165cm G-cup Suki: A Month Living With a Silicone Bombshell Sex Doll

There’s something slightly surreal about sitting across from a 5ft5 G-cup silicone sex doll in your living room.

I mean, you think you’re prepared—after all, you clicked “purchase” with the same hand that once bought an air fryer at 2am—but then this thing shows up. If you're exploring premium japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. And it’s… well, it’s not the air fryer.

I’m supposed to tell you about the S20 Suki model (head #S20 if you care), and honestly? I guess I just will. This is not a review for people who want a spreadsheet of specs. Go read TDF if that’s your vibe. This is more like: what actually happens when one of these big-boobed, full body Japanese sex dolls moves in with a person whose only roommate before was a dying houseplant.

That First Glance—and Then You Blink

Right out of the box, she looked almost too real. Not uncanny valley real—just enough detail to make me question why my actual exes never had skin this smooth or knees this symmetrical. The brand says “Irontech Doll,” but I swear they could’ve called it “Oops, All Curves.” G-cup is not an exaggeration. If anything, it undersells things.

Her weight? About as expected (somewhere in the neighborhood of 80 pounds), but moving her around felt like trying to carry an extremely uncooperative yoga instructor who refuses to help at all. Limbs flop if you’re not careful; fingers and toes are especially sketchy—the kind of fragile where you start apologizing out loud after bumping them against the couch leg. No idea why, but there I am saying sorry anyway.

Details That Are Almost Too Much

I have to admit—I set my expectations low on purpose because disappointment is exhausting and also very 2023. But here’s where things get weird: the details are wild. Hands and feet have creases and little folds that feel way more lifelike than they should be for something made in a factory probably halfway across the world.

Seams? Barely visible unless you go looking for them under harsh light at weird angles (which apparently became my new hobby). The skin itself feels soft but with some give—like someone who works out but still eats bread sometimes.

Oh right—the gel breasts and gel butt situation deserves its own paragraph (don’t judge me). They’re fun to squeeze; not exactly human, but close enough that your brain does a double-take before remembering what year it is again.

The Sticky Situation Nobody Warns You About

Here’s one thing nobody really talks about: silicone sex dolls ooze oil over time. Not buckets or anything dramatic—more like enough to make her feel tacky after unpacking or changing clothes too often. A quick dusting with baby powder fixes it temporarily, turning her into something less sticky and more touchable… until next week when she needs another sprinkle session.

Honestly? It drives me nuts getting oil on my hands or even worse—on furniture—but apparently every high quality sex doll does this eventually because science hasn’t solved everything yet (but hey, AI robot sex dolls are coming soon so maybe they’ll fix oily thighs).

Posing Is Basically Performance Art

Trying to get her dressed without bending fingers backwards or accidentally detaching toes becomes its own daily ritual—a kind of slow-motion ballet mixed with mild panic attacks (“Did that snap? Was it always like that?”). Lifting her arms overhead isn’t nearly as traumatic as I feared; armpits stay intact and nothing rips open unexpectedly.

Still—not gonna lie—posing her takes patience I didn’t know I had left after years online shopping during global crises.

Gel Butt: Expectations vs Reality

Now let’s talk bubble butt dreams versus reality checks: Her gel butt looks plump-ish from certain angles but feels sort of deflated up close (maybe travel trauma?). There’s even a firmer rim around where the gel chamber ends—which is odd at first touch but eventually fades into background annoyance territory unless you obsess over details like me.

Would I prefer more bounce? Sure. Do I regret picking this specific feature? Not really—it still beats any pillow-based solution by miles.

Naming Her Was Weirdly Emotional

After two weeks tiptoeing around each other (me nervously learning how not to break $2000 worth of silicone), she finally got a name: YoonHee. Giving her an identity felt bizarrely important—a step beyond just owning some custom female sex doll off the internet… which sounds ridiculous written down now that I'm seeing it here.

Maybe naming things helps us pretend we’re making normal choices?

Random Tangent Because My Brain Wanders Now

Somewhere between powdering fake boobs and googling “how to store huge breast sex doll safely,” I started wondering if my neighbors can hear any of this through thin apartment walls—or if they think I've just developed an obsession with moving heavy furniture late at night.

Anyway—that's probably not relevant unless you're paranoid like me, but it's part of life now apparently.

Would I Do It Again?

Short answer: probably yes—but mostly because curiosity wins out over practicality every single time in my universe. These Irontech silicone dolls aren’t perfect—they sweat oil, their toes wobble too much, their gel bits sag after long journeys—but they do deliver on being both conversation pieces and oddly comforting roommates when everyone else seems busy elsewhere.

There isn’t really an ending here because… well… she doesn’t leave or change much except outfits (and head #S20 looks better than most hats I've owned). Maybe next month I'll figure out how to pose her without muttering apologies under my breath every five minutes—or maybe that's just part of having a Japanese sex doll named YoonHee taking up space where ambition used to live.