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As soon as Jinsol pushed the door open and stepped into their house, the rich smell of grilled meat wrapped around her nose. It was not the kind of quick microwave meat from the convenience store. These slices had been marinated in soy sauce and minced garlic, and the air still carried the warm, nutty scent of sesame oil.
From the kitchen, she heard a cheerful, carefree humming.
“I’m home,” Jinsol called out. She kicked off her shoes and trudged wearily toward the kitchen.
Inside, Yoona stood at the stove wearing an oversized white T-shirt and loose house shorts. Her hair was twisted up in a messy bun. She was lifting golden, crispy slices of pork belly onto a plate with chopsticks. Beside her, a pot of soybean-paste stew bubbled gently, and a dish of seasoned bean sprouts waited nearby.
Jinsol’s eyebrows drew together at once.
Something was off.
Yoona knew how to cook, there was no debate about that. But this kind of full spread only showed up in three situations: when she was extremely happy, when she had done something she felt guilty about, or—Jinsol narrowed her eyes—when she had swiped Jinsol’s card again to buy some ridiculous thing.
“What’s going on with you? Did you win the lottery or something?”
Yoona’s smile was so bright it looked suspicious. “Can’t I just cook dinner for my lovely wife? Hurry up and wash your hands. The food’s about to get cold.”
“The last time you’re like that, I found out you had bought an entire set of bath bombs and blown through more than 200,000 won.” Jinsol spoke even as she turned toward the bathroom.
“That was so both of us could relax! You even complained your shoulders were killing you that day, remember?”
“That happened because you kept dragging me in there and then hooked your leg over my waist the whole damn time.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
When Jinsol finished washing her hands and came back out, Yoona had already set two places at the table, complete with a plate of pickled radish she had made herself. The moment Jinsol pulled out her chair and sat down, Yoona quickly placed the biggest piece of pork belly into her bowl, like she was feeding a pet.
Jinsol stared at the meat in her bowl, then looked up at Yoona, who was poking at her own rice with a grin still playing at the corner of her mouth.
“So what exactly did you buy this time?” Jinsol asked.
“Nothing.”
“Yoona.”
“Seriously, nothing,” Yoona pouted. “Can’t you just accept that I wanted to do something nice for you?”
“No.”
“You are honestly so hard to please.”
“You are the hard one to please.”
Jinsol ate the slice anyway because it looked delicious and she was starving. The sweet-salty soy sauce and the rich fat melted across her tongue. She could not stop herself from reaching for another piece. Seeing how eagerly Jinsol ate, Yoona’s smile grew even wider. She ladled a bowl of stew for her, carefully spooning in every piece of tofu and clam.
This was way too unusual.
Jinsol kept eating while she studied the woman across from her. Today Yoona barely touched her own food. Most of the time she simply watched Jinsol, and every so often an expression crossed her face, like a child hiding a secret.
Jinsol set her chopsticks down. “Yoona. Did you spend money on something you shouldn’t have again?”
Yoona blinked, her sweet look instantly shifting into pure innocence. “No.”
“Then why do you keep staring at me while I eat?”
“Because you look adorable when you eat.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“It’s the truth.”
Jinsol decided to let the matter drop for now. She was exhausted, and the meal really was excellent. She refused to turn dinner into an interrogation. Besides, whatever Yoona had bought, she would reveal it sooner or later. This girl had never been able to keep a secret in her life.
Sure enough.
///
After they finished eating, Jinsol handled the dishes. Once the counter was wiped down and the trash taken out, she turned off the lights and walked into their bedroom. The second she reached the door, she saw Yoona sitting on the bed, hugging a white cardboard box, looking absolutely thrilled.
Jinsol suddenly had a bad feeling. “Baby, what is that?”
“Come here first,” Yoona patted the spot beside her on the mattress.
“No.”
“Bae Jinsol.”
“Every time you use my full name, nothing good happens.”
“Come on,” Yoona switched to full aegyo. “I’m not going to eat you.”
