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It’d been two weeks since Jisung had stopped coming to school. Everyone in Felix, Chan, and Changbin’s class had figured their own theories as to his disappearance. Dozens of their classmate’s eyes were trained on them, part in pity and part in relief - Han Jisung was a verbally abusive, bullying, conniving bastard who made the school life of anyone unfortunate enough to be of a lower class or social standing as him hell.
"You remember that girl who sits next to me, she hasn't shown up in forever either!” Felix exclaimed, worry creasing his brow.
"I heard he's been missing for weeks now." Chan added.
"All the teachers act like nothing's happened... He must have gotten picked to be a Love Doll!” Changbin whispered, the two other boys squirming in discomfort at the mention of the possibility.
Felix rolled his eyes. "No, no, something must've just happened with his family. I mean, you're more likely to get hit by a car than that law. No way he got picked."
Their theorizing was interrupted by the rumbling of their stomachs. “Hey, can we stop by the store before I head home, I’m starving,” changing the subject. The three of them made their way to the store, the implications of Jisung’s disappearance still weighing heavily on their shoulders.
This day marked five years since the highly controversial “Men’s Social Service” law was implemented, drafting random citizens to perform forced social service. A specialized collar is fixed on chosen citizen's necks, robbing their ability to freely move or think. Critics denounced the law as “oppressive” and a form of modern-day sexual slavery. However, studies have shown that sexually based offenses have decreased dramatically since the law was put in place, as well as owning a Social Welfare Supply being linked to better mental health, particularly in young men, who have suffered from increased rates of loneliness, frustration, and decreased sexual activity in recent years. Half a decade later, Social Welfare Supplies had now become common enough that convenience stores began to install aisles of locally-sourced dolls as casually as they did packs of chips and ramyun.
Stationed right at the entrance to the store was an aisle filled shoulder-to-shoulder with cardboard boxes, each packed with women of all ages and sizes, all fitted with the same collar that designated them all as “Love Dolls”. Row upon row of the eerie dolls stood at attention, their vacant eyes seeming to follow the boys' movements.
“Wait, I recognize this one…” She was a beautiful older woman, shapely and MILF-y that even in her modest sweater, one could tell that the woman was covering up a bombshell of a body; curvy, matronly breasts poorly held back by a grey sweater. Each one seemed as big as a melon, larger than his head, and her hips just as protruding and lewdly meaty. The labeling on the box containing her read in bold:
“이아희 - LEE AHEE”
-GENTLY USED HOUSEWIFE-
27 YEARS OLD
-Bust 120cm
-Waist 68cm
-Hip 99cm
“She’s the lady that moved in next door from me. She’s way too pretty to be a Doll.” Felix rapped on the plastic film separating them in hope for a response…
Met with utter silence over the store’s radio.
“I’m getting really worried about Jisung… Reminds me of when my cousins were turned into Love Dolls.”
“Last time he picked up the phone he was bitching about getting in trouble. He was bullying some weirdo in our homeroom and it got so bad the kid’s parents tried to file charges.”
Several officers were gathered outside the convenience store, quickly approaching the three boys as soon as they had left.
"Ah, thank goodness. We tried tracking you down during school hours, but you left so quickly, we lost you for a bit. We're from the Social Service Department," The older man stepped closer, holding out a creme folder stuffed with documents, the paper topping the stack – a print of Felix’s school ID photo, then listing his age, height, eye color and a full report of his appearance."Lee Yong-bok, correct? We’re from the Social Service Department. You have been selected under the government’s Special Service Law to, from now on, become a Social Welfare Supply. I would advise you to not resist or interfere with the process as we’d like to not use any force.” Felix took some steps back in horror, almost tripping back onto the sidewalk.
“Wait… I think there might be a mistake! I haven’t even finished school yet, my parents are gonna be looking for me!”
“Don't worry, your family has already been contacted, and they will be compensated accordingly. Please don’t make us have to use any excessive force.” The officers were an encroaching force, quickly seizing Felix’s arms.
As the two officers held Felix’s arms tight behind his back, the Department worker closed in on him, Slave Collar in hand sparking to life.
“I haven’t done anything to deserve this-!”
Snap.
The Slave Collar clamped around Felix’s neck tightly, seizing control of his body immediately; like a true doll, his limbs fell limp in the man’s arms. As the officers and Department worker dragged Felix away, passersby looked on in horror at a rare public Social Welfare collection, unable to do anything but offer their silent condolences.
