My crush from high school just became my stepbrother. I thought we were over, a forbidden love that would never happen. That was until he gave me a plush doll that looked exactly like him. I thought it was just a cute coincidence. But then, a row of glowing, floating comments drifted across my vision. [Hehe, our sweet girl still has no idea this is the male lead’s sensory doll, does she?] [I heard that whatever she does to this doll, he will feel it for real. Is that true?] [Totally true! He gave her this doll just so she would cuddle him! There are so many naughty tricks waiting for them later!] I froze. Slowly, I looked down and kissed the doll’s soft ear. The next second, my stepbrother, sitting right across from me, flushed bright red. The first time I saw Ethan Vance was during the pep rally of my freshman year. He was a sophomore then, the star player of the varsity basketball team. I was being shoved around by the crowd at the edge of the court. After sinking a perfect three-pointer, he turned his head and looked right into my eyes. Then, he smiled. That single glance lived rent-free in my head for an entire year. So, when my mom told me she was remarrying and that her new husband had a son, I never in a million years expected it to be Ethan. On my first day moving into the Vance mansion, he stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. My palms were sweating. I was terrified he would recognize me—and equally terrified he wouldn’t. In the end, he just said, “You’re here?” It was as if we weren’t meeting for the first time. As if we had been family for a long time. Even so, I never stopped loving him. I just buried my feelings deep down in my heart. As long as I could be near him, it was enough. But lately, I felt like the way he looked at me was getting stranger. Then came Christmas Eve. Our parents had gone out to a gala, leaving only Ethan and me at home. The Christmas tree in the living room flickered with warm yellow lights. I was curled up on the couch scrolling through TikTok when I saw him coming downstairs. In his hand was a beautifully wrapped gift box. “For you,” he said, handing it over. His tone was casual, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink. What was it? Ethan, a guy who usually spoke in one-word sentences, had actually wrapped a gift himself? Filled with curiosity, I opened the box. A creamy-white plush doll was lying inside. It had a tiny red bow tied around its neck. Suddenly, a row of floating comments flashed before my eyes. [Hehe, our sweet girl still has no idea this is the male lead’s sensory doll, does she?] [I heard that whatever she does to this doll, he will feel it for real. Is that true?] [Totally true! He gave her this doll just so she would cuddle him! There are so many naughty tricks waiting for them later!] I stared at the doll, completely paralyzed. Did I stay up too late watching Netflix and start having hallucinations? Weren’t sensory-link dolls something only found in fantasy web novels? Ethan’s voice broke the silence. “You don’t like it?” [Oh no, our male lead looks like he’s about to shatter into pieces.] [What if my girl doesn’t like my gift? That’s literally bound to my physical senses!] [Chloe, nod your head, please!!!] [Don’t be fooled by his blank face. He’s clenching his fists so hard his knuckles are turning white.] “I love it,” I said. To test the theory, I reached out. It was just a plush toy. Yet, for some reason, my heart started racing. “Wait—” Before Ethan could finish his sentence, I pulled the doll into my arms and leaned down to kiss its ear. When I looked up, Ethan’s entire face was burning red. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Thanks, Ethan. I really, really like this doll.” [Omg!!! One kiss and he’s already losing his mind!] [Blushing like that from a simple kiss on the ear? Is he really this pure?] [Oh my god, this is so cute. Chloe, go get him! Give us some spice!] [Wait, is he getting hard?] My sharp eyes caught Ethan clenching his jaw. Was he trying his best to hold it in? “As long as you like it. Take good care of it.” I nodded, holding back a laugh.
