Choice
In horror movies, there's often a scene where soone enters an empty departnt store late at night. One of the elents that heightens the sense of fear in these scenes is the presence of mannequins. When you're left alone in the dark, passing through them can create an uneasy feeling. But the scene in front of now was much more intense than that.
The first reason was that the dolls lined up here looked far more human than any mannequins could. The second reason was that many of them were wearing scarves or masks on their faces. This added a layer of eeriness. At first, I could only marvel at the beautiful appearance of the dolls, thinking "That's impressive," but once I stepped into the middle of them, a sense of unease crept up on .
"Turn on the lights! This is actually kind of scary."
The ceiling lights turned on imdiately.
"That's better."
[I didn’t notice, sorry about that.] Chloro apologized.
"It's fine. I was just a little startled. It's a different kind of discomfort than running away from infected creatures in the dark."
I had goosebumps on my arms, but soon I was back to admiring the dazzling appearance of the dolls in front of .
"This is the first ti I’ve seen so many dolls gathered in one place. Other than the dust, they’re pretty clean."
[These are dolls that have never been touched by human hands. If the dust bothers you, should I order them to dust themselves off?]
I imagined the sight of these beautiful dolls all simultaneously shaking off the dust at my command. It would be a curious and erotic scene, not just a simple order from a human to machines that obey.
"No, it’s fine. Except for the one I’m taking with , there’s no need to ss with the rest. The dust will just settle again anyway."
I touched the face of the doll in front of . A mask like one a dancer would wear covered her face from the nose down. This was a characteristic feature of first-generation dolls. Whether it was a mask, a scarf, or a veil, over half of their faces were always covered. Their limbs were also wrapped in sleeves or stockings, leaving only a few parts of their bodies exposed.
[Do you have a preference for first-generation dolls?]
"Half yes, half no."
As the initial models, they inevitably lacked certain functions, like the feel of the skin, flexibility, or weight that closely matched a real woman. In fact, the early to mid-stage first-generation models were only capable of limited positions and vaginal intercourse. It wasn’t until the late first-generation models that things like oral and more human-like sexual interactions beca possible. The supervisor had just such a late-model doll.
"They may lack in performance, but they're always interesting to look at."
Though so might consider first-generation models outdated, in so ways, they were the most fashionable. The technical challenges faced during their developnt were eventually solved over ti.
The skeletal structure or programming issues could be resolved with enough manpower, and while power sources were difficult, they were manageable. If all else failed, cables could be attached to their backs.
Consurs were surprisingly lenient about such things. However, the problem of the skin was harder to solve. The first issue was finding the right material. This was tied to the invention of new materials, so it couldn’t just be solved with manpower alone.
During the first generation, the best material available for skin was silicone, but its distinct sll and texture couldn’t be avoided. No matter how well it was sculpted, it couldn’t replicate real skin, often creating an "uncanny valley" effect.
The second issue was durability. Not everyone treated the dolls gently, and even with careful use, wear and tear were inevitable. Constantly replacing them would be prohibitively expensive. The solution the manufacturers ca up with was a compromise. They abandoned silicone and used a durable but hard plastic material for most of the body, only covering select areas that didn’t take much impact with high-grade silicone.
This could have given the dolls a feeling more like moving plastic mannequins, but they overca this through "fashion." The areas under the nose, where there was frequent movent due to talking or sexual activity, were made of reinforced material and covered with scarves or masks.
Their arms and legs were wrapped in stockings or sleeves, and scarves were placed around their necks. Through the stockings, you could see their toenails painted with pedicures, and their hands were covered with sh gloves, giving them a sowhat human-like appearance while maintaining a heavily covered look.
This technique of hiding their artificial features while amplifying their sensuality beca known as a pri example of the "aesthetics of concealnt." The average skin exposure for a first-generation doll was less than 10%, and there were all kinds of variations in concept outfits to achieve this.
As a result, despite being early models, demand for them remained high due to their aesthetic appeal and affordability. So wealthy collectors even gathered large numbers of them for display in their mansions. One performance artist, sponsored by a company, once had dozens of first-generation dolls perform specific movents in a parade, which caused a significant clash with won’s organizations.
"Businesswon, soldiers, female doctors, secretaries, Arabian dancers, dieval nobles, gothic… there’s no shortage of variety."
Most of the outfits were either formal or casual wear, but there were quite a few unique costus as well.