“We advise you two to go home immediately or you will be taken into custody as well.” Chan and Changbin tried to call out to him, but the two students were quickly apprehended by the officers, berated with threats Felix couldn’t make out as his senses faded.
“GLCH! GLCH! GLCH! GLCH! GLCH!”
Felix’s eyes snapped wide open. A cacophonous rhythm of wet, choking sounds pounded itself into his field of hearing. To see and hear were the only things he was capable of; the Slave Collar maintained its grasp around Felix’s neck, keeping him completely immobilized from its ring down. Even without it, his arms and ankles were bound tightly to the cardboard walls in the same manner a doll in its packaging would. The ridges of the zip ties chafed against his bare skin, working bright red marks into his flesh with their presence. His surroundings were filthy - the poorly-kept dwelling of a teenager with snack wrappers and dirty laundry everywhere, dimly lit and smelling of sweat and stale food. Even in his limited vision, he could tell it was an untidy place, roughly lived-in, with the aesthetic of a virginal nerd's "gamercave." Magazines featuring busty, naked Japanese women were scattered on the floor alongside unwashed dishes and cum-stained boxer briefs.
It’s hard to breathe… What happened..?
“Glrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk!” More inhuman gurgling shook Felix, following a series of vomiting heaves. He squinted into the whitish-blue light emanating from the screen some feet away from him atop a messy desk.
BANG!
“Gross. You better not get any of that on me.”
A fist slammed down on its surface as the boy sitting at it finally diverted his attention from the flashing screen at his desk for the first time in hours. Soft, dark hairs feathered his face like a harem anime protagonist. His features were soft and warm, yet his smirk at Felix was bitter and cold.
In a few years, or perhaps another lifetime, he could’ve been a k-pop star or handsome male lead of a hit drama. In that life, high-school girlfriends would run their hands through it, before planting exploratory kisses on his porcelain skin.
"You up yet? ‘Been a while since I saw you, Felix." He said, as if nothing unusual were happening between them.
“Who are you?” Felix asked, horrified.
"How mean. You really don't remember me at all-”
“What did you do to me?”
“God, even as dolls, you bitches never shut up.”
In the middle of their conversation, Minho was serviced by a young girl at his feet, having her throat speared open by his absurdly thick cock.
"Nonono… What are you doing?!” Felix tried in vain to rattle his way out of his zipties to little avail.
"Huh? I knew you were dumb, but isn’t it obvious? I'm jerking off, look." Minho grabbed a fistful of the girl's short black hair, pulling her roughly forward. Her face was thus jammed into his hairy, splayed crotch, and a pair of dark, musty balls the size of grapefruits muffled the end of her familiar statement. Beads of rancid, gamer ball sweat aerosolized into her nasal passages as she inhaled in surprise, bathing her nose freckles in scrotal folds and swampy, humid boyjuice.
"It’s a sex doll just like you, Felix. My parents were ready to press charges against him for assault, but to keep his record clean, this was his alternative. Don't you remember what they did to you? Crazy coincidence, though. To think both of the bitches who gave me hell at school are now my personal sex dolls… But aren't you glad to be reunited with your little friend?" After several minutes of throat abuse, Minho finally withdrew his cock from the second Love Doll's mouth, turning her head towards Felix to reveal to him that this Doll was not a girl at all, but rather… his missing best friend Jisung!
"Jisung?!"
“Felix?! Don’t look at me!”
“Less talking, more sucking! Show your friend how a blowjob is done!” He yanked a fistful of Jisung’s hair, shoving the tip of his cock against his classmate’s lips. Felix tried to muster the strength to tear through his packaging, but as a Love Doll, he was at the mercy of Minho as his new owner and could only watch as he drilled as far as he could into Jisung’s mouth, his young, slender hips powering him forward, gripping him by the chin and head as if he was fucking a melon, taking every bit of leverage he could. He reached the obstruction in his throat again and powered through it, pressing forward inch by inch until his cocktop was up against the entrance to Jisung’s stomach and his spit-loaded balls were swabbing his face. The sounds of his utter facial abuse were obscene; wet choking and gagging noises that needed no translation.
