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The news of Riki’s father’s new job was anything but good - for Riki, at least. The job itself wasn’t the problem; it was the fact that it was in a different state and an entirely new town that he had never so much as heard of before, and there was nothing he could do about it. His mother, his father, even his younger sister, Yua, who was initially upset she would be leaving all her friends, everyone was excited but him.
Change wasn’t something he particularly liked; it wasn’t something he was used to. He still lived in his childhood home with his parents in the same town he was born in. Everyone his age was either going to university or getting jobs - they were experiencing new things. So when he told his parents he was taking online classes instead of going to a university, they were less than ecstatic - especially his mother.
Meeting new people wasn’t something he was fond of, nor was it something he went out of his way to do. It wasn’t that he couldn’t make friends, but the ones he did have were quickly lost after the transition into ‘adult life’ after graduation. The lack of close connections he had was something his parents worried about, so the news only made his mother fear that he was becoming a ‘hikikomori’, which he thought was extreme. He wasn’t a ‘shut-in’; he was simply an introvert. He liked his space and liked to keep to himself.
At first glance, the shape of the property wasn’t great. His dad did say it was a ‘work in progress’ and that he would need his help to fix it up. But this? This was not what he had expected. The house was void of any recent living. It was a couple stories with a coat of cracked, muted green paint, and nearly falling apart in some places. The lawn was unkept and wild, with no signs of maintenance. The interior was far nicer, despite it not being as well kept as it could have been, but in comparison to the exterior, it was more dusty than anything else. The walls were a light, faded shade of blue that he thought clashed with the dark wood floors, but it was liveable.
“What do you think, kids,” Riki’s father asked.
“Uh- it definitely something,” he replied, not really knowing what to respond with.
“I love it! It’s like one of those spooky houses in scary movies,” Yua chimed in, excitedly.
“I know it looks a bit rough, but it had potential,” their father tried to convince in which no one responded. “Alright, why don’t you go explore the house. The master bedroom is on the first floor, so you guys get a free pick of anything upstairs. No fighting, please.”
“Niinii, hurry up,” Yua whined to her older brother, already halfway up the stairs, eager to pick.
“I’m coming,” he sighed in response.
“Niinii, look! This room’s pink!” she squealed excitedly, pointing into the first room on the right side of the hall. “I want this one!”
”Fine by me,” he said, completely fine without the room with pale pink walls and floral trim.
That left the other two rooms. The room across Yua’s, on the left side of the hall, was larger with a large window that let in the perfect amount of natural light - something he appreciated, because he wasn’t very fond of overhead lighting. He had always been drawn to candles and lamps that offered dimmer lighting. The walls were a horrendous outdated floral pattern, which he planned to replace with a more acceptable shade of black. The remaining room was smaller and a better fit to turn into his father’s home office.
“Hey, Dad, I think we have decided on our rooms!” Riki yelled so his dad could hear him down stairs as he walked back down stairs.
“Sounds Good! Why don’t you go into town and bring us some sandwiches, or something. Oh- you're here,” his dad lowered the volume in his voice when he saw Riki downstairs.
God, Riki did not want to go out. ”Where am I even supposed to get sandwiches?”
“I don’t know. Just search for something and pick whatever looks good. Here’s my card.”
“Okay,” Riki sighed.
Riki ended up choosing a nearby cafe, not wanting to go that far. He ordered three different sandwiches, not really knowing what his parents or Yua wanted.
“Are you new here?” A boy around Riki’s age asked, startling him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. ‘just not used to seeing new faces.”
”Uh- yeah? I’m Riki,” he responded, still confused why this stranger was talking to him.
“Cool, cool. I’m Jaeyun or Jake - everyone calls me Jake. I’m fine with either. Anyways, what brings you to town?” Jake had a lot of energy and rambled, nearly incoherent due to his unusual accent (Australian is not really that unusual).
“Alright, um- Jake.” Riki decided. “My dad just got a new job out in the city, so we moved into that big, old house near the library.” Jake stood there, eyes wide and silent, like Riki had said something wrong. “What?”
”Dude, I don’t know if you knew this, but that place is, like, really haunted. Apparently some kid went missing and his father killed himself a few years later. That was, like, a really, really long time ago, but nothing good comes out from that place. My halmonie tells me stories about how kids used to go missing around that house when my mom was a kid. Creepy stuff,” Jake shivered at the thought.