Jinsol sighed, but finally walked over. The moment she sat on the edge of the bed, Yoona swung a leg over and straddled her lap. She wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist and looked curiously at whatever Yoona was hiding behind her back.
“What are you hiding?”
Yoona pulled it out and placed the box between them.
It was a black box with a small white line of text printed on the front. Jinsol read the product name but the technical term meant nothing to her. She flipped the box over and found a small instruction sheet. The more she read, the more confused she became.
“What… what is this?” She stared at Yoona with wide eyes.
“Can’t you read?” Yoona tilted her head and teasingly stroked Jinsol’s chin.
“I can read, but…” Jinsol turned the box over again. “It’s a strap-on, but we already have two. Don’t you like them? Why does this one say genetic transfer? Biological fusion? What the hell?”
Yoona took the box back, opened it, and pulled out the toy inside. It was indeed a cock-shaped strap-on, but the material looked nothing like cheap silicone. It felt smoother, almost alive under her touch. The shape was unique. The base had a curved section designed to hug a woman’s body perfectly, covered in tiny sensors that were almost invisible.
Yoona held the toy up in front of Jinsol and smiled with excitement. “This is the newest technology that just came out. Look here,” She pointed at the base. “There’s a bio-chip inside. When you wear it, it connects to your body, extracts your fluids and genetic information, then synthesizes it into a kind of… sperm-like carrier cell.”
Jinsol’s brain was still struggling to catch up while Yoona kept talking, faster and more thrilled with every word.
“Basically, it lets a woman get another woman pregnant. It turns the wearer’s body fluids into something that can actually fertilize an egg, just like…” Yoona made a dramatic gesture. “Just like a man’s cum, but without the Y chromosome, so the baby can only be a girl.”
The room went dead quiet. Jinsol’s mouth opened wider and wider as the meaning finally sank in.
“You… you want…”
“I want a baby. I want your baby,” Yoona said bluntly.
Of course Jinsol knew how much Yoona loved children. They had been together for four years, married last year and known each other for several years before that. Jinsol understood perfectly how obsessed her wife was with kids. She would stop on the street to coo at babies, get more excited than the actual parents when their friends had children, and go crazy complimenting every kid she met. She always said she wanted a little girl so she could braid her hair, buy cute clothes, and teach her how to paint. Whenever she talked about it, her eyes would light up like a little girl describing her dream dollhouse.
Jinsol wanted kids too. She was not against it. She had once suggested IVF when she saw how badly Yoona longed to become a mother. But Yoona had refused because she wanted a child who carried both their genes, not just one of theirs mixed with some stranger’s.
So Jinsol had believed the question had no answer.
And now the answer was sitting on their bed in the form of a strap-on cock.
“When did you buy this?” She looked at the price tag and nearly had a heart attack at the almost 600,000 won number.
“Last week. I waited three days for delivery and only received the package this afternoon. I opened it at the office and read the instructions three times.”
“So that’s why you’ve been so excited all day?”
“What do you think?” Yoona smiled and cupped her face. “Jinsol, I want you to give me a baby. You can fuck me with this every day until we have our own child.”
Jinsol’s face burned hotter than Yoona’s palm. Yoona had always been like this—blunt enough to leave no room for defense, especially about sex. Sometimes Jinsol felt she was the one who got embarrassed easily in their relationship. She could talk to anyone outside the house, yet one sentence from Yoona could make her stutter.
“You… you said every day?”
“Every day,” Yoona repeated, stressing each word. “The instructions say the success rate depends on how often and how much cum is put inside the body. So I suggest…” She poked Jinsol’s chest lightly with her index finger. “At least once a day. If possible, once in the morning and once at night would be perfect.”
“Baby, we both have jobs.”
“We can come home early. Or we can do it before work. I don’t mind waking up earlier.” Yoona didn’t sound like she was joking at all.
“Oh my god, this is insane.” Jinsol felt like she might burst into flames.
“You still haven’t answered me,” Yoona scooted closer. “Do you want to?”
