judged useless, he was about to be discarded. Darn it. Nothing was clear, and it was enough to drive him crazy.

The man took him out after some time had passed.

‘Where am I now?’

Judging by the displayed items, it looked like a fancy general store. But it wasn’t just inanimate objects. There were snails in glass jars and snakes turned into liquor, strange sights that made him think he’d seen just about everything—even though he hadn’t lived that long.

He was left there for several days.

The messy general store seemed more popular than expected. Dozens of people came and went every day, and they’d buy all sorts of junk without hesitation.

Yet no one paid him any attention. Sometimes people looked at him with curiosity, or with disgust as if he were some ugly creature, but they never chose him.

There was even a time like this. Among a group of well-dressed women browsing the store, one found him and approached.

“Oh my, look at this. It’s so hideous.”

At her words, her companions crowded around to gawk at him.

“Goodness… what is this? But it is interesting, isn’t it?”

“Don’t say scary things. If Miss Ailee’s fiancé saw this, he’d tear it apart on the spot.”

“Oh, surely not!”

Among their countless gazes, some were heated with interest, so he hoped for a moment, but the women soon lost interest and turned away from him. It was rotten. He wanted to cling to their dress hems and beg to be taken away.

‘How hideous am I? D＊mn.’

When he was in the warehouse, he thought anywhere would be better than there, but now he desperately wanted to escape this dreadful store. He couldn’t be sure, since he couldn’t see outside, but including the warehouse, he was sure he’d been rotting here for at least two months.

‘Anyone is fine.’

He prayed with a heart squeezing out tears that wouldn’t come, promising to live kindly and do anything asked if only someone would choose him.

But day after day, week after week… he was never chosen. Eventually, his mind changed slyly.

‘Whoever takes me now, I’ll make them regret being so late. I’ll torment them plenty. I’ll ask why they took so long.’

His prayer was answered about a week later.

It was a woman whose only distinguishing feature was her curly hair. She was that ordinary. Not even a compliment could call her pretty….

The woman browsed the store, and after a while, found him and came over. She stared at him with brown eyes the color of her hair, bringing her face so close he could clearly see the freckles on her nose and cheeks.

“Really big.”

After staring at him for a long time, the woman suddenly spoke. Having only heard insults like ‘hideous,’ ‘creepy,’ and ‘someone might tear it apart,’ her simple evaluation calmed his angry heart a little.

‘Big’ wasn’t a bad thing. Yes, true beauty comes from the heart. Even if she was plain, a kind woman like this choosing him would be nice.

Just as he was beginning to hope again—

“……How much is this?”

The woman, after some hesitation, pointed at him with a look of great courage.

“What.”

The male owner nearby glanced at him. With a look as if to say ‘Was that thing really in my shop?’ and then ‘Are you really going to buy it?’ the owner looked at the woman.

“……Just give me 5 silver for that.”

“Here. P-please wrap it up carefully.”

Finally.

He knew better than anyone now that he couldn’t cry, but his heart was ready to weep. That’s how long and arduous the journey had been….

He was put back in a box, but it didn’t feel as terrible as before. He was finally saying goodbye to the dreadful store. His discomfort vanished, and if he could make a sound, he would have hummed. He wanted to kiss his new owner to say thank you.

The woman seemed happy to have him too, humming outside the box. Maybe it was just his imagination, but compared to her plain face, her singing sounded rather nice.

With rattling and rumbling, the woman carried him somewhere.

After what felt like a long time, he sensed the box being set down, and then heard the woman take a deep breath. She seemed unaware that his own nervousness at finally leaving that place was several times greater.

“It’s okay…….”

The woman muttered as she opened the box.

“From today, you’re George.”

With her small hands, she lifted him up and solemnly gave him a name.

He wanted to respond.

Thank you, Master. I’ll serve you with all my heart.

But his loyalty didn’t last long. The woman took him to the bed and suddenly lifted her dress. He could handle that much, but when she pushed him inside her dress, between her soft thighs, he couldn’t hide his confusion.

‘Huh?’

He had promised to serve her with all his heart… but this was strange. What was happening?

Whether he knew what to do or not, his head was pushed into the gap between the woman’s legs. Something damp and strange soaked his entire body. Even though only his head was slightly wet, the woman let out strained moans.

‘D＊mn! What is this?’

Confusion lasted only a moment, and then, after months, he finally realized his true identity.

“Ugh… I knew you’d be a big one.”

He was a d*ldo.