By the time Minho was nearing his limit, Jisung was barely conscious enough to moan, the utterly degrading sensation of being filled starting to overtake him. The spurting, sputtering sounds of cum expulsion, were audible from inside Jisung’s body as his innards were hosed down with lumpy, yellow genetic filth that had been fermenting in the boy’s heavy nutsack for weeks. The ball-porridge puffed out her stomach almost instantly, stretching it. His usually lean stomach bulged as though he were in the early stages of pregnancy, a foreshadowing of their future. Greyish-yellow sludge exploded out of her nostrils as the backed-up wad flowed up his throat. Eyes rolling back into his head, he finally lost consciousness, shuddering to another orgasm.
Minho's withdrawal had left Jisung catatonic, and he groaned with satisfaction, the same sound one might make after taking a satisfying and long overdue excrement as he fisted his slime-coated prick and dumped several coiling strands of nasty jizz over Jisung’s rape-wrecked face. His tongue hung limp out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, snot and sperm running from his nose, his features plastered in filth. The room was immediately filled with the stink of sperm. Uncaring for his condition, Minho pressed his pisshole up against Jisung's vacant eyeballs and spewed ropes of his coagulated, gelatinous cum into them, defiling him even further, in every way possible.
"Your throat skills almost make up for your rotten personality." Minho spat, reaching for his phone, snapping a series of candid close-up photos of Jisung’s dazed ahegao. “Oh, everyone’s gonna love this face!” He opened the app for Love Doll commands and services.
“Bleh… I’ll make you pay for this…” Jisung looked up at Minho with a killing glare. “You disgusting piece of shit!” Minho cracked him a harsh blow across the face for his disobedience.
-LOVE♡DOLL-
User: Lee Min-ho
Resident Registration Number: 27****-*****40
Registered Welfare Supply:
-Han Ji-Sung
-Lee Yong-Bok
"You still seem pretty stuck up, let me loosen you up some."
Registered Dolls:
-Han Ji-Sung
Doll Menu:
-Doll Information
-Doll Commands
-Doll Personality
-Repair Request
-Troubleshooting
"Ah, there it is."
Doll Menu:
- Doll Commands
-Sensitivity
Under the sensitivity option was a sliding scale from the normal 0x setting, scaling into higher intensities up to 100x. Minho shot Jisung a nasty smirk, flicking his thumb upwards to the highest setting, watching in a sadistic glee as orgasmic contractions seized him.
"Be grateful somebody you know bought you. You know, someone nice? You could've been stuck with some dirty old man if you got unlucky,” Now, Minho’s sights were set on Felix, still fresh in his packaging. “I got super lucky to get to buy you both. The virgin ones are always super expensive.”
“H-how did you know that I-”
“They wrote it on the box, dumbass.” He delivered a harsh kick to the box. “I was really surprised, you seem like the type who’d fuck half the school, especially with those fat tits you have.”
"Let's get you out of that box."
If any of his classmates had witnessed it, they’d be awe-struck at Felix’s form. The removal of Felix’s uniform gradually revealed a plump young body so perfect, it seemed photoshopped; bulging in the right places and trim in others. His bubble butt swelled amazingly against his panties, the waistband cutting enticingly into his hips, while his belly remained flat and pleasing, with nothing slovenly about it. With his top thrown to the side, his breasts hung free with the kind of perkiness only a teenage girl might possess. Yet these qualities, these shapes and sizes of flesh were only one aspect to the package of Felix’s natural beauty. His eyes, large, brow and soft like a newborn fawn, lighting up a face with an equally graceful button nose, and his complexion was like porcelain in tone and texture.
Without a second thought, Minho took his time in exploring Felix's chest, pushing his breasts up and together like a child playing with putty, rubbing his thumbs across Felix's nipples, dipping his thumbs in to pull the sunken nubs outward. The feeling of his fingers sinking into his flesh was exquisite, as was the sound Felix made, a hissing groan of arousal that seemed to be released in time with the pressure of Minho’s grip. His cleavage easily filled Minho’s hand; spilling out between his fingertips. He gave one breast an experimental open-palmed slap, in a test on his toy’s reaction.
Why… Why does it feel so good?!
“Calm down, this is just the five times setting. I mean, you don’t want to feel any pain, right? Just because you’re a sex doll doesn’t mean I’m gonna be cruel to you. Unlike you two, I actually care about other people.”
