Luoxue - Chapter 1

Archived Version

What if one day, your outward appearance were transformed into that of a glamorous idol, whilst your inner self remained as depraved as a demon? What if one day, your body were stimulated by all manner of devices, yet your outward appearance remained as innocent as ever? Would you find yourself unable to escape the grip of this stark contrast between your identities?

I’ve been dragging my feet on this novel for ages, and I’m truly sorry. To make amends, I’m offering you all a short story as a token of my apology. I’d also like to give you a sneak peek: a much longer novel will be released in instalments by New Year’s Day at the latest. I’ve already drafted several chapters of the outline, so please look forward to its completion. This time, I promise I won’t let you down!!!

Luoxue had once been a poor girl from an orphanage. By a stroke of luck, when she was six years old, a kind-hearted person had noticed her potential. Though this benefactor had never formally adopted her, she had purchased an apartment for the girl, even enrolled her in one of the province's most prestigious schools. In a sense, this person had become the very hand that fed and clothed Luoxue.

Luoxue had not squandered that investment. Years later, she earned her place in a top-tier high school through excellent marks. Just as she was preparing to share the good news with her benefactor, the woman called first. Over the phone, she explained that she wanted Luoxue to spend the summer holiday working at one of her companies. Luoxue, who had long been searching for some way to repay her debt, agreed without a moment's hesitation — and arrived at the destination with equally little suspicion.

A villa on the outskirts of the city. The girl stared at what lay before her, bewildered. There wasn't a single sign. Had she not confirmed the address on the slip of paper several times over, she would have been certain she'd gone to the wrong place. While she stood there hesitating, the door suddenly swung open on its own.

“!”

The abrupt movement startled her, filling her with a creeping unease. She kept silently reminding herself: she had come here to repay a kindness. Summoning what courage she could, she pressed the gate gently open and stepped inside. The interior was pitch black — not a trace of light. Luoxue moved through the darkness with quiet unease.

Slam.

“Remove all of your clothing.”

The door shut behind her, and the flat, mechanical voice followed immediately. Luoxue beat her fists against the sealed door, dread and panic coiling tight around her chest. Somewhere deep inside, a voice told her that her benefactor would never mean her harm — but her body refused to believe it.

The futile hammering tired her out, and in exhaustion she found a strange kind of calm. She thought, considered, tried to light up the room with her phone — but for some inexplicable reason, the phone, which had carried a full charge just moments ago, would not turn on. The one solution she'd managed to think of had been foiled without effort. Luoxue sank to the floor.

She sat there for a long while. Then, with a kind of grim resolve, she began to undress. In the end, all she could do was trust that this person truly did not intend to harm her.

“Including your undergarments.”

The mechanical voice sounded again. Luoxue shivered involuntarily. She had thought removing her outer clothes would be enough — but the voice demanded she strip completely bare. With no alternative, she peeled away the last of everything she wore and stood there, naked and exposed.

At that moment, a door opened somewhere in the distance. Cold light poured into the darkness. Without needing to be told, the girl walked toward it. The door sealed behind her, exactly as she had expected. Silver-white lamps illuminated a modest room — clean, its walls and floors textured with anti-slip surfaces, comfortable even underfoot.

“Wash your body thoroughly.”

The mechanical voice had barely faded when the ceiling shower head released a curtain of water on its own. The flow was warm as it cascaded over the girl's skin. Warm — and yet inside her, there was only a spreading cold. Everything that had happened today frightened her. She wanted so badly to believe she was safe — but after all of this, it was growing harder to find any reason to.

Still, fear or no fear, the most crushing thing was helplessness. The inability to resist. The compulsion to comply.

Drawing on the knowledge she had, she knew: arriving somewhere unfamiliar, being told to undress, then to bathe — what came next was likely the use of her body. Her benefactor was her benefactor, and she had always told herself she owed repayment, even if that meant her body. But she was just a girl on the threshold of the world — and no amount of willingness could prevent the fear.

As the water streamed over her, her unease deepened. The hair on her body was swept away by the current, rinsed clean off — all of it gone. She was bare now. Completely bare.

Luoxue stared, dazed, at the strands left in her palm. Hair was the most important thing a woman carried — something approaching dignity itself. To have it stripped away by force like this was, without question, an act of total humiliation.

Something named despair settled over her.

She stared, hollow-eyed, as the water stopped and the chill air moved in against her skin again — and she did not react. After a long moment, she accepted what had happened and walked blindly into the next room. At its centre stood a cultivation pod, taller than a person. She looked at it. Then she climbed inside and lay down without any particular expression, as though whatever came next had already ceased to matter. The pod sealed shut. Luoxue watched, indifferent, as liquid began welling up around her. Alongside it came a wave of exhaustion — and she slipped under, the fluid rising to cover her.

This was a specialized transformation compound known as “Doll Serum.”

Its purpose: to reinforce the female body. It would prevent illness, negate injury, and even extend the span of life. But as generous as its gifts were, the compound carried one enormous side effect — true to its name, doll. Those transformed by it became exactly that: dolls. Passive, pliable, subject to complete control, incapable of resistance. After transformation, every sensory faculty required the support of external devices to function — without them, the subject could neither hear, speak, see, breathe, nor smell. Only the sense of touch survived, and it was magnified without limit. This amplification rendered the transformed body extraordinarily sensitive, in a way that defied comprehension — even contact with open air could cause flushing and hypersensitivity. Beyond that, the serum enacted sweeping changes to processes like eating and elimination.

While the transformation ran its course, the machine attended thoughtfully to Luoxue's interior as well. Long tubes were fed into her mouth and her intimate openings without mercy, and large quantities of clean water were flushed through her. Her body convulsed against the force of it, unknowing. Only after the fifth pass returned pure water did the process finally halt.

A day passed in silence.

Every trace of the transformation compound had been absorbed by Luoxue's body. The machine completed one stage and began the next immediately. A body remade this sensitively could not bear even open air — so to protect the girl's newly fragile form, a coating of protective fluid was sprayed across her. White latex misted down onto her skin. Then, as though alive, the liquid began to move — spreading across her body of its own accord, writhing and twisting like tentacles, reaching into every crevice, flowing into her. Against her lips, nostrils, ear canals, and intimate openings, it formed sleek sheaths that would prevent Luoxue from freely commanding those organs, and, more practically, would allow for the easy attachment of devices later.

