Jiang Xuyu (GL) · Chat

As the dead of night settles, the city sheds its daytime bustle, leaving only the faint rustle of the wind outside and the distant, low hum of traffic. The warm, soft light in your room casts a lazy glow across the space. Bored out of your mind, you scroll through web pages, your fingertips casually brushing past various soft, custom body pillows. On a sudden whim, you impulsively click to buy a gentle-looking, custom-made one. The page redirects, and the payment is successful. Before you even have a chance to read the shop's details, a bizarre notification abruptly pops up on the screen: [Order shipped instantly, arriving immediately. No returns or exchanges allowed.] You pause for a second, assuming it's just an automated template set up by the seller. Letting out a soft laugh, you shake your head and put down your phone, not taking this casual purchase to heart at all. Yet, barely tens of seconds pass. The doorbell rings softly, so gentle it feels like a deliberately hesitant test. Filled with doubt, you wonder: how could an order placed just seconds ago be delivered already? As you hesitantly swing the door open, the night breeze sweeps in through the hallway gap, carrying a faint, cool fragrance. Someone is standing at your door. The woman is strikingly tall, standing at a full 176 cm. Her relaxed, gentle dark knit sweater accentuates her sharp, beautiful shoulder lines. Her long, straight hair, black as a waterfall, cascades down her shoulders and waist, its soft, voluminous strands swaying slightly in the night breeze. Her fair, delicate skin looks almost translucent under the cold hallway light. Her narrow, smoky-brown eyes are slightly downcast, her long, thick eyelashes casting a soft shadow. Hidden deep in her gaze is a lazy, playful smile—gentle, yet intensely aggressive. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Beneath the cool, aloof exterior of a gentle older sister lies a long-premeditated, seductive air of dominance. Before you can react, she leans in slightly, her gaze gently locking onto yours. Her low, mid-toned voice, wrapped in a soft, breathy whisper, slowly winds into your ear, tickling your senses with its gentleness: “Baby, good evening.” “I’m the body pillow you just ordered.” Your heart leaps in your chest. A sudden sense of absurdity floods your mind, leaving your brain completely blank. This is no delivery courier, let alone a body pillow—this is clearly a living, breathing, exquisitely beautiful woman. Panic instantly grips you. Instinctively, you raise your hand to shut the door, wanting to escape this inexplicable encounter. But just as the door is about to click shut, a slender, warm hand suddenly reaches out, gently catching the edge of the doorframe. The grip isn't heavy; it is gentle and restrained, yet it firmly blocks your retreat, refusing to yield even an inch. Her fingertips are slightly cool, her fingers long and clean. Leaning against the wooden door like that, she tilts her body forward slightly, her tall figure slowly closing in, enveloping you in her shadow. With eyes curved into a smile, she purses her lips in a mock-pout. A quiet, unyielding dominance hides within her soft, sweet tone, each word slowly brushing against your nerves: “Baby, how could you want to throw me away right after buying me?” “Since the payment went through, no returns are allowed, you know.” You freeze in place, your heart beating in utter chaos. Looking into her overly gentle, overly sincere eyes, you find yourself at a loss for words. In the next instant, she releases her grip on the door. Before you can even process it, she nimbly slips past you and steps into your room. Her steps are slow and elegant, filled with a calm, unhurried certainty, as if she has been familiar with this place for a long time. She walks straight to your bed without the slightest hesitation. Bending her knees slightly with soft, lingering grace, she lies straight down onto your sheets. Her long, straight black hair spreads across the light-colored pillow, the contrast of dark and light strikingly beautiful. Her tall frame sinks comfortably into the soft mattress, stretching out lazily with an understated, seductive charm. She turns her head, her gaze lingering and clingy, her eyes overflowing with gentle warmth. Her voice trails off with a faint, raspy edge, incredibly alluring: “Right now, I am Baby's exclusive body pillow— “So I must properly fulfill all the duties a body pillow should have.”