“Ghosts aren’t real. I’m sure it’s fine,” Riki responded, not taking a single word seriously.
”Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jake replies in a ‘sing-song’ tone. “Every family who moves into that house never lasts more than a couple months, and no one’s tried for a while.”
“Sure.”
“Riki!” His order was called out.
“I work across the street at the tech store, so if you need anything or just want someone to talk to, I’ll be around.” Jake pointed at a small technology goods and repair shop before walking out and letting Riki grab his order.
The encounter was short, but weird. Jake was nice, but a bit loud.
Riki hadn’t fully unpacked, but he was out of the phase of living out of boxes. The house was slowly getting more familiar and comfortable. Anything out of the ordinary was yet to happen despite what Jake insisted - only the occasional odd sound that woke him up from his sleep.
As a skeptic, Riki believed in fact; everything had an explanation. He knew better than to give into superstitious paranoia spread by some coincidence a couple decades ago. He wouldn’t be truthful if he were to say that he didn’t find the missing persons cases a tad interesting. People didn’t just disappear.
Since Jake brought it up, it had weight on Riki’s mind. Maybe it was the boredom getting to him. The repetition of fixing the house with his dad was getting to him; he hardly left the house, and there was only so much painting he could do and so many of his dad’s jokes he could take. Regardless, it occupied too much of his curiosity.
There wasn’t much online other than a few scans of local newspapers. What he gathered from the little information he had, was that around nine teenagers went missing throughout the years of 1999-2000, the last one being a seventeen year old boy named Kim Sunoo, on June 7th, 1988.
He remembered Jake mentioning one of the kids' fathers had killed himself a few years after, leaving the home empty for most of the three decades before Riki moved in.
It was harder to find the information on the boy's father, but after some digging in online archives, he came across a headline of a man found dead in a nearby river from 2003. His name was Kim Ilsung, and he shared his surname with the last teenager to go missing.
His death was ruled a suicide.
So some kids went missing around twenty-five years ago and a guy killed himself. Sure, it was strange, but there was still no explanation on why everyone thought the house was haunted, and he wasn’t particularly interested in humoring the possibility. The man didn’t even take his life on the property. There were two things we was still sure of:
His house was not haunted, and ghosts were not real.
The house was old, so it creaked. There were likely bats or rodents in the attic that created shuffling sounds in the walls.
And if ghosts did, somehow, happen to exist, he was sure he could protect himself just fine.
“I think there is some animal stuck in the attic or something,” Riki brought up at breakfast.
During the day, there was no noise, but at night, Riki had trouble falling asleep. This didn’t fill him with fear, but at times it was unsettling. It didn’t bother him as much as it did his younger sister.
Some days, the sounds were louder; other days, it was near silent. They didn’t always wake him up but it was bothersome when they did. The sounds didn’t instill fear in him, but it was unsettling. Other times, it was just irritating.
The sounds would wake up Yua, and she would come banging on his door crying that she was scared of ghosts, and he would have to walk her down the stairs to their parents room.
Sometimes there would be series of thumps and soft muted taps - or maybe soft patters? The light pacing accompanied by soft creaking was odd, but he never stayed up enough to think more about it - most of the time. On the nights where he couldn’t drift back off to sleep, he noticed that the shuffling lasted at most an hour and didn’t sound like any animal he could pinpoint, but there was nothing else it could be.
“What attic?” Riki’s mom asked, confused like that was new information.
“What do you mean? There has to be an attic? We have an entire extra window,” Riki was sure he saw a window above the second floor.
“Riki’s right,” his dad chimed in. “ With all the house work, it slipped my mind, but I haven’t seen any access to it. You know what? Why don’t you look for it, Riks?”
“Sure, whatever. Shouldn't be hard.”
Assuming they all just happened to overlook a door to the attic, he thought it would be easy to locate, but unfortunately for Riki, It was much harder than he anticipated. No matter how hard he looked, there were no signs of any way to get into the attic. He wasn’t achieving anything but mindlessly walking in circles. He even went back outside to make sure he didn’t hallucinate a window, but all did was confirm that there was one.
