Chapter 5

“Anyway, I’m not sure about… putting it in.”

Amber spoke as if making excuses, and the man looked at her as if he truly couldn’t understand.

“So why not?”

“There’s the issue of contraception…”

“I’m a d*ldo, though?”

“I’m worried it’ll hurt…”

“You tried to shove it in yesterday, didn’t you?”

“That was a real d*ldo, a real tool!”

“Oh.”

“……”

“You don’t believe I’m that ‘tool’?”

Even if she suspected it, she didn’t have proof… With their positions unable to be reconciled, all Amber could do was cling to the end of her words.

“If… if I want something, you said you’d do anything the master wants.”

It was ridiculous to have the master nervously persuading the supposed tool, but she had no choice.

After a moment, he relaxed his expression and sighed.

“Touching is fine.”

“Hm?”

“That’s okay, right?”

“Uh…”

Her “uh…” was one of surprise at the suggestion, but he interpreted it his own way. Amber’s body was reacting too, and she didn’t think she could refuse even this, so she decided to let it slide as consent.

“So soft.”

“Mm…”

As if he’d been waiting, his hand grasped her chest with a softness that belied any experience with rough work. Of course, his kneading wasn’t exactly gentle.

When Amber turned her head, embarrassed by the flesh bulging between his fingers, the man began to suck like a baby.

“Uu…”

This… really felt strange. But before she could feel embarrassed, his hand reached her lower belly and found the prominent spot, rubbing it.

“You’re dripping even though I haven’t done anything.”

“You said you wouldn’t, um…”

“Yeah. I won’t put it in.”

“Ah…”

He rubbed insistently, and then one long finger slipped inside her unfamiliar place. Amber raised her voice.

“Not inside!”

“It’s just a finger. It’s way smaller than a—than that.”

Well, she’d tried to use a d*ldo, so maybe this was okay. Convinced, Amber closed her mouth again. Still, the feeling of something pushing in made her shoulders tense.

“Ha!”

Was this really okay? Before she could even voice her doubts, another finger parted her opening and entered.

“You didn’t say no to two.”

“That’s still… smaller than the d*ldo, so… ah.”

Amber couldn’t finish her sentence as her body trembled. He began to stir her insides, which had contracted in surprise.

“Ah, ang!”

A strange pleasure swept over Amber. She didn’t even realize she was spreading her legs so wide her thighs tingled, and she let out a moan. Before long, his fingers increased to three, stretching her opening.

She could feel his gaze, watching for her reactions.

“Huk.”

It didn’t hurt. Instead, she was unconsciously clenching and releasing around his fingers, as if hoping he’d stay there forever… which only made it more embarrassing.

“Do you like it, Master?”

Seeing the sheets under her hips soaked, the man gripped his organ and moved closer.

“If you keep going…”

What if he just put it in without asking? Amber couldn’t voice her worry, and the man swept his tip along her parted folds, his voice a little rough.

“Would you like me to put it in?”

“No…”

“I know. I’ll just rub. It feels better this way, right?”

“Mmm… haa…”

Just as he said, every time the blunt tip rubbed and pressed against her opening, Amber’s body grew hotter. Her wet entrance seemed ready to swallow him, but she couldn’t stop.

“How does it feel?”

“Mm, good, I—no, no…”

Amber, as if hypnotized, answered but managed to grab the thread of reason. She knew she shouldn’t… but the longer the friction lasted, the more she wanted to beg him. To do more, to rub and push even harder.

But as much as she was consumed by impulse, she was afraid he’d slip and pierce inside. With all the slickness from her fluids, it felt like he could slide in at any moment… throbbing and writhing like a living snake.

“Slowly, a little… huu…”

“Spread your legs a bit more.”

“Ah, it’s too… too weird. This, mm, this isn’t right…”

Saliva dripped from her parted lips. He licked it up as if it weren’t dirty at all, then asked in a gentle voice.

“How is it weird? Tell me in detail.”

“My stomach feels queasy, ugh, and my legs are kind of… just…”

“So you don’t like it?”