Gradually, the white latex bonded with her skin, forming a protective membrane as it sealed her inside permanently. It did not take long. When it was finished, the girl who had arrived was gone. In her place stood a white figure — a doll.

Only now did the modification truly begin.

The latex doll could not speak, could not hear, could not see, could not breathe of its own will. Its body was limp as cloth. A mechanical arm lifted it as though it weighed nothing. Several arms secured its limbs and held it suspended in the air.

The post-transformation, Luoxue's digestive needs were not those of a normal person. The saliva secreted within her latex oral cavity was viscous and adhesive — translucent, resinous, something like liquid latex itself. This fluid could stimulate arousal in others, and it was now the substance she would produce from every secretory site in her body: saliva, perspiration, urine — every source of fluid would produce only this. Her teeth, meanwhile, had become soft and harmless, useful for little more than stopping a draft — decorative at best — leaving her essentially incapable of consuming anything with substance. Hereafter, she would exist on liquids. Her latex-coated tongue retained most of its range of motion, but taste was nearly gone; only specific substances could rouse what remained of her sense of flavour.

This made feeding the first problem to solve.

A mechanical arm produced a long medical-grade sterile tube and worked it down through the doll's latex mouth. The length of it was deeply uncomfortable — even beneath the latex, one could see the features of Luoxue's face contorted in distress. But no matter how her body protested, no matter the intensity of what she suffered, there was no sign of waking. She was handled like a toy.

The tube reached her stomach, serving in place of an esophagus. Its mouthpiece, cast from a mould of Luoxue's own oral cavity, pressed flush against the inner walls of her mouth once touched by her saliva, holding her lips perpetually parted — unable to close. Her tongue was the one part of her mouth the tube left unobstructed, allowing it to serve a certain purpose later, and to retain some ability to distinguish flavours.

The nose, sharing passage with the mouth, required its own attention. A narrow nasal tube was inserted and connected to the main tube by a magnetic coupling, ensuring necessary airflow while preventing the doll from detecting any scent at all. Though a transformed doll technically did not require breath to survive, unconsciousness from suffocation was still possible — so a minimal supply of air had to be maintained.

Feeding resolved, the machine turned to elimination.

Two mechanical arms forced the doll's legs apart, while a third produced a slender urethral plug. After coating it in biological adhesive, the arm drove it bluntly into the doll's urethral opening. The narrow passage, which had known no such use before, received the intrusion with violent response — the hypersensitive body thrashed without control, every reflex firing uselessly against the grip of the mechanical arms. Down the centre of the plug, a lengthwise channel had been bored; a small mechanical hand threaded a catheter through it into the doll's bladder. With the passage stretched and catheterized, Luoxue would no longer hold any control over her own urinary function — she would simply and helplessly release.

The anus received no exemption. A sterile tube was inserted into the doll's latex-sealed opening. Across both its inner and outer surfaces, innumerable small, lively protrusions covered every inch of it — the soft tube would not forcibly dilate the opening, but the dense clusters of small nodules would stimulate the doll's body continuously with every movement. Then, into the doll's untouched sex — the hymen long since dissolved by the latex coating — a second tube was inserted. Access was simple.

Against the doll's small, pigeon-soft breasts, a breast pump apparatus was fitted. Paired with it was a prosthetic chest, internally studded with sensors that would allow the doll to perceive every squeeze and knead of her breasts while simultaneously drawing out her milk. Two compact mechanical hands worked the prosthetics slowly, coaxing them — until small pale droplets began to bead at the tips, confirming the internal mechanisms were functioning. The prosthetics were set in place with biological adhesive. Then, in keeping with the principle of full figure, a prosthetic backside was similarly installed — sensor-loaded like the chest, ensuring it would respond to use. The swollen curves of it, ripe as a peach, invited handling; the assembly enclosed the doll's intimate fittings and held them fast.

Beyond all this, the doll required the ability to see and hear — only then could she follow her owner's instructions properly. A pair of miniature contact lenses was placed over the doll's eyes; a set of Bluetooth earpieces was fitted into the ear canals. Both functioned perfectly through the latex coating, and could be swapped out with ease.

Then came a transparent latex bodysuit, drawn over the doll's form. Deceptively simple in appearance, it was threaded throughout with an internal electrical grid, capable of conducting current to any point on the doll's body. This current could power the internal devices, or serve as punishment, or enhance stimulation. The suit formed a complete shell over every device inside, keeping them sealed and immovable — tightly so, yet engineered for safety. Despite its transparent appearance, the material resisted even alloy blades. Its single access point was located at the collarbone, at the seam between the bodysuit and the hood — and this seam was permanently sealed with biological adhesive. A sensor collar, closing magnetically and responsive only to a specific magnetic field, was affixed at the throat.

When all of it was complete, the mechanical arms returned the doll to the pod. White latex solution once again covered her — a final layer, this one simpler: concealing the secrets beneath, leaving not a single gap. Then the machine produced its next implement: a string of anal beads, longer than the doll's forearm, of varying sizes and shapes, trailing a length of sleeve that occupied more than half its total length. This grotesque assembly was destined for the doll's tender opening. The arms adjusted the doll's body until her hips were raised high.

The implement's leading end was aligned with the opening. One bead, then another — slow, deliberate, relentless. Once the beads had been worked inside, retrieval would be far from simple — especially with no pull ring, the base having been replaced by the sleeve. The outside of the sleeve was coated in biological adhesive; once seated, it would bond and hold within minutes. In addition to its primary function, the sleeve could drive the buried beads — spinning and thrusting them — to maximize the experience of whoever was being used.

As for whether Luoxue might suffocate: there was no need for concern. The transformation had stripped her anus of its original purpose entirely. It had become an organ solely for pleasure and use.