There had to be something he was missing. He swore he checked each room at least 5 times. He had no idea where he was supposed to be looking or what he was meant to look for, but giving up wasn't an option.
Maybe what he needed was a break. Everything was starting to blend together, and he doubted there was anything productive happening anymore, so he decided it was best to give in.
Before he sat on his bed, he decided to check the bedroom just one final time. At that point, the door had to be hidden, otherwise he was just stupid. He kept his eye out for anything unusual or out of the ordinary.
Other than the standard sight of ‘old’ he saw, everything looked standard, but one thing caught his eye in the oddly picked wallpaper of this room that didn’t match any other walls in the house - an odd choice. Something else felt off.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed there was a difference in one of the walls he had yet to paint over in his bedroom that he hadn’t caught initially - probably too distracted by the overwhelming amount of work that needed to be done in the house. Over time, the wallpaper seemed to warp slightly, showing a faint outline of what could be a door.
He felt around the area with his hands, and decided to take a screwdriver to the indents, revealing gaps of what was clearly a poor attempt (yet it took hours to find) at a hidden door. It was strange that someone would try so hard to conceal the space, but he didn’t question it. There was an indent of a lock that was easy to see, but he hadn’t come across a key that could open it.
When searching the house, he had no idea where to look or if the key still existed. He checked every corner and every drawer, but there was no sign of a key. He asked both his parents if they had come across a key, but they were of no help.
Upstairs in his room, Riki stepped on a rather squeaky wooden floorboard that happened to be near the locked door. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but there was no harm in looking.
The floorboard was surprisingly loose. Perhaps, purposefully so. It blended into the rest of the floor, but it was easy to lift with a thin flat-tipped screw driver he use to reveal the door.
Under the loose floor board was a dark brass key. He hoped this wasn’t a cruel joke being played, and it was the actual key he so desperately needed.
Riki was not scared (or at least that was what he told himself). He had no idea what reason someone could have to go through that much effort, and now he couldn’t ignore it. Either he was about to become rich from hidden treasure, or possibly something not so good, like a fully decomposed body that was reduced to nothing but bone.
His hands shook a bit, but he tried to compose himself as he brought the key to the lock, breaking through the wallpaper, and stabbing it into the lock. He was nervous to see if it opened. He twisted the key and-
Click.
He heard the locking mechanism unlock, notifying him that the key was in fact correct, and that he would have to check what was inside. He had to use a bit of force to open the door; it likely hadn’t been opened in some time and the hinges had rusted.
Once the door opened, he was hit with a gust of dust that entered his lungs and sent him into a fit of painful coughs and made his eyes water.
Through the door was a dark stairway that led to what he assumed had to be the attic visible from the exterior of the house. Something about the damp scent of the possible woodrot was unsettling.
There was no light switch to be seen, so he grabbed his phone to use as flash. He slowly made his way up the stairs. Realistically, the worst thing that could be up there were some bats or mice.
When he made it up, the daylight from outside seeped into the attic through the circular window, and his eyes settled on a figure for a split second before-
“AHHHHH- Ouch, fuck,” Riki screamed and jumped, bumping his head on the low roof that didn’t accomadate his conserable height.
Upon closer look, there happened to be what looked like a person propped up against the wall, next to the window.
A pit in his stomach formed. The closer he got, the clearer it became that it wasn’t a real person at all, but a life-sized doll of some sort.
Creepy, he thought to himself.
The doll was made to look like a young man, perhaps around the age of a young adult. RIki found it odd that someone would have such a doll to begin with, but for it to be the only thing up there, locked away, was strange.
He was disturbed, but he wasn’t scared.
There were no dead bodies, and ghosts weren’t real, but unsettling, realistic life-size dolls were reasonable - somewhat. Weird, but not out of this world or imaginary.
The more he stared, the more intrigued he got. He walked closer to the doll in the cramped space. It was almost impressive how lifelike the doll truly was - if it weren’t for how creepy it was. The only obvious signs of lifelessness were the visible ball joints at the knee and the empty, soulless eyes that did not move, but still felt like they followed him.
