175cm/5ft9 D-cup Cute Silicone Sex Doll #29: The Oddly Real, Slightly Disarming Experience

Unpacking the Box (And My Own Doubts)

There’s a weird moment right before you open a box like this. If you're exploring japanese sex doll options, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. You’re standing there—maybe in your hallway, maybe with the blinds half-closed for no real reason—wondering if you’ve just done something a little odd. I mean, ordering a 175cm (5ft9) D-cup cute silicone sex doll isn’t exactly... routine. At least not for me. Maybe not for most people? But curiosity is stubborn.

The packaging was secure, almost overkill. Not complaining though; the last thing anyone wants is a “fragile” sticker ignored by some warehouse guy and then, surprise, your full body sex doll arrives with an arm at a right angle. Didn’t happen here.

First Encounter: It’s Not What You Think

You get this idea from websites that these dolls are going to be cartoonish or uncanny in some way—a little too shiny, maybe plasticky. This one (AngeKiss Doll #29), though, caught me off guard. She looked more like those high-end Japanese sex dolls than anything else: soft features, slightly shy expression… even the hair felt pretty natural? Not perfect but much closer than expected.

I guess what surprised me most was the weight—about 57-66 lbs (26-30kg). Heavy enough that moving her around makes you realize, yeah, this isn’t just some inflatable toy from a sketchy shop downtown. There’s heft and realism there. Maybe too much sometimes.

Details That Creep Up On You

It’s funny how certain details stick out once you actually live with something like this for a bit. The skin texture on this silicone sex doll is… well, it doesn’t feel alive obviously—but it also doesn’t feel fake-fake either? Somewhere in between rubbery and warm if that makes sense.

The D-cup chest looks bigger in person than I expected after staring at c-cup and medium breast sex doll listings online for comparison. And there’s customization—I picked out eye color and wig style because apparently that matters more to me than I thought.

One thing though: joints are stiff at first. Like she’d been sitting still forever—which she had—and needed stretching out.

Is It Really Worth $1501-2000?

This part had me circling back again and again before buying—like do I really want to drop $1500+ on an angelkiss doll? Or would something smaller do the trick? There are cheaper options at 150cm (4'11") or even ai robot sex dolls popping up lately (not brave enough for those yet).

But after handling her—posing her on my couch like some awkward roommate—I kind of got it. The craftsmanship is wild compared to low-end stuff; eyelashes aren’t glued on crookedly, makeup isn’t clownish… Even dressed up as an Asian sex doll or lady sex doll character from one of those custom sites she looked believable enough to pass as art rather than just adult entertainment.

Tangent: Gift Cards & Raffles Are A Trap

Quick sidetrack because this bugged me—websites love pushing “use gift card to enter doll raffle!” banners everywhere now. Feels gimmicky; I didn’t bother but hey maybe someone wins sometimes? Still feels like one of those things where you end up spending more chasing free stuff than if you just bought what you wanted outright.

Anyway—

Living With A Full Body Sex Doll: Weirdly Normal?

After the initial awkwardness fades—and it does fade—you start noticing how normal it becomes having her around. Sometimes she’s propped in my computer chair while I work late nights; other times she stands by my bookshelf looking vaguely judgmental about my manga collection (which is probably projection).

Cleaning isn’t fun but manageable if you’re careful about joints and use mild soap instead of whatever harsh cleaner pops into your head first time around.

Is it lonely? Maybe sometimes—but less so than I thought it’d be honestly.

Final Realization — Or Something Close To It

If you’d told me two years ago that I’d be writing about owning a cute silicone sex doll—the #29 specifically—I would have laughed or shrugged or changed topics fast as possible. Now… ehh, not so strange anymore?

She doesn’t talk back or ask questions or judge when dinner is instant noodles three nights running (thank god). She also doesn’t solve loneliness completely but fills some odd gap between decor and companion piece—a mix only someone who’s lived with one might get.

Guess what I’m saying is—it wasn’t what I expected but maybe that was sort of the point all along.

And now she’s sitting across from me while I type this out—a silent witness to another late-night ramble that probably won’t make sense tomorrow morning.