The next implement was more imposing still — larger, longer, and more severe than what had come before. A prosthetic phallus, thick and extensive, textured like the coils of a terrible dragon. Dense clusters of varied nodules covered its entire surface. It was segmented, each section capable of independent function: rotation, vibration, thrusting — all available to every segment separately. Like the anal insert, its core was hollow, to allow it to serve as an actual sex organ.

When the dragon was pressed into the doll's body, the doll convulsed with unprecedented force. Fragile as the body was, pinned as it was beneath the mechanical arms, the struggle was fierce and desperate — the thrashing of something cornered at the edge of death. The convulsions did not ease the arms. They only intensified the effects of every device already inside her. At least, for what consolation it was, she was not conscious to experience it. When the final length of the phallus had been fully seated, the doll went still. The useless struggle ended — though the machine's work was not yet finished.

A vibrating undergarment was fitted against the doll's chest and secured. Then the mechanical arms lifted her once more and returned her to the pod. White gel solution sealed over the doll's body for the final time, concealing every secret, eliminating any possibility of escape.

Luoxue was now encased in four layers of latex.

And yet, her figure had scarcely changed from when she had first walked in — except for the swelled fullness of her chest and the new curve of her hips. As for whether so many layers might dull the sensitivity of the person inside: unnecessary worry. Luoxue had gone from the air itself could make her climax to merely a passing breeze would make her climax. Practically, no change at all. And that was only her external sensitivity — the stimulation she received from within had not diminished by a single degree.

The task now was to ensure that this miserable doll could function in normal conditions without constantly collapsing in orgasm. A doll that went limp every few minutes was, frankly, unusable.

Therefore, a black latex full-coverage doll suit would be dressed onto her.

It appeared ordinary. Its capabilities were anything but. The suit could alter the behaviour and personality of its wearer, reshaping Luoxue into a doll whose only thought was sex. From the pure, guileless girl she had been — into a fuck-doll, born for nothing but pleasure. This was the most critical step in the entire modification process. Even the benefactor who had been watching quietly from the shadows had to catch herself, holding her breath. The reason was simple: this particular device was still in the experimental stage. She had deliberately refrained from adopting Luoxue as her own child specifically to keep the weight on her conscience manageable — but no matter what she told herself, watching someone she had raised from childhood receive this degree of transformation made it difficult to hide the ache.

Some time later, Luoxue — or rather, the latex doll — came to.

She sat, dazed, on a soft bed. Her last clear memory was arriving at a villa. What had happened after that, she could not recall. But the room around her looked familiar, and she convinced herself it had only been a bad dream. She reached for her phone. Just as she was about to check for messages, she saw what had appeared on the screen — the image of a woman's sex.

“!”

She threw the phone away in fright. Then she noticed that her hands were not the skin tone she knew — they were black. Her field of vision, for some reason, was far lower than it should have been. Trembling, she raised her hands into view — and found them level with her neck. Something thin and tight was clasped there, a collar of some kind, which no amount of pulling could shift. She grabbed the mirror from beside the bed. She stared at the latex doll reflected back at her. With blank, faltering hands she touched her face, traced over her body — everything she was had become this. It was not a nightmare. It was fact. Immovable, inescapable, her dignity stripped as completely as everything else.

The doll sat motionless on the bed, making no sound.

After a long while, her hands reached toward a prosthetic phallus lying nearby. She picked it up and pressed it inside herself. If there was no way out, perhaps pleasure was the best thing left to reach for.

The suit had its part to play in that, of course. After the initial panic and confusion subsided, what rose to fill the space inside Luoxue was a relentless, swelling desire — a voice that knew nothing but want. She had been, once, a girl who had never even touched herself. Now she worked the device with a hungry greed, completely transformed.

The toy itself was modest in size — but the arsenal buried inside her body engaged the moment she began. Current moved through her, the numbness beneath it somehow sharpening every sensation rather than dulling it. The beads and the dragon inside her launched into simultaneous motion. The massage device within her chest joined the rhythm. Her body was besieged from every direction at once.

She held the toy in her right hand. Her left wandered to her breast — the new weight of it strange and arresting, a fullness she had never carried before. She pinched at the nipple, rolled it slowly, felt it stiffen beneath her touch. A restless, wordless itch spread through her; the pleasure that followed refused to stop. As she kneaded the soft flesh, a powerful suction seemed to draw from somewhere deep in the breast itself — as though a child were nursing — and pale white fluid welled from the nipple.

She brought her wet fingers to her open mouth.

Inside, dozens of small tendrils curled around them instantly — lapping at the fluid, wrapping her fingers, teasing and stroking without pause. The sensation fed back into her mind with full fidelity: it was as though she were licking her own fingers with ten different tongues at once. Strange and overwhelming and utterly impossible to stop thinking about.

She set the toy upright on the floor. She crouched over it and sank down, taking it into her sex, and began to rise and fall. Each segment moved with its own rhythm inside her — thrusting, turning — coordinated and relentless. It was her first time. The initial shock passed quickly; what replaced it was something genuine.

It did not last long before she reached the edge. When she broke, milky fluid spilled from her mouth, her nipples, her sex — cascading over her body, spattering the floor, pooling thick and white beneath her. The smell of it filled the small room with something dense and indecent.

For someone who had never experienced anything of the kind, it was, to say the least, excessive. The pleasure left behind it a hollow, dragging exhaustion. The doll crumpled onto the wet floor and fell deeply asleep.

Phase One trial concluded. Subject status: normal. Data: satisfactory. Requesting authorization to commence Phase Two.

Request received. Phase Two commencing.

She woke again — not much time had passed.

The doll blinked at her surroundings. Something warm and steamy hung in the air.

“Where is this?”

She tried to turn her head and look around — but her field of view was still anchored at neck height, and no amount of turning could expand it beyond what lay directly ahead. She stood, tilted her head slightly forward, and looked past the swell of her chest at what lay below.

Pale gold fluid streamed around her on all sides. Thin rivulets of it clung to her upper body and slid down slowly, viscous as syrup. She had never seen anything like it — and yet somehow she knew, with immediate and complete certainty, that what surrounded her was a composite of the seminal fluid of every species of animal. While she puzzled over how she could possibly know that, she became aware of something else: the frantic fear she had felt before was quiet now. She felt strangely at ease here. The fluid made her feel safe.

