Chapter 1

"How was your day, babe? Do you want me to massage your body?" he says.

I guess he was just normal during the first few days that I met him.

It was also common for him to suddenly greet me and laugh while being naked because that's precisely what I would expect from a sex doll— to be realistic in front of my eyes.

Even though he just sat on the sofa all night while looking at me intently and not blinking, I still stare back at him because I admire the perfect workmanship of the manufacturer on him.

After all, this sex doll can be compared to the supermodels of popular international fashion magazines.

His face sculptured to perfection. You will blush at the very least. Adding to his sex appeal is his messy dark hair. He’s ripped and I can't stop looking at his abdominal muscles.

And if you lower your gaze to the middle of his two legs, you will see that they did indeed made it perfect to the sight and satisfaction of women.

Only once have I seen that kind of grace in the crotch of the men who became my clients. And who would have thought that there was more to a sex doll than the real men I was in bed with.

To think that it was made advanced because it is also artificial intelligence just seems to prove that people are becoming more adept at making robotic technologies.

But all of a sudden, a week later, after he arrived in front of my apartment packed in a big box and sent it to me, I was surprised when I got home around two in the morning from the bar I was working on because he suddenly disappeared.

He was nowhere in my pad.

I even approached the sofa where I had left him sitting earlier before leaving the apartment to go to the bar.

"Did a thief break-in?" I was nervous by my self-assumption. The money I had accumulated hidden behind the cabinet immediately entered my mind, so I ran to the bedroom.

No! Not the money! Those are for Gino's miscellaneous fees in the university!

When I entered the room, I immediately went to the cabinet to open it, and I seemed to be stoned by what I saw. I was terrified.

Not because I was robbed, instead because I did not expect what I would see.

What used to be a messy cabinet with a mountain of stacked clothes is now organized and folded.

My brain came to realize that the living room where I came from was actually neat and clean. Maybe I just didn't notice right away because I was more worried about the sudden loss of the sex doll and thought I might have been robbed.

W-Who. . .entered my apartment? Gino doesn't know where I live! Who did all of these then? Who organized all of this?!

Suddenly I heard a growl from behind me—a moan of a person awakened from a deep slumber.

W-Who was that?!

I wanted to be sure, so I immediately turned around to look around the room. I was stiff as my eyes wandered. As a whole, the apartment also looked clean and organized. It was not like before—a mess and slum.

I fixed my gaze on the bed. My heartbeat quickens as I stare at the blanket. It looked as if it enshrouded a person, for it shapes the figure and size of a person's body.

W-Who is lying there?

I backed away when it suddenly moved, and someone got up to sit on the bed. He lowered the blanket that covered his face, and there I finally saw what he looked like.

"I'm glad you're back," he smiled at me, but his eyes were blank. He stood up naked and walked in front of me. My eyes widened as I personally see a sex doll walk around like a natural person.

H-He can move by himself?

"Babe," he called me again.

Fortunately, his eyes were not blinking. If he did, I might have mistakenly thought he was a real person and ran towards the door.

I stared closely at him. "W-Were you the one who cleaned my apartment?"

He nodded, "Yes. I did."

I was overwhelmed with what he said because a sex doll cleaning a pad by himself is far unusual. Is this doll telling the truth?!

I scanned the room once again, and it looks like he was not lying.

Exhausted, I just chased him out of the room. I scratched my neck, "Alright. You can get out now. Go back to the sofa."

Instead of leaving, he did not follow me.

I folded my arms when he didn't move. It's just weird because his eyes aren't blinking. It was as if I were talking to a dead man. Pretty creepy after all.

"Go. I'm going to sleep!" I said and pulled him away, but his weight was too heavy, and I couldn't move him. I pushed him this time, and in this case, it looked like he really doesn't want to follow me because he held on to the cabinet so I wouldn't let him out.

I frowned. He seems like the one who got the brain between the two of us. I'm annoyed.

"I said go! Why aren’t you following?"

"Would you want me to please you before I go, babe?"

I raised a brow. Of course. It was made for my satisfaction in bed.

I looked at his pet between his two legs. I don't trust that part. It spells danger.

"You want me to be pleased?"

He nodded, seemed to be adamant.

"No thanks. I had enough for this day. I don't want you wandering around my apartment naked so cover that. "

I pointed his crotch.

His face was still blank as he looked at his treasure, "I apologise. But I seem to not have any clothes available. "

I turned around and opened the cabinet again. I grabbed the boxer shorts and plain white shirt my client had left me and handed it to him.

"There. Wear it. Leave my room afterwards."

He nodded and put on the clothes I gave him. I didn't wait for him to finish and I fell on the bed because my body was so tired.

"Just leave," I said while closing my eyes.

He seemed to follow and finally left the room because I heard the door close.

I thought things would still be as expected after that dawn.

I didn't know that my life will change forever. Beginning from the bizarre phenomenon inside my apartment building.

As the sun rose, I was startled by the noises of the sirens coming from police cars and ambulances outside the building. I just found out that a female tenant was beheaded last night who apparently also lives just opposite my room apartment.

Two policemen knocked on the door to take a statement from me. I let them in and made them sit on the sofa.

"I'll just get you something to drink," I said.

They smiled and nodded. They composed themselves to sit on the sofa.

My blood was secretly boiling.

Somehow, I could notice their surreptitious glances on my chest and legs. I only had an over-sized white shirt to cover my bra and short shorts because I was at home. I also didn't expect to have a visitor.

When I finished making the juice, I went back to the living room and put the drink on the table.

The two of them introduced themselves first before they started asking me questions. They are said to be police officers in the district who were sent to investigate the murder.

"What's your name?" asked a cop with ombre eyes.

"Paulette Angeles,” I told them.

"Do you know the tenant across from your apartment?" another policeman added.

"No. We never met."

They nodded, and I didn't like the sudden grin of one of them, "Your landlady said you have been living here for the last five years. You were here before the victim lived which was two years ago. During your time here why not did you even meet her even once? "

I cringed, "I'm often away from here and I don't leave the apartment when it's not important. I work at night and I sleep in the morning."

One looks unconvinced, but he smiles as if they're planning something. If only they weren't policemen, I would have made them get out of here right away because they had been peeking at my body for the last nanoseconds.

Fuckin' men.

"What is your job Miss Angeles?" one asked while writing in his notebook.

I stared at them intently, "I work at the bar."

They were both stunned and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow at them when the policeman suddenly laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

I was insulted.

"The landlady already told us, Miss Angeles. We know you're a sex worker."

I frowned, "Why are you laughing then?"

They suddenly closed the notebooks they were writing on and shove them aside on the table, "But other than that, we also found out that you were the only one who came to the floor here around two to four in the morning which is the expected time of the crime. "

My forehead furrowed, "Are you saying I'm a suspect?"

The two policemen looked at each other, "It will depend..."

I noticed a sudden change in their behavior. They are no longer professionals if you say.

". . .depends on whether you do us a favor."

They looked at me from my legs to chest, "We can change the outcome of the investigation if we get along Miss Angeles."

One of the policemen touched my leg. I handed the juice and threw it at them, then stood up, "If you're just going to harass me, just leave!"

They were both indignant with what I did.

They also stood up in no time, "You fucking bitch!"