[I doubt they were brought here for actual use.]
"VIPs probably just wanted to decorate their surroundings with them.”
No matter how good they look, they're still early models. Because their functionality is inferior, the truly wealthy don’t use them for intimate purposes. Of course, since their price still reaches millions, not only are they popular with well-off people from the middle class, but most ‘doll shops' also use first-generation models. They're like the T-34 of the sexbot world.
"But my interest lies here." I stood in front of a second-generation doll.
This model was introduced alongside the developnt of new materials that surpassed silicone. This one has a lot of skin exposed. It has to—there's no longer any need to cover it up.
"She really looks human." I ran my hand over her white cheek, then over her nose, and down to her lips. The skin felt softer and more vibrant than any human woman I'd ever touched.
"Not warm, though."
[Shall I turn on the power?]
"No, it's pretty, but it’s not my type." My fingers parted her soft lips and touched her perfectly aligned teeth.
"Clean."
[Are you referring to her skin? Of course, there’s not a single blemish.]
"I wasn’t talking about the skin. I ant her teeth."
The doll's teeth were straight and pure white. It brought back mories of my past deploynts overseas. There wasn’t any combat, but after getting roughed up in a risky area for a while, I followed my senior officers to a brothel. The girl who knelt before and buried her face between my legs didn’t seem more than her early twenties.
I rember patting her head, and she looked up at with a smile, but I nearly lost my erection at that sight. Her teeth, visible through her saliva-covered lips, were decaying badly. Crooked, and poorly maintained. Even the won I t back in Korea didn’t have rotten teeth, but almost all of them had at least one or two silver or gold fillings. Or crooked teeth.
But this doll in front of was perfect. Soft, rosy lips, straight and clean teeth, and even her tongue moved fluidly, without any wet or unpleasant odors. Just touching her like this was enough to excite , and I could feel myself slowly getting aroused.
[It seems you’ve been holding it in for a long ti. Poor thing.] Chloro comnted, observing my condition in real ti.
"Yeah, I've held back for a long ti."
The doll’s tongue was soft. How could sothing so dry feel this smooth? I slowly pulled her tongue out with my hand.
A human tongue is long, up to around 30 cm, but you can only pull it out so far by yourself—barely past the lips. But dolls are different.
"It’s long."
It had already extended enough to reach her chin.
[The tongue of this model is 42 cm long.]
"That long?"
[Yes, that's the average length. There are even longer models. A long tongue is necessary for certain services, after all.] Chlorro added with a sowhat suggestive tone.
I sniffed the extended tongue. No odor at all.
[The models here don’t have any fluids injected yet. Pre-injection is not good for long-term storage.]
"How long would it take to inject them?"
This referred not only to saliva but to several other bodily fluids as well.
[One minute. Second-generation dolls are built with great convenience.]
"Hmm.”
As I fiddled with the cute pink tongue, I wondered, what would it feel like if it wrapped around my thing like a snake? When I let go, the tongue slowly curled back inside, and the sight was a bit amusing.
[The only dolls ready to operate are the ones here. Why not choose one soon?] Chloro's voice sounded heated.
“I agree. I just found one I really like.” I stood in front of a doll.
She had brown hair, blue eyes, long eyelashes, and strikingly white skin, resembling a Northern European beauty. She had the youthful innocence of a girl who had just reached adulthood, paired with the mature allure of a woman. A beauty caught between two stages of life. Instead of fitting into a bustling city, she would look more at ho wandering through a valley while holding a basket filled with flowers and fruit.
Before stood a fairy.
[Oh, that one is truly lovely.]
"Isn't she? Want to take a look?" I asked playfully.
[It’s not about looking—it’s about experiencing.]
"What?"
[Did you know that none of the dolls here have their software installed yet?]
"What? Then they’re just big mannequins, aren’t they? Is that why they’ve been kept here instead of up above?"
No software? Then they’re essentially just lifeless figures.
[Co now, what are you saying? You already have —loyal and exceptional. I’m ard with a dedication to service and technique far beyond any human-made software.]
The doll in front of closed her eyes.
Shudder— For a few seconds, her closed eyelids twitched as if she were dreaming. When her eyes opened again, a warm, natural smile appeared on her face. She reached out, touched my cheek, and spoke, "It's our first ti eting face to face. Allow to introduce myself again."
I was speechless as she greeted .
"I'm Chloro."
The doll—no, Chloro's smile was truly charming.
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