165cm G-Cup Brunette Silicone Sex Doll: Living With Miya (Or, Well, Her Twin)

The Arrival—And That Awkward First Lift

I guess if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to unbox a 165cm G-cup brunette full silicone sex doll—yep, that’s the “Charming Big Boobs” model with S1 Miya’s body—you probably picture something out of a movie. If you're exploring quality japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. Maybe velvet curtains and soft jazz. Me? My living room was cluttered, my cat looked skeptical, and the box was about as subtle as a marching band.

Anyway, let’s just say Irontech Doll knows how to pack their product. She came in looking… well, not exactly lifelike at first (limbs all folded up like origami), but give her a minute. Once I got her out and upright (which is an event in itself—she weighs enough to make you rethink your gym routine), things started feeling weirdly real.

Details You Don’t Expect To Notice

Alright, confession time: I set my expectations low. Like “barely above inflatable pool toy” low. But this Japanese sex doll (well, technically she’s more pan-Asian but that’s another rabbit hole) surprised me. The skin detail is almost freaky—the creases on her hands and feet are textured just right. Not too much so you get creeped out; just enough that you pause mid-pose thinking “huh… they really tried.”

The seamlines? Practically invisible unless you’re actively hunting them down with a flashlight or something equally obsessive. And touching her arms or thighs actually feels kind of… athletic? There’s some give—a soft layer over firm muscle-like core—which sounds odd until you try it yourself.

Sticky Fingers & Other Small Annoyances

Here comes the part no one tells you: silicone is oily stuff. At least this kind of high quality sex doll silicone is. First shower was fine; then she got tacky again after a week or two of moving her around (or maybe I’m just clumsy). Baby powder helps for sure—but then there’s the whole thing where your hands pick up that faint stickiness every now and then.

It doesn’t ruin anything, not really—it just means wiping surfaces more than usual and occasionally wondering if your couch will ever feel normal again.

Gel Breasts: Reality vs Imagination

Let’s talk about those G-cups for a second because honestly, it’s half the reason anyone clicks on these listings in the first place. They’re gel-filled which gives them this bouncy softness when squeezed—not quite human but definitely better than old-school foam cores.

But here’s the kicker: after traveling packed tight for weeks (months?), her butt ended up looking… deflated isn’t quite right but close enough. It squishes nice but sags more than expected—and there’s this weird rim around the gel chamber inside that feels off when you press too hard.

Still fun to poke at though—I mean, who wouldn’t?

Moving Day Is Every Day

If you think owning a full body sex doll is all glamor and photo shoots—nope! Moving her from bed to chair or posing for photos takes planning worthy of an Olympic event. Fingers bend easily; toes even more so (still wobbly even with harder silicone feet). One wrong move and suddenly she looks like she lost a thumb wrestling match with gravity.

You end up worrying about hurting her even though rationally—you know—it doesn’t matter? Still can’t help myself apologizing every time I knock her hand against something by accident.

A Name Makes It Better

After about two weeks of cohabitation I realized calling her “the doll” felt cold—even ironic detachment has its limits—so she got named YoonHee. Why? No idea really; it just stuck one morning while making coffee across from her blank stare propped on the couch.

Naming things makes them realer somehow—even if they’re custom made lady sex dolls shipped across continents.

Little Things That Stick In Your Head

There are moments where I catch myself adjusting her hair or smoothing out clothes before guests arrive—as if someone might actually believe she wandered in herself instead of being delivered by freight truck labeled “fragile.” Sometimes I forget how big those G-cups look under regular t-shirts until someone visits and does a double take walking past my office door.

Weirdly enough—I don’t regret buying her at all despite tiny annoyances like sticky skin or slightly saggy bubble butt areas. Maybe it says something about modern loneliness or maybe it just means Irontech Doll builds pretty convincing companions for people who want them.

Either way—I keep seeing new reviews pop up on TDF (The Doll Forum) from folks who sound oddly relieved their experience matches mine: lots of compliments for detail; minor gripes about oiliness; everyone pretending they didn’t name theirs within days too.

Sometimes late at night when everything is quiet except my fridge humming along, I wonder what else people do with their ai robot sex dolls besides pose them in hats and try different outfits—or maybe that’s already most of it?

Oh well—guess there are weirder hobbies out there somewhere...