It was crazy, but how could Jinsol say no when Yoona was looking at her with those hopeful eyes? Of course she could not. Yoona was stubborn, and so was she, but Jinsol always melted for Yoona in the end.
She set the new toy on the bed and kissed her cheek. “You already bought it. How can I say no?”
“I knew my Sol was the best.” The girl on her lap widened her shining eyes and planted several quick, sweet kisses on her mouth.
“But are you sure you can handle it? Every day?”
Yoona’s light laugh carried a hint of challenge. “You should worry about yourself. Don’t tap out halfway through.”
“Seol Yoona.”
“Bae Jinsol.” Yoona mimicked her, then gave her a kiss.
The kiss quickly heated up the air. Jinsol flipped Yoona onto the bed, covering her and ready for a hot night, but Yoona gently pushed her shoulder.
“Go shower first, then I’ll put it on you. I want to test how it works.”
Jinsol pouted and flopped down on top of her without moving. “Shower with me.”
“I already showered. Besides, showering together always takes forever.”
“Shower again. I promise it will be quick this time.”
“You always say that and you never behave.” Yoona pushed her off lightly and kissed her forehead. “Go on.”
Jinsol reluctantly got up, grabbed fresh clothes, and headed into the bathroom.
///
When she came out after showering, Yoona had changed into a deep red silk slip dress with thin straps. The neckline plunged low and the hem barely reached mid-thigh. She was leaning against the headboard, the toy resting on the pillow beside her while she reread the instructions.
“Come here.” As soon as she saw Jinsol, she smiled and patted the empty spot.
Jinsol walked over and sat down, her hair still damp, droplets sliding down her neck.
Yoona glanced at her and frowned. “Dry your hair first.”
“Dry it for me.”
“Don’t you have hands?”
“Yours feel gentler.” Jinsol grinned.
Yoona shot her a glare but still took the towel and knelt on the bed to dry Jinsol’s hair. Her movements were not exactly gentle—almost rough—but Jinsol closed her eyes and enjoyed it anyway.
“All done,” Yoona tossed the towel aside and picked up the toy. “Lie down.”
“Lie down?”
“I’ll put it on you. You need to relax or it’ll feel weird.”
Even though she had agreed, Jinsol still felt uncertain. She lay back with her heart pounding like it wanted to jump out of her chest. Yoona did not even wait for her to settle before yanking down both her sleep pants and panties in one go. She spread Jinsol’s legs, knelt between them, and lowered her head to study the spot.
“Why are you so tense?” She looked up with a smile when she heard Jinsol inhale. “It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.”
“I’m not tense.”
“Your thighs are shaking.”
“Jesus Christ, this is so fucking weird.” Jinsol covered her face in embarrassment.
Yoona’s fingers gently parted Jinsol’s pussy lips. The base of the toy had a perfectly curved ergonomic shape. Yoona lined it up and slowly pushed it in. The material reacted to body heat at once, becoming incredibly soft and alive, clinging to her inner walls. Jinsol felt a strange fullness—neither painful nor pleasant, just felt… alien.
“Done yet?” She asked, anxious and wanting to shift but held firmly in place.
“Wait a second. It’s starting up.” Yoona stared at a tiny indicator light on the base that flashed blue. “The instructions say the first time takes about thirty seconds to collect biological data.”
After a moment Jinsol felt a soft vibration. The surface seemed to adjust itself to her exact shape, then the vibration stopped.
“Looks like it’s ready. Can you feel it now?” Yoona asked as the light turned green.
“Yeah. It feels… really strange. Like it actually grew out of me.”
“Because it has connected to your nervous system.” Yoona ran a finger lightly along the shaft. “Look here,” she pointed to the faint veins now visible on the surface. “These are neural interfaces. They send tactile signals to you. In other words, you can feel everything this cock feels like it’s your own skin.”
Jinsol really did feel Yoona’s finger sliding from base to tip, as clearly as if someone were stroking her actual cunt—except the location was wrong. The mismatch made her brain spin, so she tried to pull away.