That night, I climbed into bed and held the doll tightly against my chest. The comments started floating by again. [Hehehe, Ethan’s face must be burning again because Chloe is cuddling him!] [He gets turned on just by a hug? He has zero self-control. I’m worried for Chloe’s future waist.] [Wait, the doll doesn’t have *that* part, does it? Does that mean we won’t get any smut yet?] [But if she touches that spot, he’ll still feel it, right? Wait, is Chloe reaching down?] I didn’t expect this doll to be so much fun. I sat up, pretending to inspect the doll. I slipped off its tiny clothes. Then, I pinched the doll’s little hands. I squeezed its waist. Finally, my fingers slowly traced down, lightly brushing the area between the doll’s chubby legs. [Ahhhhh! Did Ethan just make a sound in his room?!] [Oh my god, Chloe, you are a natural!] [Holy crap, Ethan lying in his bed right now must look so hot. He’s a basketball player, those abs… those thighs…] Picturing him in my head, I suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing through my own body. I didn’t push it any further. I just gave the doll a good massage, dressed it back up, and hugged it close as I fell asleep. Ever since I discovered the doll was connected to Ethan’s senses, I took it everywhere with me. And I let absolutely no one touch it. Until one day after school. I was waiting for Ethan so we could walk home together. Suddenly, a hand snatched the doll right out of my arms. It was Brooke Ashley, the senior girl I hated the most. “Pfft, a high schooler still playing with baby toys? How pathetic.” I turned around and saw her violently grabbing the doll by its hair. My heart stopped. This doll was connected to Ethan! How could she treat it so roughly?! [Relax, our male lead is smart. The doll is only bound to Chloe. Even if he touches it himself, he feels nothing.] [Exactly! He knew other people might touch it, so he locked the sensory link to Chloe only.] [But Chloe looks like she’s about to cry, my poor baby~] “Give it back!” I snapped. Knowing the truth from the comments made me feel a bit relieved, but I was still furious. I wanted to snatch it back, but I was afraid she would rip it. What if she actually hurt Ethan? “Wow, you care about this cheap toy that much?” Brooke examined the doll closely. “Wait, it kind of looks like Ethan Vance…” “You carry a doll that looks like Ethan every day. Don’t tell me you have a creepy crush on your own stepbrother?” She raised her voice on purpose. Passersby started to stop and stare. My face flushed a deep crimson. “Shut up! You’re making things up!” Suddenly, Ethan’s cold voice cut through the air from behind us. “What are you guys talking about?” [Ahhh, Chloe, you tease! You hugged him to sleep every night, making him unable to sleep, and now you’re acting shy!] [He looks devastated. His hands are literally shaking.] [Oh lord, he is extremely possessive. Chloe, watch out, you’re going to get wrecked in bed later.] [Hehe, I am so ready for that!] I turned around. Ethan’s face was as dark as a thunderstorm. Oh, he was mad. Brooke spoke first, her voice turning instantly sweet and victimized. “Ethan, I just wanted to look at her doll, and she got so aggressive with me.” Seriously? She was playing the victim now? Before I could speak, Ethan let out a cold laugh. “That belongs to her. Did you ask for permission before grabbing it?” “Brooke, you’re a senior. Since when did you lose your basic manners?” “Give it back to her. Now.” Brooke bit her lip, reluctantly handing the doll over. I didn’t reach for it. “Clean it first, Brooke. Then put it back in my bag.” “It’s a Christmas gift from my brother. It’s very precious to me.” Brooke’s face flushed. She whispered, “Chloe, don’t push it…” “Pushing it?” Ethan stepped in, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “You took my sister’s stuff while I wasn’t around, and you’re calling her difficult?” He took one step forward. Just one step, and Brooke stumbled back two. “Brooke, do you really think I don’t know the things you’ve been doing behind my back?” Brooke’s face went pale. I didn’t know what Ethan was referring to, but judging by her expression, it was bad. The surrounding students started whispering. Biting her tongue, Brooke pulled out a wet wipe, meticulously cleaned the doll, and placed it back in my backpack. Before leaving, she gave me a murderous glare. I just smiled back, then turned to Ethan. “Thanks, Ethan. Don’t worry, I will take good care of your doll. I’ll keep it close to me at all times and won’t let anyone else touch it.” He stared deep into my eyes. The tips of his ears turned red again. Without another word, he turned and walked away. Watching his retreating back, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Why are you running, Ethan? I’m not going to eat you. —At least, not yet. [Chloe is so teasing! Our male lead is suffering so much.] [Chloe doesn’t know he likes her back, she thinks she’s just teasing her brother.] [When is the confession? I want to see the spicy scenes now!]