She was still wondering whether she had arrived somewhere peaceful and indulgent when the flat mechanical voice sounded again.

“Put on the skin suit submerged in the pool.”

A skin suit? She looked around. Through the drifting warmth, she made out a pale, flesh-coloured shape not far from her. That must be it. She submerged herself in the fluid, tasting it as she swam toward the suit. When she reached it and examined it, she paused at the face — delicate, somehow familiar, though she could not place it. She looked closer. The inside of the suit was a hollow cavity, walls of flesh-coloured material with nothing inside.

If this fluid makes me feel safe — why not fill the suit with it before putting it on?

The thought arrived and was immediately acted on. She stretched the suit's single opening — its mouth — wide and began to pour the fluid inside. It filled the hollow space completely, coating both inner and outer surfaces without leaving a gap. Satisfied, she eased her feet in first, feeling the fluid inside surge and press with each small movement. It did not take long to work her legs in. When she hauled the suit upward, something thick entered her sex — her beloved toy, naturally. She wriggled her hips with pleasure, savouring the sensation of being filled. If there's something for down there, there must be something for my chest too. She pulled the suit higher eagerly — and sure enough, a probe pressed into each latex nipple, with two oval weights clamped around each one. Her guess had been right. The delight of it urged her on; she worked her arms into the suit, then began drawing it up further. Her vision disappeared as the suit rose past her neck, then over her head, sealing her inside. In the dark, submerged at the bottom of the fluid pool, she found a long tube — one end cast in the shape of her own mouth, the other ending in a thick prosthetic phallus. She pressed the mouthpiece between her lips. A soft click sounded. The suit settled into place around her completely.

The fluid inside moved and gurgled with her smallest shift. She sat down, content.

Beep. Beep.

“Equipment detected as fully donned. Initiating personality overlay.”

“Skin designation: Luoxue.”

“Skin character profile: externally a pure, studious honour student — privately a woman who craves semen above all else.”

Before the announcement finished, something tore through the doll's mind — a splitting, slicing pain, as though her skull had been opened. Alongside it, sharp sounds screamed from everywhere at once. The pain lasted less than a minute. When it subsided, and she opened her eyes, she was someone else.

Luoxue — the doll called Luoxue — stared blankly ahead. She had a dim sense that she had just put something on, and that it had felt… reassuring. Then a smell reached her.

Something she could not name.

The doll she had been before had registered nothing. Now, returned to a version of herself that could perceive, she finally understood her situation: she had been sitting in a pool filled with artificially compounded semen.

She scrambled out of the pool in panic — only to slip on the viscous fluid and fall flat. By the time she got herself upright again, her mouth had taken in a mouthful of the liquid.

She swallowed without thinking.

The revulsion she had braced herself for did not come.

What came instead was the finest thing she had ever tasted. Calling it ambrosia fell short. Unforgettable was only a beginning. Intoxicating did not come close. She felt herself lifted somewhere she had never been, somewhere she wanted to remain. She did not understand what was happening to her. This was artificial semen. She should not want it like this. She was frightened. She wanted to leave. And yet, she could not stop wanting to drink more.

In the middle of that struggle, her eyes found a black latex suit nearby.

If I cover my body with that — maybe I can contain this. Maybe I can hold myself together.

She spread the suit open, stretched the collar wide, and poured the fluid inside. It felt like instinct — she had not thought about it before she did it. When she came back to herself, the suit was already full. Well. There was nothing for it. She would just have to put it on.

She slipped into it easily — the fluid served perfectly as lubricant, somehow — and when at last she drew the hood down over her head, she pressed biological adhesive into the seam at the collar. The gap vanished. She stood up, sealed inside.

A quiet satisfaction settled over her. With this layer between her and the world, she could feel the fluid moving against her skin without it showing on the outside. She looked clean. Calm. The spiralling anxiety eased.

And then, as it eased, the memories that had been severed during the personality overlay began to flow back in.

Was she Luoxue — the pure, studious girl?

Was she the latex fuck-doll, born only for sex?

Was she the doll who looked innocent but secretly craved semen with every part of herself?

Three questions. Three selves. As the memories merged, the fracture between them sharpened into something unbearable. Who was she? Her mind was chaos. She did not know. She could not know.

The black latex doll pressed her hands against her head and sank to her knees. Three entirely contradictory identities tore at her from the inside, and she had no footing on any of them.

Whatever sensory system monitored her distress detected it. The punishment mechanism buried deepest in her body activated in response. A violent current flooded through her all at once.

It did not take long. The agony was efficient. She stopped asking questions.

She convulsed, rolled, shuddered still, convulsed again. The punishment ran for a full five minutes before it cut out.

Slowly, the doll found her way back to something like awareness and pushed herself upright. The question had not been answered. But the punishment had taught her one thing: don't ask it. Let it dissolve in the back of her mind. That was enough.

She walked, without hesitation, into the next room.

There, at last, she understood the task her benefactor had brought her here to perform.

She was to become an idol seen by all: Luo Tianyi.

Luoxue - Chapter 2

Archived Version

Have you ever imagined that the radiant idol shining on the stage is something else entirely behind closed doors?

In the main plaza of a certain city, a grand performance was underway. The virtual songstress known as Luo Tianyi would be appearing here in person — not projected on a screen as had always been done before, but truly present, or so the promotional posters claimed. The crowd that had gathered could not simply be called massive; sea of humanity fell short of capturing it, and beyond the venue, vast numbers more were watching through the livestream. Everyone had been captivated by the mysterious girl on those posters, identical in appearance to Luo Tianyi herself, and so they had come from everywhere, driven by irresistible curiosity.

Inside the dressing room, far from the noise outside, a figure in black latex was making anxious preparations.

This was Luoxue. Her task today was to dress as Luo Tianyi and perform on that stage. A sex doll, disguised and costumed, transformed into a beloved national idol — to stand beneath the gaze of thousands as a dazzling performer, while the devices inside her body worked ceaselessly against her, and she, for the sake of her role, endured every wave of pleasure without letting a single shameful sign slip through. Two entirely contradictory identities, converging in a single moment. The doll ran her hands over her black latex body, trembling with excitement she could not suppress. From somewhere deep inside her, the thick fluid and the layers of latex shifted with her movements, producing a soft, wet sound.