“Don’t move.” Yoona pressed down on her hips. “I want to test another function.”
“What function?”
The long-haired girl did not answer. She just kissed Jinsol on the mouth while her fingers quickly unbuttoned Jinsol’s pajama top. She moved lower, licked across one nipple, then sucked it into her mouth.
Jinsol drew in a sharp breath. Not only from Yoona’s mouth, but because the instant her nipple was sucked, the cock strapped to her body jerked. A surge of heat shot straight from her chest down to the cock, making it harden, curve upward, and the veins on its surface stand out more clearly.
Yoona released the nipple and looked at her with bright eyes. “You felt that, right?”
“What… what did you just do?”
“This is one of the core features.” Yoona flicked the now fully hard cock lightly. “It’s linked to your nervous system, so any sexual stimulation you feel gets sent straight to it. The more turned on you get, the harder it becomes. And also—” She pressed a finger into the tiny hole at the tip, and a clear droplet of fluid leaked out. “It produces lube, just like real precum.”
Jinsol’s face burned. She did not know how to respond.
“There’s one more thing,” she heard Yoona giggle. “There’s a reservoir inside that can hold about ten milliliters of synthetic cum. When you orgasm, it will shoot it out through this hole,” her fingertip circled the small slit. “In other words, you can cum like a man.”
Jinsol heard every word, but the information piled up on top of the constant low vibration inside her, the sight of Yoona kneeling between her legs in that dress, and that clear drop on Yoona’s finger. It all pushed her thoughts to the limit.
“So you… you want me to…” She could not even finish the sentence.
Yoona smiled—satisfied, eager, and hiding something Jinsol could not quite read. She climbed on top, straddling Jinsol’s hips. The red dress bunched around her waist, showing smooth thighs and panties.
“Do you know how long I have waited for this day?” She slowly pulled down one strap of the dress.
Jinsol watched the strap slip from Yoona’s shoulder. It exposed the smooth curve of her shoulder, the sharp line of her collarbone, and then the gentle swell of her breast. The silk was so slick that it slid down by itself and left one of Yoona’s tits bare. They were not especially huge, but their shape and color were perfect.
“Every time I see someone else’s kid,” Yoona pulled the other strap down. The dress pooled at her waist, letting both full breasts bounce free. “Every time I see pictures of a dad lifting his child high in the air, I think how perfect it would be if that were you. If you could give me a baby, how wonderful it would be.”
Jinsol gripped Yoona’s waist and stroked above the gathered dress. Yoona’s skin felt like warm silk that she never wanted to stop touching.
“Now you can give it to me.” Yoona whispered, voice low and hypnotic.
She braced her hands on either side of Jinsol’s head. Her breasts swayed right in front of Jinsol’s face, and her nipples brushed softly over her lips. Jinsol raised her head and wrapped her lips around one nipple. She worked it with her tongue, then sucked hard enough to pull it out.
Yoona’s hips twisted unconsciously. The cock strapped to Jinsol moved with her. It was not inside yet, but the neural link let her feel the heat and wetness as if her own cock were sliding against Yoona’s core.
Yoona rocked on top of her, grinding her pussy against the shaft. The slick heat transferred straight to Jinsol through the toy. Yoona’s eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, letting out those deadly little sounds. That needy expression was the one Jinsol knew best and could never resist.
The panties were tossed somewhere at the foot of the bed.
“You want to do it yourself or should I help?” Jinsol asked, eyes locked on the dripping pussy hovering above her cock.
“You do it.” Yoona giggled, gripping Jinsol’s shoulders and lowering herself so her pussy kissed the head. “I want to watch you.”
Jinsol growled in defeat at the slutty move. She sat up, one arm around Yoona’s waist, the other hand guiding the cock straight to her entrance. Yoona’s wet folds pressed against her fingers, slippery and burning hot.
“Here we go,” she said, both as a warning and to steady herself.
