Chapter 7 – D―13

“C-can’t breathe.”

Amber soon recovered. He hugged her so tightly she had to push him away, and he let her go easily.

“Haa…”

Amber’s eyes widened as she checked between her legs. She couldn’t deny it now. Where the d*ldo should have been, the man’s organ, identical to the d*ldo, was there.

“Do you believe it now?”

“What is this…”

“Want me to explain again?”

“Were you pretending to be a d*ldo on purpose? To make me believe?”

When Amber asked, looking up, he laughed as if it was absurd.

“Do I really have to go that far?”

“Then what…”

“How would I know something the shop owner who sold me didn’t?”

“How did you know I went to the shop?”

Could he hear voices even as a d*ldo? As Amber tried to confirm, her stomach rumbled. She blushed, thinking it was her own, but soon realized it was the man.

“Uh…?”

He looked flustered too. Amber asked,

“Are you hungry?”

“Seems like it.”

“So you are, or aren’t you?”

“I’m hungry.”

…Can a d*ldo get hungry? Now he’d become a person, and he even felt hunger.

It was all strange, but Amber was glad he felt hunger—it was better than staying in that position.

“Where are you going?”

He grabbed her clothes as she got up, looking like a dog waiting for its owner or a lost child. Amber, soft-hearted toward animals and kids, answered kindly without thinking.

“You said you’re hungry. I can make something simple.”

She tapped his hand, meaning to let go of her clothes.

“Is there anything you can’t eat? I have some meat left over from this morning.”

“I don’t know.”

Thankfully, he let her go easily. Yesterday, he’d seemed stubborn, but apparently even d*ldos can’t resist hunger.

“Do you want to put this on?”

Amber handed him the shawl from the bed. Again, the d*ldo was docile.

“Give it.”

It was all so strange, but it was happening, so she went with the flow. She needed to keep things moving smoothly, at least.

But that flow broke as soon as Amber left the room. Very quickly. She turned to look at the man who had followed her out.

“Um… could you wait in the room?”

“I don’t want to.”

“……”

He wasn’t exactly causing trouble, but his large frame meant the shawl barely covered him, leaving his important parts completely exposed. A n*ked man wandering the house was a bit much.

“…Then just wait a minute.”

Amber had no choice but to look for clothes for him to wear. Women’s clothes were as useless as the shawl, so she needed her late grandfather’s clothes.

The problem was whether she’d kept them… After searching the closet, it seemed she’d thrown them out.

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“The clothes I was going to give you, Grandfather’s…”

Amber sighed and looked up, realizing she was eye-level with his private parts. He was standing next to her, holding the lamp. Amber turned away, then stood up as if nothing had happened.

“I think you’ll have to stay like that for now.”

“Guess so.”

Why was she the one embarrassed, not the exhibitionist?

Still, Amber decided to stay positive. Maybe he’d turn back into a d*ldo soon. She would just endure until then.

“Shall we eat?”

Focusing on cooking, she poured chopped chicken and beaten eggs into a hot frying pan. The sizzling sound was especially pleasant at night.

As she plated the cooked meat, he spoke.

“I don’t even know my master’s name.”

Beside her, the man was standing crookedly. He called her ‘master’, but Amber wondered if there was any need to tell him her name. Still, since there was no reason to hide it, she placed tomatoes on the plate and told him.

“If you like, you can call me Amber. What about you…?”

“You said I’m George.”

The man replied smoothly, and as Amber carried the finished food to the table, he sat across from her.

“I’m not sure if you’ll like it, but it’s an egg scramble with tomatoes and chicken.”

“I’ll eat well, Master.”

The man—George—naturally took a glass of water and drank. Without giving a moment’s pause, he started eating, and Amber wondered if she should teach him how to use a fork, feeling a bit stunned.

“What are you staring at?”

“…Nothing. Nothing at all.”

His straight posture and elegant attitude reminded Amber of the high nobles at the academy who ate like George. Except for the fact that he was n*ked like a pervert, he had perfect aristocratic manners.

Do d*ldos get etiquette lessons these days? Amber had a random thought as he spoke.

“Master, you cook well. It’s delicious.”

“Mmm. I’m glad.”

“Not as good as you, though.”