Squelch. Squelch.

She listened, rapt, to that sound she found so entrancing, losing herself in it completely. Then a jolt of current moved through her body. Jolted back to her senses by the punishment, she reached for a bottle of lubricant and applied it across her body. Then she lifted the Luo Tianyi skin suit, examining the head piece attached to it. Head piece was perhaps too modest a word — the texture was indistinguishable from real skin, except that the face was drawn in a distinctly 2D style. And unlike the gentle smile she might have expected, the expression on it was an ahegao — eyes rolling, mouth slack. The suit itself had the same quality of texture over its entire surface. At its core, it was simply a skin suit that happened to wear the aesthetic of a 2D anime girl. Along the back, a hidden seam ran the length of the garment; when the doll peeled it open, a scent she adored poured out — rich and thick, the smell of white fluid that filled every inch of the interior. Her favourite liquid. Her favourite smell.

She had no face to express emotion with — but her movements said everything. Put it on. That was the only thought left in her head. She pulled the suit on with swift efficiency. At its intimate openings, three prosthetic phalluses of varying lengths and widths were pressed inside her; a tube was seated in her mouth, its inner surface lined with dense tendrils. As she settled into position, the seam at the back sealed itself shut. She was locked inside.

The Luo Tianyi suit had a full, shapely figure, and at both the mouth and the lower sex, the material formed explicit concave openings — small pouches that contracted and relaxed in a rhythmic pulse, beckoning to be used. And that was precisely their purpose. As the innermost layer of the complete Luo Tianyi ensemble, this suit existed to let the sex doll service clients. Even the layers to be worn on top of it were designed to heighten arousal. The entire inner garment had a name: the Lust Luo Tianyi Skin.

First, ten vibrating eggs and two electronic prosthetic phalluses were worked into the sex between her legs. Feeling herself filled below, the girl who existed only for sex fastened vibrating eggs to either side of her nipples as well, and a gag spreader was fitted into her mouth, holding it wide and also serving as decoration. After that came a simple tortoiseshell rope harness. For the doll, completing these preparations was as effortless as breathing — she fitted every device onto herself with clean, lightning efficiency.

With the innermost layer finished, what remained was the far more consequential matter of appearance. As a nationally beloved virtual songstress, Luo Tianyi's fame needed no commentary — showing up in this state would destroy the reputation immediately, and that clearly served no one's interests. Nor could the doll possibly carry out a full performance while visibly occupied with all of this.

So for the sake of the disguise, and for the performance to proceed without incident, Luoxue's owner had prepared a special device: a form-fitting suit, or perhaps armour, constructed from ultra-thin, supple metal. Once worn, it rendered the user's body completely limp — incapable of exerting any force whatsoever. In that state, the suit took over through an exoskeletal control system, moving the body as directed. With its assistance, the doll could be swept along by waves of pleasure and still perform on stage as an idol without missing a beat. Putting it on was not complicated — in fact, it was quite simple. One press of a button on the controller caused the suit to open automatically; the doll had only to step inside.

Beep.

The moment the suit closed around her, all contact with the outside world was severed. She would exist hereafter as the living interior of the idol Luo Tianyi — her every movement no longer her own, all the devices inside her triggered at random intervals. She would have no way to call for help from anyone. Unless someone deliberately pressed the button to release the seal, the doll would remain locked inside indefinitely. And once the power ran out, the metal suit would lock permanently — a cage with no exit.

When the metal suit registered that a living body had been enclosed within, it began to move.

It lifted a flesh-toned latex garment and pulled it on over itself — durable and resilient, difficult to cut with any ordinary blade, offering solid protection for what lay beneath. Then it retrieved the costume for the performance: a white latex cheongsam, decorated with intricate embroidered patterns. No undergarments were worn beneath it — the small sex and both breasts were barely concealed by the cheongsam alone, the fabric only half-covering what it was meant to hide. The effect, rather than indecent, was charged with desire. Once dressed, the suit lifted the Luo Tianyi headpiece — also constructed from lightweight metal, ensuring it would not be damaged while protecting the wearer's head. Inside the headpiece, a thick prosthetic phallus was positioned. Putting it on meant the equipment was complete: every device carried by the person inside would begin to activate simultaneously, assaulting her without pause or mercy. The headpiece was locked via an internal mechanical lock, releasable only through a specific switch.

The moment it was sealed in place, the devices inside the doll began to run. Very quickly, the poor creature within sank completely into pleasure — reduced to pure stuffing, present but absent, sensation without agency.

All of this preparation had quietly consumed a full hour. The time for the opening had arrived.

The moment all the lights went dark, a profound silence fell across the entire venue. Then the brilliant lights blazed on again, and there, at the centre of the stage, stood the idol Luo Tianyi — moving to the music, dancing, her voice carrying through a carefully tuned electronic register that carried almost no mechanical quality whatsoever. It genuinely felt as though Luo Tianyi had stepped out of the virtual world and into the real one. The audience turned to look, all at once, at this girl who had broken through the boundary between dimensions. Her beauty was beyond comprehension — a face and figure that belonged to animation, that could not exist in reality, announcing with every detail that she was something extraordinary.

The promotional material had not lied. The crowd believed with absolute certainty that the girl before them was truly Luo Tianyi. They watched her with glowing faces. Before long, several wealthy patrons could contain their excitement no longer — staggering sums were thrown as casually as scraps of paper, converted into virtual gifts and sent through the livestream platform to Luo Tianyi. As the crowd competed in ever more extravagant expressions of devotion, the person inside — Luoxue — was quietly enjoying herself.

Previously, the fuck-doll personality had been dominant. Now it was the Luoxue doll who was present. This persona — designed to appear pure and studious on the surface while burning with something close to demonic desire underneath — was currently feasting on an utterly depraved banquet. The contrast between exterior and interior was precisely what the Luoxue doll personality loved most.