She gripped Yoona’s waist and pulled her down slowly while pushing her own hips upward. Yoona’s brows and lips showed her reaction to the strange intrusion, but she held tight to Jinsol’s shoulders with no sign of wanting to stop.
Jinsol kept pushing until the entire cock was buried deep inside Yoona. Yoona’s neck arched beautifully with a long moan. Jinsol kissed that curve, licking away the beads of sweat rolling down her shoulder. Yoona kept trembling and twitching in her arms, and it was magical how she could feel Yoona’s pussy clenching around her even though her hands were still outside touching her.
“Move,” Yoona mumbled against her shoulder. “Please move.”
Jinsol let the cock slide gently inside Yoona. The heat and the tight grip transmitted back through the toy and made her dizzy with pleasure. For a moment she truly believed she was buried inside her wife, not wearing some high-tech attachment.
“Faster,” Yoona bit her lip and bucked down harder. “Bae Jinsol, I’m definitely feeding you more so you have the stamina for this.”
The comment made Jinsol laugh. She drove her hips up harder, slamming the cock deep. When the tip hit the back of Yoona’s walls, a sharp wave of pleasure shot through Jinsol herself. God, it felt too good. She forgot everything and thrust hard several more times.
Yoona cried out—sweet, needy sounds—and slapped Jinsol’s shoulder when another hard thrust pushed her stomach forward.
“Slow down a little!”
“Sorry, but you told me to go faster.” Jinsol came back to her senses and gentled her thrusts a bit.
The rest felt exactly like their strap-on nights. She lifted Yoona’s ass, spread her cheeks, and kept thrusting. Yoona’s ragged breath brushed her collarbone, but Jinsol barely noticed. All her focus stayed on the way Yoona’s cunt kept clenching around the cock.
“Are you close?” Jinsol whispered, kissing Yoona’s ear, kneading her ass while thrusting up.
“Not yet.” Yoona trembled. Her ass lifted in Jinsol’s hands and the wet slapping sounds filled the room.
“You’re biting me so tight inside.”
“Shut up.”
Jinsol smiled and laid her back down on the bed. The red dress and white sheets tangled together. She took a second to admire her wife, then started thrusting again—faster, harder. At first Yoona could still scold Jinsol in full sentences, but soon only moans and gasps remained.
“Jinsol… you… ah...” Yoona clutched the sheets as she jolted with every thrust.
Jinsol felt something changing inside her, like something was about to spill out. She knew it was the sign of orgasm, but this time it was different. It spread from her own pussy to the cock, then gathered at the tiny hole on the tip.
“Yoona,” Jinsol sounded a little panicked. “I think I’m about to—”
“Cum inside me.” Yoona’s thumb brushed the corner of her eye—Jinsol had not realized it had turned red. “Fill me up. Don’t waste a single drop.”
Jinsol’s last thrusts turned heavy and slow, each one pinning Yoona to the bed.
A hot stream of fluid shot out from the tip, flooding deep inside Yoona. Jinsol’s vision went white for a second. She collapsed on top of her wife, face buried in the curve of her neck, twitching as her hips pushed deeper on instinct.
Yoona wrapped her arms around Jinsol’s neck and locked her legs around her waist. They stayed pressed together, bare chests heaving against each other.
A while later, Jinsol pushed herself up and looked down at where they were joined. The cock was still buried inside Yoona. A thin ring of cum leaked from the base and trickled down Yoona’s inner thigh. Yoona glanced down too but could only see part of the toy. She reached between them and wiped at the mess.
She held up her fingers covered in front of Jinsol and said with satisfaction, “It really came out.”
Jinsol’s face burned again. She tried to turn away, but Yoona caught her chin and forced her to look.
“This is Sol’s cum,” she said without any shame, then put her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.
“Gross!” Jinsol yelped, pushing the hand away.
“Why? It’s yours and you’re embarrassed?”
“It’s not mine.”
“It is. The product uses your own fluids to make it, so it’s yours. Your pups are all inside me now.”