He repeated it again. This time, the underside of the breast, making it jiggle a little, with low-to-moderate force. Again the moan came, a wordless request for further intensity. Minho switched sides, slapping the opposite breast, increasing his force. Occasionally, he would pause and knead the two, tweaking and pinching those fat, inverted nipples, even poking his finger into them and causing his digit to penetrate into the pillowy mounds, before resuming his rhythmic slaps. Felix purred, he gasped, he seethed through biting his bottom lip. His breathing picked up, his heart beat out of his chest. For Minho’s part, his cock was rapidly returning to full mast; it was like being in a playground of breasts, and even more cathartic than that - in mere minutes, he had reduced his former bully to a moaning mess of a slut in his hands! Minho took a few steps back, tugging Felix by the waist to bring him standing between his legs, putting him face-to-face with his slave’s chest.
He was sucking his nipples so powerfully that Felix thought his nipples might've snapped off.
“Stop!” he wailed, but then Minho took another fat suck and he threw back his head and clenched his teeth. He had never felt so physically dominated. Minho moved from one breast to the other, occasionally squishing them together in a half-successful attempt to fit both in his mouth. He was having his way with his new toy’s body as he pleased, and Felix’s breasts, which he had always taken pains to present as modestly as possible, were being sucked and slurped and licked, bouncing around on his chest as they were jostled by his groping.
“Strip down for me,” Felix balled his fists against his uniform, pressed against his bosom in a bid to himself clothed, but when the last syllable escaped from Minho’s lips, his hands flew into quick motion. They tore through the fabrics like damp paper. The sound of Felix being forced to rip apart the bits of clothing he still wore could be heard echoing through the room. Minho laid back against the soft plush of his bed, head resting against his palms in wait for Felix to succumb.
“I want you to put it in for your first time.”
His cock stood up like a spike, and as Felix moved to straddle him; the impending penetration seemed like it would be utterly impossible. He stood bow-legged and let the fat knob slide against his pussy lips. His face had since lost its color, flushed with an undercurrent of fear.
"Please, stop… I don't want my first time to be like this…" he said, trembling and sobbing.
"Boo, put a little spirit into it," Minho smirked and slapped his meat onto Felix's cunt mound, drawing an involuntary moan. "How are you supposed to be a good Love Doll if it's like fucking a dead body? I can go make a return and they’ll put you on clearance by tomorrow morning and let whatever ugly bastard willing to buy you go crazy, so you should be more grateful.” The fat, leaking cock-knob of his mashed against Felix’s lips and seemed to lodge itself at the entrance, making no progress. Then, with a meaty noise of penetration, Minho’s cockhead slid inside and Felix’s huge, hanging breasts bounced as he cried out in pleasure and pain.
It’s going so deep inside me… My virginity’s gone just like that…? He warbled, his voice trembling and his eyes looking glassy. His knees trembled as Minho guided his hips down. As he sank, allowing four, five, six, then seven inches to burrow into his tight quim, a corresponding cock-shaped outline appeared in his midsection, showing the exact progress of Minho’s penis. Felix's torso was so thin, in spite of his massive jugs, that the cock bulge was very pronounced. He clenched his teeth, spittle flying from his lips… and then cried out loud as his body sank down suddenly taking in the last half. His young, fertile womb had taken in Minho's cock… and was being shoved up into his guts!
“No!♡” At Minho's command, he started to lift and drop himself, making a wet plap sound with each descent. Plap. Plap. Plap. The impacts became louder and wetter as his motions grew in intensity, and the noises of flesh being displaced and insides likewise grew. Felix had expected pain, but what he felt instead was an amazing sense of filling and friction against his torn hymen! The sense of the rough, veiny penis scraping up and down the insides of his pussy, dragging along his slick walls, sending waves of intense pleasure through his young body… it was too much, and like no feeling he’d ever encountered before. Biting his lower lip, he lowered his head to the man’s chest and bathed his face in his scented hair as he bucked his hips upward in regular thrusts, skewering him and making his ass bounce enticingly around his cock. His first orgasm came so fast it took himself by surprise… and immediately he felt himself slip, felt his mind begin to acquiesce to the sordid circumstances. It felt amazing.
Minho grunted, and Felix cried out again as a wet heat exploded inside him, his owner hilting himself tightly against Felix's cervix. followed by. He was ejaculating straight into his womb, there was no doubt about it - his long, thick cock was large enough to reach her very depths. In that moment, all of Felix's hopes, dreams, and ambitions went to the wayside as he had embraced the realization that he was nothing more than a used condom for Minho to use as he pleased. His sordid, sickening cum-quake was seizure-like, there was no hiding it. Everyone present immediately knew the truth - Felix was having the biggest orgasm of his life!