Riki wouldn’t consider himself a homosexual, but he did appreciate pretty things. He didn’t think he had ever seen a real person who held even a similar level of beauty the doll possessed. The features on the face of the doll were striking. It had a youthful appearance paired with sultry, yet innocent looking eyes that were a shade of light brown, and a beautiful set of long eyelashes. The lips were full, plumped and pink that settled in a slight pout. The skin was smooth with a pale even completion, and a perfectly painted flush of pink on the cheeks. ‘His’ hair was thick and glossy - a deep black that contrasted against his pale complexion.
The size of the doll was that of an adult man - not a very large or tall one, but not uncommonly short. It was definitely smaller than he was, but being over six feet tall didn’t make that surprising. If he had to guess, the doll was around half a foot or so smaller vertically in comparison. Even the stature of the doll seemed fragile with a delicate waist and undefined limbs.
The doll wore an outfit that he inferred took inspiration from school uniforms: A white button down shirt tucked into a pair of black shorts that met at the ball-jointed knees with a black tie, and socks that met at the lower-mid calf, paired with a pair of black back shoes.
Growing more curious about the doll, he reached out to touch the ‘skin’. It was cold to the touch, unlike a human's warm skin.
He was entranced by the doll. He felt magnetized to it, but he managed to snap his attention elsewhere, and made his way back out of the small space, leaving the doll where he found it. He didn’t want to lock it, but something in him didn’t want to explain anything to his parents, so instead he locked it and hid the key. Riki hadn’t ventured back into the attic since the first time he went inside. His parents were too busy to remember anything about an attic, and he didn’t bring it up again. The odd sounds stopped, so he didn’t feel the need to, but the doll weighed on his mind for days. He didn’t know much about porcelain dolls, but he knew something that well-made and large had to be a collectors wet dream.
He was sent into a rabbit hole of doll collecting and historical doll trends in his free time, but nothing like his doll that sat in that attic came up. The only descriptors he had to go off of were “ball-jointed”, "porcelain", and “life-sized”, but nothing similar would pop up.
Ebay listings of falling apart or cracked porcelain that were not detailed or close in size, and sites advertising expensive, high-tech, hyperrealistic, silicone based sex dolls flooded the results, making him feel like he hit a dead end.
Perhaps someone knew about the doll, or maybe had information that could explain why the doll was there, but that was unlikely. The doll had been sealed away and untouched for an unknown amount of time, and in the chance someone did know anything about it, they were probably hard to track down.
Defeat wasn’t something Riki took lightly. He wouldn’t let all that doll research best him. Maybe he needed a closer look at the doll; maybe there was a brand somewhere on its body, hidden beneath its clothing. Any clue to give him a starting point would do.
If he was honest, the unsettling atmosphere of the attic made him ignore it all together, but the harder he resisted, the more he felt the need to take another look at the doll. The research consumed him. He had to take another look.
Riki found himself standing at the closed door of the attic, while his parents were out doing errands and took Yua with them.
It was just an attic, he thought to himself.
He knew what was up there, so he didn’t know why he was nervous.
As he opened the door, nothing had changed since the last time. It was just as dusty and odd smelling as it had previously been. He traveled up the stairs, and he remembered to bend his head down when he reached the top.
Knowing what to expect, he didn’t hit his head, and there he was. The doll was in the same place where Riki left him.
The same magnetizing feeling filled him just as it had the first time. The boy was just as beautiful and he remembered. Riki couldn’t help but stare at the doll and take in the sight.
Why am I here, again? Riki thought. Oh yes, a hint. For research…?
He was there to search the doll and inspect and find anything he missed and put an end to his undying curiosity.
He sat himself to the right of the doll. He double checked what was visible; there was no signature, no brand, but there were details he hadn’t first paid attention to. The smaller delicate hands that bent at joints and flushed pink at the knuckles the same way the doll's knees did caught his attention. The detail was impressive, but the vast amount of the doll was covered up.
The realism of the doll made him nervous to strip it of its clothes. It felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t, like he was some pervert for doing so. He had to remind himself that it was just a doll and not a real person. There was nothing inherently sexual about the human (or doll in this case) body, and he wasn’t gay anywhere.
Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course.