At the innermost layer, as pure stuffing, her mouth was being pumped by a thick prosthetic phallus in long, steady strokes, while the tendrils packed around her oral cavity coiled and tangled against the toy, writhing in rhythm with each thrust, refusing to be still. She moved the tendrils deliberately, licking and curling them around the phallus, receiving through the sensors a stimulation unlike anything ordinary. In that moment, the Luoxue doll had the sensation of tasting hundreds of cocks with her mouth at the same time — something impossible, and utterly consuming.

Her body was encased in no fewer than three thick layers of fluid, and every breath carried the pungent, heavy smell she loved. Beneath all those layers, her vision was total darkness; the only sounds reaching her ears were the hum of the devices and her own helpless panting, and the wet, churning squelch-squelch of the fluid moving and shifting between her skin and the layered suits.

How many layers of clothing were wrapped around her, she could not say. What she could feel was the heat — dense, stifling, inescapable. The pungent smell fermenting in that heat grew steadily richer and more potent, stoking the Luoxue doll's arousal even as it simultaneously cut off her air, making it impossible to breathe freely. The suffocating heat brought on a creeping dizziness, dulling her thoughts — and yet, miraculously, she did not lose consciousness. If anything, a part of her was acutely awake. Every ordinary thought became impossibly sluggish; she could not have solved one plus one. But the moment her attention touched the sensations of her body, her awareness sharpened into something terrifyingly clear. She could perceive with precision exactly what each individual device was doing to her, the precise quality of what each one produced — and could not have told you a single simple fact about the world.

The Luoxue doll registered every current of pleasure her body carried, source by source.

Her chest came first. At the innermost layer, the pump worked ceaselessly at her modest breasts, drawing out fluid; the prosthetic chest on top of that was kneaded continuously by the vibrating garment; and above all those layers, the Lust Luo Tianyi suit's breasts were clamped on either side by four vibrating eggs, buzzing without pause. Every sensor faithfully transmitted all of it to Luoxue at once, and the intensity of what she received was enough to swallow her whole. Her breasts were being milked and kneaded like a dairy animal's; her nipples, buried under layer after layer of pleasure, had stiffened and flushed deep red. The fluid being drawn from them sprayed against the inside of the metal shell, ran down into the space between layers, and through a circulation system was fed back into her mouth.

But the deepest pleasure of all lived between her legs.

Her anus: the outermost sleeve drove the buried beads — thrusting, rotating — and even that alone would have been enough to undo most people. But she was also performing, constantly moving, and every shift of her body set the beads stirring again in new patterns. The two forces compounded each other, spiralling together, until she felt as though her walls were being struck from every direction at once by something without number.

Her sex: the segmented phallus inside her was a small marvel of chaos. Each section moved independently, on its own rhythm, entirely indifferent to the others — some sliding slowly up and down against her inner walls, some rotating, some doing both at once, which pushed the already thick length deeper into her body. The pleasure it delivered was, simply put, the kind that sent a person directly into the sky the moment it was switched on. Her body felt like the sky — swept now by a howling wind that rolled the clouds in thick waves; now by a turbulent current that tumbled her upside down and stripped away all sense of direction; now by a downpour that broke all at once and sent her slick fluid spraying against the inside of the metal shell.

Luoxue was submerged in the ocean called pleasure. Her body wrapped in thick white fluid and layer upon layer of skin, she felt the devices surge through her like a rushing current — washing her over and over, inside and out — and she had nothing to answer them with except her own endless, helpless panting, and the tides that broke from her body again and again in response.

On the stage above, the resplendent, graceful idol Luo Tianyi danced to the music, her voice carried by pre-arranged electronic audio through one beautiful song after another. The girl's elegant, fluid movements blazed with the colours of youth and vitality. Her incomprehensible beauty and unmatched figure made it unmistakably clear to everyone watching: she did not belong to this world. The mysterious, graceful girl maintained her sweet smile throughout — if there was anything that felt less than real about her, it was only that her expression never changed.

Every audience member, present and watching from afar, was utterly enchanted by the impossibly beautiful girl before them. After each dance or song, they erupted — cheering with everything they had, leaping to their feet, pouring their adoration toward the dazzling idol in every form they could manage. Some wealthy patrons threw fortunes without blinking. Some gentlemen and ladies carried bouquets to the stage and presented them with gracious formality. Others simply sat in their seats and watched, their eyes full of warmth they could not contain.

Luo Tianyi, as an idol, did not disappoint. The voice produced through its electronic tuning was as pure and ethereal as a skylark's, despite its artificial origins. She danced without a moment's rest from the first note to the last. She received the bouquets pressed upon her and, at the peak of each song's climax, cast the petals outward in sweeping arcs, sending that beauty and joy drifting across the crowd.

No one knew. No one could have imagined. The person filling this magnificent idol — the stuffing inside the shell — was engaged in something that could not have been more obscene, indulging her depravity freely beneath thousands of watching eyes, wrapped in thick white fluid, buried beneath layer after layer of skin made only for lust. Perhaps every audience member believed Luo Tianyi was simply enjoying her stage, the one that belonged to her entirely. In a sense, the Luoxue doll filling her was also enjoying something that belonged entirely to her — not the stage, but the cage of pleasure that was hers alone. The mind packed with desire had long since forgotten everything else. The purity was only surface. What lay beneath it was anything but.

The performance — glorious on the outside, depraved within — ran for nearly a full day. Except for a midday break, it continued from ten in the morning until five in the afternoon. When the final song and dance were finished, Luo Tianyi stepped off the stage and returned to her room.

The disguise came off. Luo Tianyi knelt on a triangular saw-horse chair, a charging phallus fitted into the seat beneath her. She seated herself on it, but before the charging began in earnest, she bound her upper and lower legs with red cord, pulled on a black blindfold, and clasped her hands behind her back, where a machine locked them fast. Then the charger engaged — current flowed through her body, and the device began replenishing the power spent by the doll inside after a full day of pouring out desire.

From the outside and from within, Luo Tianyi trembled faintly with the stimulation. She strained against it, trying to pull free, but there was nothing she could do — she had no choice but to submit to the conditioning. Breathless, muffled sounds escaped her. Around her, several cameras captured the scene in full.