Even though I’m being used like a sex toy…
“Why…? Why are you doing this to me? Jisung… he deserved it, but I haven’t done anything to you!”
“Whenever he hit me, whenever your friends assaulted, told me to die, what were you doing? Standing to the side, not doing anything about it. You,” The teen snarled. “You’re just as guilty as him!” He pulled his hips back and angled his cock upward into a scraping, violating thrust.
BRRRRRRRRPTPTPPTPTPT! Felix’s eyes rolled back as he squirted all over Minho’s balls, his pussy making the sloppiest meat sound yet. He was getting his cunt gouged out by long, abrading deep-strokes of fat cock that would forever redefine his understanding of sex and purpose in life. Minho only savored the sight above him; Felix’s eyes struggling to keep focus, how he desperately yearned for a moment of rest, with the one being responsible for his suffering right in front of him, he filled Minho with the thirst for power as he craved in pleading for him to stop this.
Felix felt as if he was being skewered on Minho’s cock. His back arched up in a poor attempt to elongate his spine and gain some distance away from him, but it all amounted to naught. No matter how many few centimeters he could win, they were nothing to the fourteen inches of Minho’s dick invading his womb. His mouth hung wide open, letting his tongue dangle out of his mouth in a humiliating expression, all to release nothing but a breathless, choked-out gasp. He was in a state of complete cock-shock, and his mind could hardly keep up with the invasion of his innermost parts. A starburst of ecstasy ripped him, and in that moment, all memories of the life he had had before were gone. No, all he wanted was more hung meat stabbing into his womb.
A nasty gurgling came from Minho balls, like the sound of a blocked drain starting to move again. Felix was too overwhelmed by the sensation to object to what was coming down the pipe, and as his owner wheezed and grunted and dripped sweat all over her, holding his cock firmly in place with an iron grip on her hips, she felt a massive geyser of semen erupt down her channel, blasting through her cervix, and spraying against the back of her womb hard enough to distend it.
He threw his head, his hands in his hair, underarms exposed as his tits bounced below, and made a sound that was barely human - a long and orgasmic groan that left zero doubt that he had, instantly, become Minho's woman, just as he’d predicted. Indeed, his hyper-virile sperm-cock sprayed into Felix’s vulnerable bimbo baby sack so violently that it shook the eggs from his oviducts like coconuts. It wasn’t just an instant loss, it was possibly an instant pregnancy. His belly tingled as fat-headed sperm gathered around his vulnerable ova to head-butt their way in. All of Felix’s will to fight back disappeared, and as the waves of pulpy jizz eruptions pummeled his uterus again and again, he saw visions of himself, womb-tattooed and submissive, servicing Minho in whatever way he liked.
I… I’ve really become a sex doll. Felix had finally accepted that fact.
Despite having dumped his load inside the two twice, Minho’s bitch-breaker still wasn’t finished with its work. Yanking the back of his former classmate’s hair, he pulled the Doll off of his lap, with no protest from Felix. He allowed himself to be thrown on his back. Allowed his legs to be pinned to his sides, knees meeting shoulders. Allowed Minho's impossibly long cock to rub into his lightly gaped cunt’s folds, using the mix of fluids to lube its way again. Whether due to the collar’s influence or not, there could be no doubt Felix wanted what the abusive, hung young male was going to give him, and he didn’t hesitate to make the most of his new purchases. Her eyes crossed. Her tongue slid out of her puffy lips and twitched in the air. Her pussy sucked up inch after inch of smooth, young meat, until the boy’s wrecking ball sack was hanging and sliding next to the fat globes of her famously shapely bubble butt, smearing the lube that poured out of his slit and over the twitching pink triangle of his anus.
The sound was like burger meat being squeezed through a grinder as the teen’s spurting head plowed through Felix’s cervix and into his womb. He was on top of him, squatting above him on the edge of the cushions, digging his pipe into his classmate as if the intent was to permanently ruin his insides for any future partners. Felix’s first orgasms had left him shaking, but now they were a series of seizure-like cum-quakes. His mouth stayed open, his whole body tensed in pleasure, toes and hands curled inwards as if he needed his whole body’s strength to shake off the sensation. Anything but pleasure was simply not registered.