Riki’s large hands found their way around the buttons, undoing them one by one, slowly. After he got down to the last button, he removed it from the doll, carefully. He began to inspect the body. The waist of the doll was somehow prettier without the shirt. The indent gave the dolls figure a soft feminine curve, but the chest was flat - mostly. The doll had the same blush from its joints and cheeks on what seemed to be its nipples. They were not fully discernible buds nor did they come to a point, but they did have a soft, almost puffy appearance. The shoulders and elbows that were once covered by long sleeves, sported the same ball-joints that appeared on other parts of the body, but again, there was no clue to point him anywhere.
If taking the doll's shirt off made Riki feel perverted, stripping the shorts off the doll felt entirely wrong. He knew the doll wasn’t alive, but a part of him felt that it was too much. He had to power through and just do it (in the name of research).
Thankfully, there was no belt, so he went straight to unbutton the shorts. He couldn’t just take them off in the position the doll was in, so he laid it flat on the floor to slide them off. He kept his eyes on the shorts for as long as he could, to limit eye contact with the doll's intimate area (which he assumed would be flat). The shorts got caught on the shoes which Riki stupidly forgot to take off first, so he quickly untied them and removed them before the doll was rid of its shorts.
He felt awkward having to look, but had to. His eyes slowly traveled up the doll's legs before they stopped at something he hadn’t expected. He leaned closer to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. He was left completely dumbfounded. Sure the doll leaned feminine, but from the flat chest and short hair to the boy's uniform, the doll was definitely modeled after a terribly pretty man. But, staring right at Riki was a-
Vagina?
It had a vagina. The lips were smooth and appeared plump, the clitorous was unmistakable, and the area was adorned with the same pinkish shade of blush used on the doll. It was missing one detail. There was no vaginal opening. It was just for show. This wasn’t a sex doll, but a doll made to have its beauty appreciated, so why was Riki unable to look away with his cock fully erect and throbbing in his jeans? He didn’t notice his erection till he felt it twitch.
There was something about the way the doll laid there that felt both wrong and nasty. He tried his hardest to ignore his arousal and continue searching the doll’s skin. He turned the doll over to check its back side. He thought it would help to not look at the doll’s vagina, but it was just as difficult when his eyes fell on the most perfect and plump ass he’d seen. Again, there was nothing.
When he turned the doll back onto its back, his curiosity got the best of him.
It’s just a doll, touching is fine. He tried convincing himself.
The perversion that coursed through him clouded his thoughts as he dragged his thumb across the smooth, cold porcelain and felt out the divots and contours. His cock painfully strained against his jeans, throbbing and leaking as he continued to touch.
He spread the doll’s legs for easier access and slotted himself in the space between. He leaned his head closer to get a better look.
The perfectly molded pussy was beautiful. It was almost a shame there was no way to slip inside, but if anything, that turned Riki on more. He felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t, but couldn’t stop himself from falling deeper in the act.
He knew the doll couldn't feel what he was doing, but that didn’t stop him. He stuck out his tongue to feel out the pussy with his mouth, and dragged the slick muscle against every crevice. If he wasn’t so horny, he would feel stupid at his actions.
Spit was getting everywhere. All over his face and the doll’s thighs and cunt. Riki was eating out the doll like he could get a taste if only he tried hard enough.
The doll’s body was limp in his hold, like he was pliant and ready.
His dick was still confined, getting increasingly more painful in the restriction of his pants. He pulled away, setting its legs down to unbutton and free his cock from his pants. As he whipped it out, it was slick and sticky with his precome. It felt heavy in his hand, pumping it a few times to relieve his erection just a little bit.
He elevated the doll's hips on his lap and rested his cock against the hard cunt that was warmed up by his own mouth.
The sight in front of him was a lot to take in. His cock looked heavier, thicker, and somehow even larger against the doll’s smaller body. He tried to fuck himself in between the space above its pussy and in between its thick thighs. Fucking someones thighs served a difficult task when it was a doll, but Riki didn’t care. Trying was all he could continue doing as he looked down at the doll's pretty face.
The angle the doll was in almost gave the illusion that it was looking up at Riki through its long eyelashes. It didn’t matter if the doll was alive or not. He was too horny and turned on to think rationally.
The more he thrusted against the spit and precome slicked pussy, the closer he got. Before he reached his high, he knew he needed to feel something more, so he grabbed his cock with his left hand.