That night, because the doll had been touched by Brooke, I wanted to give it a wash. But I was worried that washing it would do something weird to Ethan. [The male lead is in the shower right now!!!] [Oh my god, his body is insane! Six-pack, broad shoulders, but the camera is blurred below the waist, damn it!] [We can easily picture it. No one doubts the size of a smut novel male lead!] [Wow, he’s washing himself so thoroughly. I’m blushing just looking at him.] So he was taking a shower? Perfect. I stripped the doll naked and brought it into the bathroom with me. The next second, the comments went wild. [Ahhhhh! That was so sudden, his knees literally went weak! He almost slipped in the shower, thank god he held onto the wall!] [Holy crap, Chloe, what are you doing? Do more!] [His face is so red. I feel like he’s about to burst into her room right now!] [Chloe, your timing is impeccable!] I smiled and used my palms to gently soap and scrub the doll’s little butt. [Oh my god, so he’s not just taking a shower anymore?] [His face is always so stoic, we couldn’t even tell he was holding back so much pleasure!] [I can’t wait to see if he keeps that cold face when they finally make out…] “I like you so much,” I whispered to the doll. Then, I rinsed it and held it tight against my bare chest. [Wait, is Chloe pressing the doll against her boobs?!] [He definitely felt that! Don’t let him pass out from pleasure before they even confess!] [I think he’s reached his limit!] Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Ethan’s voice came through, thick and strained. “What are you doing in there?” What do you think, baby? You already know. “Just took a shower~” I replied playfully. “Go to sleep,” he said coldly. “We have school tomorrow. If you don’t sleep now, you won’t be able to wake up.” A threat? Please. I gently pinched the doll’s ear. I heard a sharp intake of breath from outside the door. “Are you… playing with that doll right now?” “Yeah.” Silence stretched outside the door. “Be gentle with him,” Ethan finally said, his voice husky. “The doll is… very sensitive. It breaks easily.” [Why do I feel like he’s not talking about the doll?] [He wants her to cherish *him*. Too bad he hasn’t confessed yet, how is Chloe supposed to know~] [Wait, Chloe’s blushing. Why?] [Actually, I feel like Chloe knows more than she lets on…] “I get it. I’ll take good care of the… gift you gave me.” Knowing his feelings, I purposely made my voice sound sweet and clingy. Ethan’s voice softened significantly. “Okay. Goodnight then.” “Goodnight, Ethan.” [Chloe is so cute, I want to kiss her!] [This is too sweet, he’s definitely pitching a tent again!] [Our male lead has no self-control. He’s going to be wrapped around her finger forever.] [Skip to the good part, please!] [Classic smut male lead. Here he goes again.] [Chloe, kiss the doll! Please!] I wanted to tease him more, but decided to hold back. I hugged the doll and lay down. I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but the doll felt unusually warm.
The next day was the high school basketball championship. The court was packed. I went to watch Ethan play. Holding the doll, I found a quiet corner in the bleachers. Ethan looked incredibly hot on the court. Sweat dripped down his sharp jawline, his jersey clinging to his back, outlining his muscular frame. When he jumped to shoot, his arm muscles tensed, and the ball traced a perfect arc through the air— Swish. Nothing but net. The crowd erupted. The buzzer sounded. Game over. Ethan’s team won. He bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. He was drenched in sweat, radiating pure heat. Just then, a figure pushed past me. Brooke was running toward him with a cold bottle of water. “Ethan! Drink some water!” She ran so fast that right before she reached him, she tripped over nothing— And fell straight toward his chest. [Ugh, this cliché b*tch again!] [That fake fall was so obvious, oh my god!] [Did he catch her? Please tell me he didn’t!] [Chloe, what are you doing? Go mark your territory!] My heart jumped into my throat. But— Ethan took a swift step aside, completely dodging her. Brooke hit empty air, stumbling a few steps before catching her balance. Her face was a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Ethan! I almost fell, and you didn’t even catch me?” Ethan stood up straight and looked at her coldly. “You seem to be standing just fine.” Brooke bit her lip and offered the water again. “Just take the water. You must be thirsty.” “No thanks, I brought my own.” He walked over to the bench, picked up his own hydro flask, and took a swig. Brooke stood there frozen, her hand holding the bottle mid-air. A few students nearby started snickering. [HAHAHAHA, I’m dead!] [Good job, Ethan!] [Her face turned literally green!] [Chloe, your turn! Go!] I took a deep breath, held the doll, and walked over to him. “Ethan.” He turned, blinking in surprise. “Chloe? What are you doing here?” I lifted the doll and tapped his arm with it. “Brought you some water.” He looked down, a small smile finally breaking on his face. “Water? Where is it?” I pulled a bottle of room-temperature water from my bag. “Here.” Without a second thought, he snatched it, opened it, and drank half of it. Brooke’s expression grew even uglier. “Ethan, didn’t you say you brought your own water?” Ethan capped the bottle and said indifferently: “My sister brought this. It’s different.” [Ahhhhh, I’m screaming!] [He knows exactly what to say!] [Chloe wins this round!] [Brooke’s face must be burning so hard right now, lmao!] My cheeks felt hot. I quickly looked down to organize my bag. Ethan reached out and ruffled my hair. “Let’s go. I’ll buy you dinner.” “Oh… okay.” I followed him. As we passed Brooke, she glared at me like she wanted to kill me. I just flashed her a sweet smile. Sorry, sweetie. I won this round.
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