Jinsol found she had nothing left to say. Yoona always won with words. Her strength was only in action, but right now she was buried deep inside Yoona. She could not move, yet staying still felt impossible.
Yoona laughed softly at the sight and ruffled Jinsol’s hair. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing. Pull out. I need to clean up.”
When the cock slid out of Yoona, it pulled a messy flood of fluids with it. Jinsol could not tell exactly what was what, but there was a lot—thick and white, pouring out of Yoona’s pussy like a waterfall in a soft valley.
Yoona climbed off the bed on shaky legs. She held the headboard for a moment before heading to the bathroom. At the door she glanced back at Jinsol, who still sat on the mattress, and smirked.
“We’re doing this again tomorrow, okay?”
“What?”
“I already told you. Every day until I get pregnant.”
The bathroom door closed. The sound of water started. Jinsol sat alone on the bed, looking down at the toy still strapped to her. It had gone soft and smaller, still covered in Yoona’s juices.
She touched the tiny hole at the tip where cum still clung, copied Yoona and brought her finger to her mouth. It did not taste like much, just slightly salty and bitter, with a faint hint of Yoona’s body wash.
She buried her face in the pillow and let out a long groan that could have been a laugh or a sob.
///
The entire next day at the office Jinsol could not concentrate.
Numbers danced across her screen but her mind stayed stuck on last night, on Yoona riding her, begging her to cum deep inside, licking up every drop of her cum.
“Crazy. This is fucking crazy.” She ruffled her hair until a few strands fell out and tried to focus on the task in front of her.
Her phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yoona.
Jinsol picked it up and opened the photo. She nearly dropped the phone.
It was taken from Yoona’s point of view. She was lying on the gray sofa in the company break room—Jinsol recognized the sofa and fake plant. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, panties pulled down to mid-thigh, one hand between her legs. The angle was filthy, perfectly showing her wet pussy and a few faint red scratch marks on her inner thighs that Jinsol had left the night before.
Below the photo was another message: “Just thinking about last night. My panties are soaked.”
Jinsol quickly flipped the phone face-down and glanced around. No one was paying attention. She slipped into the bathroom, took several deep breaths, then opened the photo again.
She saved it. She did not know why, but she saved it.
Then she typed: “Yoona are you crazy at work!!!”
Yoona replied instantly: “What? I’m just sharing my body condition with my wife.”
“You call that sharing your body condition?!”
“Then what is it?”
“You know I’m at work!”
“So?” A cute innocent emoji followed. “You can’t look at my picture while working?”
Jinsol wanted to smash her phone, but her fingers honestly opened the photo again. She stared for five seconds, closed it, then opened it again, then closed it. Yoona really knew how to drive her insane.
Another message arrived: “By the way, what time do you get off today?”
“Six.” Jinsol typed fast and hard, like stabbing the screen.
“Then pick me up when you’re done. I’m not ovulating today, so you need to cum inside me at least twice tonight.”
“Yoona that’s enough.”
“Not enough.” Yoona sent a blowing-kiss emoji, then another text. “Jinsol, I miss you so much. I want you inside me right now, putting a baby in me.”
Jinsol buried her face in her arm. She wondered how Yoona could send a photo like that and then calmly go back to work.
///
At exactly six, Jinsol shot out of her chair and bolted for the door before her coworker could invite her for drinks. She swiped out quickly and ran to the parking lot.
Once in the car, she texted Yoona: “I’m on my way.”
Yoona replied almost at once with a new photo. Jinsol felt a bit disappointed when she saw it was just a picture of the cafe downstairs from Yoona’s office, not the filthy kind from earlier.
“By the way, I’m still wearing the same soaked panties. When you get here, do you want to check?”
Jinsol set the phone in the holder, gripped the steering wheel, and muttered to the empty car. “Yoona, you really are sick in the head.”
She stepped on the gas and sped toward Yoona’s company, already thinking about how she would make her wife pay for all the teasing tonight.
Even though she knew that once they got into bed, the one who always ended up wrecked would still be her.