“Ha…!”

Overwhelmed, she couldn’t answer, and he took away even the last bit of her reason by pushing his tongue into her mouth. He pressed his lower body against her, moving slowly. It felt so much like real s*x that Amber squirmed, but he held firm and only rubbed.

“Is it really not okay?”

“Mm.”

‘No, it’s not okay, or maybe… maybe it is… No! What am I thinking!’

…But she’d never put much meaning into her first experience, and buying the d*ldo was for this sort of thing anyway. As dozens of thoughts flashed through her mind, Amber used the last of her reason to answer desperately.

“…Ah, no.”

“Alright.”

He kissed her with a disappointed look. At first, it was soft, but soon he sucked her tongue as if he’d pull it out, thrusting his hips rapidly. Her drenched lower body rubbed against him, sending strange sensations through her entire body.

“Ah, hak, ah.”

Amber panted as if she’d run out of breath, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Do it like this.”

He pulled her lower body up so her legs wrapped around his waist, and kept rubbing between her legs with his fingers, driving her excitement higher.

Ah. To be so aroused with a stranger… She couldn’t believe it. The situation itself was surreal. In broad daylight, with a man she didn’t know, doing this…

She reached her peak with a strange sense of guilt. Then he suddenly asked,

“You need me, right?”

“Ah…”

“Hoo… You do need me, right?”

“Yes, yes.”

At those words, the man’s organ, which seemed about to burst, hardened like a rock and then released a hot, sticky liquid below. Her body and lower half, already soaked, were now drenched with something else… It didn’t take Amber long to realize it was s*men. And then another question arose.

This man introduced himself as her d*ldo…

‘But why does that come out?’

The man broke the kiss and smiled mischievously.

* * *

Instead of losing a d*ldo, Amber gained a man…?

Amber shook the empty box that had once held the d*ldo, unable to believe what had happened overnight.

“I told you, I’m George.”

The man claiming to be d*ldo George spoke up.

Amber quickly objected.

“You could’ve just thrown away the d*ldo and tricked me…”

“Come on. What would I get from tricking you?”

He was right… After her broken engagement and fleeing to the countryside, Amber had nothing to give him. At best, she could offer her body, but he’d already satisfied himself, so he could leave at any time.

Yet, even after their encounter, the man didn’t leave the bed. He watched, unmoving, as Amber searched the house for the missing d*ldo, as if it were his own room and bed.

During that time, Amber confirmed that the d*ldo was gone and the man didn’t even have clothes to take off. In the end, Amber chose to put away the box and cross her arms.

“…So let’s say you really are the ‘real’ d*ldo.”

“Let’s say.”

He tilted his chin, as if to tell her to continue.

“So, what was that… that liquid?”

“How should I know?”

“How can you not know?”

“I did it because I wanted to.”

…So irresponsible and shameless. Whether Amber was dumbfounded or not, the man pulled her arm and wiped the inside of her exposed thigh beneath her slip.

“What, what are you doing?”

“My s*men is on you.”

Only then did Amber realize he was wiping off the leftover s*men, but she still kept her distance, eyeing him warily. The man wore a sullen expression.

“But one thing’s for sure. I really am a d*ldo.”

A d*ldo… Amber’s gaze drifted to the man’s groin. Even when not er*ect, his impressive organ resembled the d*ldo she’d bought the day before. She wasn’t an adult goods expert, so she couldn’t be sure it was the same, but its intimidating size and her gut feeling told her.

‘Why did I do that?’

As her thoughts wandered, regret crept in again. Even if it was just a s*xual act, she couldn’t deny feeling uneasy.

But… who wouldn’t be tempted when a handsome man coaxed her so gently?

Amber had never felt her body burn that way before. If he hadn’t finished—if no s*men had come out—she might have fallen for him completely.

“You chose me. You came to me at the mug section. You even complimented my size.”

“You’re a stalker?”

“Pick one—formal or informal speech.”

“…Are you a stalker?”

“That’s all you could come up with?”

Apparently not a stalker. As he recited her actions in detail, Amber grew quiet.