The night deepened.

Luo Tianyi's charge was complete. She freed herself from her restraints, spritzed herself with a perfume formulated to stoke desire, and dressed herself once more in the white latex cheongsam — restoring herself to the appearance of the dazzling idol. But this time, the personality that surfaced was the fuck-doll mode. The girl walked slowly out through the door and found a luxury car waiting in the dark.

In it was someone who had been waiting for a long while. His name was Xi He. The young man gazed at Luo Tianyi with open longing; the fragrance drifting from her was intoxicating. He reached out and touched her body gently. Of all the patrons who had contributed to tonight's performance, he had spent the most — and in return, he had been given the opportunity to go on a date with Luo Tianyi. The scent rising from the girl made his mouth dry. She approached and held out a remote control. He took it; someone had explained to him in advance what each function on it did.

Too restless to wait, the moment Luo Tianyi settled into the back seat he activated the car's autopilot and followed her in. The rear compartment was long enough for all kinds of things. Xi He's hands moved of their own accord, running over the latex curves of her body. Cool and smooth, soft in the way that only a yielding material can be — for a young man with almost no experience, simply touching someone he felt this way about was enough to produce a physical response. His right hand drifted, almost without his noticing, to the place between her thighs. Her body trembled — whether from fear or excitement, he couldn't quite tell — as she watched his hand reach the soft, sensitive folds of her sex.

Mmph—

The sound was low and thick, carrying a blunted, indecent quality — enough to make Xi He's cock stiffen where it had already been stirring. Their breathing grew heavier together. He had almost no experience, and no real knowledge of what he preferred — but it did not matter. She was Luo Tianyi, and that alone was enough to make every part of him restless. He decided to simply activate all the device functions at once. A blunt, simple approach: let Luo Tianyi take the lead, and he would lie back in his seat like the young heir he was, waiting to be attended to.

Receiving the instruction, Luo Tianyi lifted the hem of her skirt. She cradled Xi He's head in her arms and gently drew it toward the space between her thighs. He stared at the opening before him, watching it pulse and contract. His breathing deepened.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Every breath brought the girl's thick, musky scent directly into him. He extended his tongue and tasted it slowly. This was the unique fragrance of his beloved idol, his alone. He lapped at it greedily — the flavour was something like heather and something else beneath it, something that made him recoil slightly at first, a trace of bitterness. But within moments he had adjusted, and he went back to her like a plant that has found water, rooting his tongue inside her with blind, craving focus.

The licking undid Luo Tianyi quickly. Trembling, she lost herself in it — in the sensation, in the pleasure accumulating behind it. Her thighs clenched around his head without her deciding to, closing the distance between them. Her hands moved without stopping, stroking her own body, feeling the buzz of the devices inside her against the press of his attention, and she let out a soft, collapsing moan. Compared to the sounds she had made during the performance, this one was heavier and more muffled — the airiness gone from it.

Xi He listened to the sound of her. It gave him energy. His tongue moved more cleverly, tracing and curling through her. When the pleasure crested, Luo Tianyi's body gave a sharp shudder, and a thin, translucent slick broke from her, flooding into his mouth. He tasted it and wanted more — and reached for her again, only to be stopped. By then, Luo Tianyi had already slipped off her cheongsam. She pointed to a button on the remote and gestured for him to press it to help undress her.

His heart pounding, his hands unsteady, Xi He pressed the button. The head piece released and opened, revealing the flesh-toned latex doll within. He carefully unlatched the metal suit, drew the zipper down, and lifted both head piece and suit away. Once every restraint was removed, he stared at what was underneath — stripped of her glamorous idol exterior, she was something that gleamed faintly with metallic iridescence, like a robot. The doll pointed again at another button. He pressed it. The metal shell parted quietly, and what had been imprisoned inside it for an entire day was revealed: the Lust Luo Tianyi.

He looked at her. He hadn't expected this — hadn't imagined that the figure buried beneath all those layers would look like this.

She resembled Luo Tianyi in every detail, a 2D-styled beauty, and yet she felt uncannily like a person — warm and yielding in a way that no material should be. Her face, her body — touched lightly, they gave back only the softness and warmth of living skin. The material was fine-grained and flushed pink, and when you pressed it, it seemed like it might yield moisture. She was still Luo Tianyi's face and figure — only her body was studded with devices in every direction, all of them still working against her, buzzing and humming against her sensitive skin. Unlike the fixed smile of the outer shell, her eyes were glassy and unfocused, a pink heart-shape swimming in each one; her mouth was held wide by the gag, and saliva ran from it in a slow, uncontrollable drip, falling onto her chest.

“Is this what you were like during the performance today?”

Luo Tianyi nodded.

Xi He thought about that for a moment — about the idol who appeared so radiant on stage, who was secretly like this beneath it all. If he hadn't been so generous tonight, he would never have been allowed to see it. The thought moved him. The more he turned it over, the hotter his body became. He breathed deeply, pulling the heavy, desire-soaked air into his lungs. He moved toward Luo Tianyi, wanting to overwhelm her — only for her to gently push him back. She lifted the outer Luo Tianyi costume and the metal shell and offered them to him, gesturing for him to put them on.

He didn't understand why. But it was her request. And the inside of the suit was saturated with her scent — not just her scent, but the scent of her depravity. The thought that putting it on would let him share something entirely carnal with his idol made his throat move on its own. He stripped off everything he was wearing. With her help, he stepped into the suit.

Xi He entered the metal shell carefully. When the switch engaged, it wrapped tight around him — his somewhat chubby body was squeezed and compressed without mercy, the fit completely wrong for him, every wrong inch producing a sharp, grinding discomfort. Then a pulse of current moved through him. The full-body numbness and ache receded — and, impossibly, his body had contracted, reshaped to fit perfectly within the suit. As the mechanism that controlled the suit engaged, it was the Lust personality — rather than Xi He — that now held control, and it guided the occupant through the process of putting on the full idol Luo Tianyi costume, transforming him into the nation's beloved virtual songstress.

When his vision returned, he found himself staring at his reflection.