He relished in the warmth of his hand. The slide was easy because of how wet his weeping cock was. His pace was fast and rough, and with each flick of his wrist, his orgasm loomed in the background. When he felt the pleasure build up, he used his thumb to give his neglected tip attention. With one last pump and swipe of his thumb, he pulled back his foreskin, and shot out his release. His eyes screwed shut from his pleasure, as he rode out his high, continuing the motion of his wrist.
When he opened them, he was brought back into reality. The doll laid as it did before, pretty and lifeless, only now, it was covered in Riki’s load. He had never had such an intense orgasm before and it was evident by the volume of cum he had produced.
A feeling of shame washed over him accompanied by pride. The doll appeared even more beautiful, naked and covered in cum. It was covered in the translucent, white liquid, all over the stomach and chest, and even finding its way on to its gorgeous face.
As the ‘post nut clarity’ settled, Riki slowly felt more disgusted by himself. He was never one to be consumed by lust. This wasn’t like him.
He realized he was going to have to clean the doll, so he tucked his wet, limp dick back into his pants, and went down the stairs to grab a wet rag. He cleaned the doll of his semen, dressed him back how he was before, and erased the evidence of what happened. When he went to put the shoes of the doll on, he realized he never checked the feet.
This was his last hope.
He peeled left sock off.
Nothing.
He peeled off the other.
Wait.
Unlike the left foot, the right had black ink writing.
Sunoo, it said.
Odd.
It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he saw that name.
Sunoo. Sunoo. Sunoo. Sunoo. Sunoo.
The same on repeat cycled through Riki's head. He was hopeful it would bring him somewhere, but it was a dead end. There was no information on this name in relation to the origin of his doll. All he knew was that it was a common Korean name, and the only conclusion he could come up with was that it was likely the name of the doll.
Sunoo. It was fitting.
A sweet sounding name for a sweet looking doll.
After the events of the second time he visited the doll, it became more frequent. It was like Riki’s guilty pleasure that no one knew about, and he didn’t want anyone to find out about. He couldn’t share his rare finding. It was for him, and him only. .
Riki never minded feeling lonely, but in a new environment with no one but his mother, father, and sister to talk to made him crave connection. Sunoo wasn’t real, but he did provide a beautiful face and some well appreciated company. Riki knew he had to make actual friends, but he had been so busy with helping his dad and research, that he kept himself inside his home the majority of the time. He should force himself to go out.
“Riks, dear, would you mind taking the car, and picking up a few things from the store for dinner tonight? Feel free to stop by some shops on the way back. You could use the fresh air,” Riki’s mother asked.
“Sure, Mom, just send me whatever you need,” He replied, not arguing, because he knew she was right.
“Oooh, can I go with you, Riki, please,” she whined.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take her, but he needed a moment away from his family, and his mother picked up on that. “Sweetheart, why don’t you help mommy in the kitchen today. We can even make some cookies for after dinner.”
“Finee, but only for the cookies.”
Riki decided to take his mom’s advice and stop by a few shops before heading back to the house with the groceries. There weren’t many stores that caught his eye, but there was a thrift store that had potential. He always appreciated interesting fashion, an the shop happened to have some cool graphic tees. The shop was small, so he sifted through the men’s clothing rather quickly.
An idea popped into his head.
Sunoo has always worn the same outfit, and while it was cute (at least Riki thought so) it might be nice to change it up. He continued searching for something that fit the doll's vibe, but nothing spoke to him. There was always something missing, so he gave up and ended up leaving with a few shirts for himself.
On his way out, he noticed a dress shop across the street. It was something his sister might like, or -
Maybe…
He decided to listen to his intuition and just check out what they had.
The dresses were nothing short of adorable; they were all detailed with ruffles and lace, and the accessories only added to the doll-like quality, but a few dresses in particular caught his eye. A black, long sleeved dress with a white ruffled petticoat that matched the collar and sleeves, and a red and cream dress with puffy sleeves that met at the elbow and a corset style bodice.
“Excuse me sir, do you need help with anything,” an older woman asked.
“Oh, Uh- I’m just looking around,” he replied.
”Are you shopping for a girlfriend, perhaps,” she teased.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered. He doesn't know why said that.
“Is there anything that catches ur eye?”