"No!♡ N-not inside, please!♡" Felix shrieked, but a tight lock around his throat cut off any of his pleas. He was smacked across the face as Minho came, one slap for each nut rope he squirted into his distended baby sack. A surge of cum blasted out of Minho’s pisshole with such force that it felt like Felix was being struck from the inside - a deposit that instantly started to leak back out into a puddle forming under his ass. Every available space in her pussy with a thick torrent of semen that swelled his stomach with it’s sheer volume.
Grunting, the boy blew the remainder of his third load of the day, pouring every last bit of cum left in his huge, smooth balls onto Felix's wrecked body, coating him in another fresh layer of lumpy dicksauce. He moaned in ecstasy at this final humiliation, his obscene position, with his legs splayed and cunt clogged with jizz; making him look like the complete sperm receptacle that he'd been condemned to. As before, the lewd spurting noises could be heard even outside of his body, splurting dick-farts that indicated just how much thick spew was flooding his baby sack. Only after a minute or more did he pull himself away, his cumshot diminishing, allowing Felix to fall flat and limp against the mattress for Jisung to see. His formerly virgin pussy had been reduced to a cum-queefing ruin in only some hours, splattering a waterfall of wad down to the bedspread. Utterly defiled, the two classmates laid like corpses.
Some intelligible noises came from the two in between dazed groans and gurgles from their cum-bloated bellies; the usage of different holes had resulted in the same distension of their stomachs.
“This attitude suits you two much more,” Minho took a moment to snap several photos of the disgraceful sight at his feet before he began to record the next act of depravity.
“I think it’s time for dessert. Come here.”
Felix was the first at full attention, moaning with excitement upon seeing, and immediately opened his mouth as Minho positioned himself by the side of the bed, his hanging, now-flaccid cock in hand, ready to take aim at the two fuck-addled whores.
"You too," Minho turned his gaze straight to the still exhausted Jisung, readying his phone to give another voice command. "I'm not gonna leave you out from getting your share of dessert too. Get up." As soon as the order finished, Jisung complied. And just like Felix, he assumed the begging position next to his former classmate, patiently waiting for their share of "dessert."
Minho groaned with release as he proceeded to hose his new slaves down with a horse’s bladder’s worth of steamy, foamy, acrid piss straight from his massive fuck-spigot, forcing them to gulp down pints worth of waste over and over again to avoid drowning. The stream was as big and thick as expected from his monstrous young cock, the width of a finger, and seemed endless in its vitality. The corners of Jisung's mouth were turned down in a violent disgust, his stomach churning in protest at the foul-smelling liquid forced down his throat. Meanwhile, Felix was more than ecstatic to have his doll-like features be defiled by Minho’s waste! The effects of the app didn’t quite account for how he giggled and moaned as his mouth was filled to the brim with piss before overflowing. He cried in ecstasy as the steaming rope of urine covered his chest, soaking his body as if he was caught out in the middle of a storm.
“And I thought it would be hard to break you in, Felix.”As Minho’s piss stream abated, he swung his cock like a showerhead, tucking it in Jisung’s locks to let his golden, violating urine erupt into his hair as if to forcefully plant the flag of his dominance over Jisung.
“Don’t worry, Jisung. I’ll make sure you’re just like your friend soon.”
7 DAYS LATER
As soon as Minho shut his front door as he arrived home, his slaves were at attention to service him; automated commands were a feature he had made full use of in the short time he’d had his Dolls.
“Welcome home, Master~!” Felix’s breasts wobbled like jell-o as he welcomed home his new master. The two slaves had been forced to wear a uniform of lewd maid dresses; Ruffled aprons and white lace at the edges of black fabric and delicate thigh highs that squeezed around their thick thighs. The chest had been left open, exposing their huge breasts, pale and perfect and pink-nippled, once ogled at by half the boys at school, now for Minho’s eyes only. Felix rushed over to his side, helping him slip off his schoolbag, making sure to press his titflesh against his owner’s chest.
The other doll, however, looked on in pure contempt, pulling the poor attempt at a skirt down enough to cover his plump ass.
“Which one of us are you going to use first, Master? Can I be first please?” Felix pouted, clinging to Minho’s arm like a smitten schoolgirl for an ounce of his attention.
“Sorry, but I think I’ll be starting with Jisung today.”