A beautiful girl looked back at him. Impossibly lovely. He reached toward himself — a slender finger slipped into the intimate place between those thighs and curled, just slightly — and a jolt of pleasure drove straight up through his mind like a spike. He had truly become Luo Tianyi.

Beside him, the Lust watched as the newly equipped figure settled onto the soft car seat. She pressed herself against the idol, touching and stroking those beautiful, delicate contours with the eagerness of someone entirely undone. After the initial shock, the idol began to react — struggling, attempting some kind of resistance — but her whole body felt impossibly heavy, her strength almost entirely gone. Soft, limp palms batted at the Lust Luo Tianyi's body like an invitation, and the Lust felt desire kindle in response. The devices on the Lust's body pressed against the idol and shared their vibrations across both of their bodies — sensation circulating and exchanging between them, each feeling what the other felt.

Two beautiful girls, tangled together, exploring each other's secrets. The idol, already so weak, was overwhelmed quickly — there was no real defence she could mount. Pinned beneath the Lust, she moved from helplessness and indignation into something else, something she recognized: the particular pleasure available only to a doll. Because I am treated as a toy, the other person handles my body without restraint, without concern, pouring desire into me without asking. And he found, once the first shock of roughness had passed, that he could at last understand the appeal — the particular sweetness of being a doll. No need to match or resist. Only to stay, to receive, to let the hands above make all the decisions. Simply rest and let it happen, and the pleasure that came back was unlike anything he had felt before.

The Lust, meanwhile, felt the opposite of what the idol felt. During the day, Luoxue had been the subject — passive, receiving only what the mechanical devices chose to give her. Now she was the one doing the conditioning, actively, with a person as her subject. If the daytime had been physical pleasure pulling the spirit along, the nighttime was the spirit pulling the body. With control in her hands, she savoured the pleasure of shaping another — and her subject was nothing more than a doll who could not resist. So she gave herself entirely to it. She poured her desires out without holding anything back, and took what she wanted from that body without restraint.

But the fuck-doll personality running beneath all of this was not satisfied with that alone. She reached into the idol's sex, parting the folds, and drew out the cock concealed inside — swollen and flushed red with desire, standing upright between the idol's thighs. The Lust's wide-open mouth took it in. The tendrils packed around the inside of her oral cavity coiled around it immediately — massaging, squeezing, working along the length in slow, ceaseless motion. It was nothing like an ordinary mouth. The lively tendrils lapped and dragged against the cock in ways a tongue could not, and the pleasure they delivered was a kind that had no ceiling. The desire that had been building broke all at once — everything flooded into the Lust's mouth in a rushing surge.

White fluid poured into her, becoming nourishment she swallowed down. But she was not close to done. She worked the tendrils, coaxing the cock deeper, past their reach, into her throat. The warmth and the wet pressure around it — the cock that had just softened rose again, stiffening back into her. The tendrils kept working at it with an appetite that suggested they intended to consume it entirely. Under ordinary circumstances, coming twice in succession would have exhausted him completely — but tonight, something unprecedented was happening. His body was producing with a capacity he had never possessed, the fluid welling up endlessly, as continuous as a river.

Before long, the hollow space in her mouth — from her throat to her lips — was filled completely with white fluid. Some of it ran over, spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto the idol's thighs. The Lust tilted her head back and drew out a plug-shaped phallus, pressing it into her mouth to seal everything inside. Then she turned, straddled the idol, and positioned her own slick sex over the cock — and sank down onto it in one smooth motion. Her sex held no tendrils to lap and curl against it the way her mouth did, but the tight inner walls kneaded and pressed along the length of it steadily, and the pleasure they gave was no less. She moved her hips — up, down, grinding — milking the cock inside her. Her heavy panting, the sound of skin against skin, and the thick, wet squelch-squelch of bodies in motion rose and fell together, three voices composing a movement in the key of desire.

The music built toward its peak. The two performers moved with it — call and response, push and return, driving the composition to its climax. Their bodies, at the height of fever, released the most concentrated of their fluids, an offering to every unseen witness. Exaltation and surrender, sinking together into the pleasure of it — climax rolling into climax, long and unbroken, a symphony that would not end, until one of them was finally spent, and the music could at last come to rest.

The Lust Luo Tianyi returned to her room carrying all she had gathered. She sealed the white fluid carefully into airtight containers and stored them in the refrigerator.

She went to the bathroom. She removed her equipment piece by piece and used a solvent to dissolve the outermost layer, until the black latex doll beneath was revealed. It looked at itself in the mirror — coated in traces of white fluid, tired after a long day's labour. It climbed into the bath and lay there, replaying the absurd events of these past days in its mind.

As the stillness settled, the consciousness and personality of Luoxue — ordinary student — quietly returned.

Past the initial panic and confusion, Luoxue found, somewhat to her own surprise, that she had come to like this. The layering and swapping of multiple identities, each one appearing when it was needed and stepping back without disrupting the others — she had, impossibly, grown accustomed to the transitions. She found herself looking forward to what came next.

Carrying that feeling of anticipation, the doll reached up and turned on the shower. Warm water ran over her body, washing it clean. In the mirror, she watched the black latex figure move its own hands across itself, easy and practiced — and she thought of the girl she used to be, the one who hadn't understood desire, who had flinched from the idea of it, who had never once touched herself. That girl seemed very far away now. The doll let out a sound of quiet, satisfied pleasure as the devices inside her responded to the movement of her body.

On the other side of the city, Xi He woke sometime in the deep of night, having slept from the early morning hours straight through to evening. He pressed a hand against his foggy head. The events of last night felt dreamlike — except that when he looked at his phone, he found a video of the idol Luo Tianyi bound to the saw-horse and being conditioned, and photographs of himself-as-Luo-Tianyi tangled with the Lust Luo Tianyi, and the transfer records showing the sum that had disappeared as payment, and the thorough exhaustion his body still carried.

The dream was real.

What it had felt like to become Luo Tianyi — he couldn't stop thinking about it. He stared at the account name on the transfer record for a long moment. Then he picked up the phone and dialled.

“Hello, Miss Luo Tianyi. I'd like to become the same kind of character as you.”

A pause.

“And — may I call you Luoxue?”