No, she took back the ‘elegant’ comment. Such suggestive words! At the academy, this would’ve earned him a heap of penalty points for s*xual harassment.

‘Well, it suits the situation.’

Amber unconsciously admired the body visible between the unfastened shawl. It was a good sight, after all.

On the first day, she’d only looked at his face, but now she saw that George’s body was just as impressive. If she were a literature major, she would have wanted to describe his broad shoulders with every fancy phrase she knew; his chest was firm and large, and the muscles and veins in his neck and collarbone were aesthetically pleasing. If she were an art student, she might have wanted him as a model.

Then George asked,

“If I learn, can I do this too?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?”

“Yeah, I learned when I was a kid, so now I can do this.”

“When as a kid?”

George showed interest. Amber shrugged.

“I was about ten.”

“Why?”

“My mother passed away then.”

Of course, there wasn’t much reason for young Amber to cook.

If her father had been whole, she wouldn’t have learned so early. Back then, he didn’t have the energy or spirit to take care of anyone. The house was a mess, and he grew thinner by the day.

So, for survival, Amber had to pull herself together. She had to fill the void her mother left.

But there was no need to explain all that… Amber brushed it off.

“It was a long time ago. By the way, where did you learn table manners?”

“What manners?”

George looked at Amber curiously as she quickly changed the subject.

“You. Only properly educated nobles eat like that—no clinking of utensils, sitting up straight.”

“Who knows. All I remember is some crappy warehouse and being displayed in a shabby shop.”

…How could that be? He spoke like someone who’d lived on the streets for years, but his gesture of putting down the fork was so aristocratic.

If he wasn’t lying about being a d*ldo, maybe it was some built-in function… Even if he were human, he’d be an odd type, and meeting someone like this was strange for Amber. After all, a d*ldo turning into a human defied all logic.

Amber finally gave up trying to understand. The more she thought, the more her head hurt.

“Can we do it now?”

George wiped his mouth with a dishcloth, and Amber was about to tell him that’s not what dishcloths are for, but she forgot what she was going to say and asked in surprise.

“What?”

“You know I’m a d*ldo now.”

“That’s true, but…”

“So it’s time to have s*x.”

Is it?

“No?”

Isn’t it? Or is it? Amber didn’t deny it, but couldn’t agree either. George continued.

“Helping you sleep through s*x—that’s my job, right?”

“Mmm…”

S*x did help her sleep easier, but thinking of his existence as just sleep-inducing s*x… She couldn’t ignore the idea of rights, even for a d*ldo.

If he weren’t in human form, maybe it wouldn’t bother her.

But as it was, she didn’t feel comfortable at all.

‘No, that’s not it…’

Maybe comfort wasn’t the issue. Amber was so tired that even worrying about it felt exhausting. She needed sleep. One night’s rest wouldn’t fix her fatigue.

And it wasn’t just sleep that motivated her. She wanted to confirm if George turning back into a d*ldo was triggered by *jaculation, and…

Her conscience wouldn’t let her skip the details, but by the time her reason returned, she’d already gone too far. Amber was repeating the same reckless act she’d done that morning.

“You know, Master, you’re so s*xy right now.”

“Wa… wait!”

“Is there a problem?”

No. She was repeating herself—on the bed, lying with her legs spread, George’s body over hers.

This time, George really seemed ready to penetrate. He tilted his head, holding his organ as if daring her to object.

“You know I’m a d*ldo now. Have you ever heard of a d*ldo getting someone pregnant from *jaculation? I haven’t.”

Amber hadn’t heard of such a rare case either. If she had, it would be worth researching. If only he weren’t driving her to the edge with relentless caresses, she might have agreed, but his lips kept her from saying anything.

“Mm.”

Their tongues tangled, and saliva mixed. Just the kiss was enough to scatter her thoughts, and he rubbed his thick tip against her entrance.

“Is being a v*rgin that important?”

Of course not. She’d bought a d*ldo out of stubbornness to lose her so-called virginity! As the actual d*ldo, he surely knew the answer… When she shook her head, George asked as if nothing else mattered.

“There’s a safe s*x tool right in front of you, and you’re in the perfect state for s*x—so what’s the problem?”

“Haa.”

Every time his thick shaft slid over her, her body grew hotter, and her grip on reason slipped.