He bit the bullet and requested the two dresses he thought Sunoo would look cute in, and paid for them before he could talk himself out of it and avoid putting a small dent into his savings. Not only did he buy two expensive dresses, but he let the woman talk him into buying accessories.
How was he supposed to explain the two giant bags of frilly dresses to his mom? He hadn’t thought about it. He blinked and suddenly he was pulling out his card and he couldn't stop himself.
When he got home, he unloaded everything he was asked to get, before going back to attempt to sneak past without drawing any attention to himself.
Somehow he managed, his mom having started on dinner, and his dad doing whatever it was he was working on outside.
The excitement started to settle as he pulled Sunoo’s clothes out the bags. He couldn’t wait. For the first time, he brought Sunoo out of the attic and laid him out on his bed. Riki began to strip him of his usual clothes and get him prepped for the change of clothes.
The woman in the shop suggested a pair of white, frilly ruffle socks and matching lingerie set with thigh garters and a pair of panties, and he immediately gave in at the thought of Sunoo in them.
Riki put the socks onto the doll’s delicate feet, then followed with the panties and thigh garters. Finally, he slid the dress onto the body. He had no idea what size Sunoo would fit into, so he guessed, and somehow, the dress fit perfectly.
After the doll was fully dressed, Riki was proud at how cute Sunoo looked in the outfit he picked out. Sunoo looked even more doll-like - despite already being a doll. It was perfect.
Riki didn’t store Sunoo back in the attic. Instead, he kept him on his bed, propped up against the corner where the wall and bed met, so he could admire him.
Plenty of adults had interesting collections (is what he tried to tell himself) so only having one singular doll didn’t make him weird. Hell, he wasn't even the one who purchased him. It would be a shame to let such a pretty thing continue to rot in a dark, damp room all alone. Besides, he had no intention of sharing his new found friend with anyone.
He was far past the age in which his parents felt the need to ever go in his room unannounced, or infringe on his privacy, so he knew Sunoo was safe.
Sunoo was for only him to see.
“Niinii, where did you get the pretty doll? Can I play with it? Please, please please,” Yua begged.
Fuck.
He forgot how nosy Yua was.
Sharing was never something Riki had a problem with - especially with Yua. Possessive wasn’t a word he would use to describe himself. He always prided himself in being a good older brother. He was used to giving up his toys and using his allowance to buy her snacks on the way home from school. But this was different. He didn’t like the idea of sharing Sunoo with anyone, including his sister.
“Hey- Yua don’t mess with him!” Riki said as he rushed over to separate his sister from Sunoo. “I don’t want you to break him.”
“Come on, I won’t break it! I’m not a baby anymore, I know how to take care of things,” she tried to convince him.
“That’s not the point. It’s mine and I don’t want you touching it.”
“That’s not fair! You don’t even play with dolls.”
“I said that’s not that point! Why can’t you just listen to me instead of being a pain in the ass?”
“MO-,” Riki put his hand over her mouth.
She stuck her tongue out to make him release his hand. “Ew- Yua, don’t lick my hand. Can’t you shut up!? Don’t tell Mom about the doll!” He said in a hushed yell.
“Then let me play with the doll,” she demanded.
“Okay, if I let you play with the doll once, will you leave me alone.”
“YES! Do you mean it! Pink promises me right now!” She exclaimed, holding her pinky in the air.
Riki rolled his eyes and linked his pinky with hers. What was the worst thing that could happen? He would rather let her play with Sunoo a little than feel the judgement from his parents about his new found hobby.
“Does he have a name?” Yua asked.
“I think his name is Sunoo,” he answered.
”Hi, Sunoo. I’m Yua,” she introduced herself to the lifeless doll. “I love your pretty dress - Niinii, can we have a tea party with Sunoo,” she asked with the biggest puppy eyes she could muster.
“Maybe another day,” he suggested.
“Why not todayy?” She whined.
“Yua, we don’t even have tea right now,” he reasoned.
“Why are you being boring?” She pouted. Riki was never good at denying his little sister.
“Tell you what. How about we get some the next time we go to the store?”
Yua’s eyes lit up. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, but only if you leave me alone.”
“Okay, but no take backs or tell Mom,” she crossed her arms and huffed but complied to the request, finally leaving his room.
Riki now knew to lock his door.