5 days to the dream wedding
It was supposed to become the best party the Crown had ever seen. Naturally, only men were invited to this exclusive event, which was not really surprising, since it was a bachelor party.
To be precise, Mamoru Chiba's stag party.
Motoki, his best man, had planned everything around this date together with Makoto, maid of honor of Usagi, the happy fiancée. While the almost-wife of Mamoru was supposed to go to Nagano in the mountains for a snowy, long weekend trip with her close friends Ami, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Naru and Motoki's little sister Unazuki, the blond groomsman had thought of a merry men's party with lots of poker, extended drinking sessions and all kinds of nonsense... just like what you do as a guy, if you are about to tie the knot for life and want to paint the town red for the very last time as an unmarried man!
Of course, illustrious guests were at the start, all of whom would also be involved in the wedding. Beside Motoki these were the boyfriends of the girls; Yuichiro, Allan, Ryo, Umino and Kobayashi. As soon as Usagi would be back, the huge wedding ceremony at the embassy of the kingdom of Dianonds would take place one day later. Everything was perfectly planned and the booming basses from the Game Crown sound system got the lively party people going, when Motoki, slightly tipsy and armed with a shot, crawled onto the bar, raised his glass high in the air and announced to the slightly astonished men in front of him, beaming with joy
"I can't believe my best friend is getting married in fffive days. Mamoru, you are sooo young! Not even tttwentty-fffiiive."
With his gaze already slightly transfigured by the alcohol, he looked at his best friend, who surprisingly still seemed quite sober despite probably seven beers and five shots. But that was rather a matter of opinion, as Mamoru was already having increasingly slight balance problems and had to hold onto the counter himself while looking up at Motoki
"Oh sssshut up... come here my bbrooother!" With those words, Motoki climbed off his beloved counter pretty awkwardly, only to wrap his arms around Mamoru's neck in the next moment. In the process, he nearly brought himself and Mamoru down with his rather clumsy action.
"Sssorry, *hiccup, ohh sorry!" the sandy blond bartender mumbled into his best friend's ear. He, in turn, was about to launch into a reprimanding lecture when he heard a loud knock from the glass door to the Crown, jolting him out of his somewhat precarious position.
"Huh...who wants to come in here this late?"
"Wait a minute...I'm ttttakiiing caaare of this." Motoki slurred back at him and staggered towards the entrance. When he finally arrived after two wobbles, he opened the door and mumbled to the stranger in front of him with a slightly squinty-eyed look
"cloooossed...clooo...*hiccup*... sssed sooociiieetyy..mmm... made it!"
"Geez, I made it too and can finally deliver this monstrous package here. This is Chibiusa Chiba's bachelorette party... and you are a pissed stripper, right?"
With a raised eyebrow, the stranger looked at a rather drunk Motoki
"No, it's my bachelor party. I'm Mamoru Chiba." Mamoru answered rather curtly who had set up behind Motoki and whom his best friend was now using as a perfect leaning aid.
"Fine, as long as you get the last name right. I'm definitely not lugging that thing around again. Please sign here and here."
Slightly taken aback, Mamoru looked at the huge package directly behind the man, who obviously appeared to be a mailman.
"Who's it from?"
Motoki wanted to know, while Mamoru used the man-sized package as a prop and unceremoniously leaned his best friend against the box so he could sign for receipt of the shipment. Again, the package delivery man raised an eyebrow while looking at the bottled up Motoki
"I don't know. It's from overseas. Delivery is only to the front door, by the way. Have fun and have a good evening."
Mamoru glanced at the addressee. Suddenly, a slight grin of realization spread across his face. He grabbed Motoki and dragged him back into the Crown.
"Come on, sit down on a chair there, I need someone in a semi-sober state to help me carry the package in."
Motoki looked at him, slightly confused, but Mamoru had already approached Kobayashi, who marched with him toward the entrance, ready for action. A few moments later, the huge package stood in the middle of the room and everyone gathered around it curiously. Except for Motoki. He was still sitting and was desperately trying to open a sparkling water bottle that Ryo had thankfully put out for him.
Armed with a cutter knife, Mamoru opened the top labeled 'open here'. A green envelope with his name on it lay right on top.
"And who's it from now?!" Motoki mumbled impatiently as he continued to struggle with the cap on the water bottle in the back. Mamoru opened the envelope and loudly translated the lines for the others
"My dearest ex-room-mate hottie, Jackpot! You lucky one get to be chained up in a little while. And now you celebrate the beginning of your hopefully everlasting slavery as well. Unfortunately, I can't make it to your Bachelor party because I'm held up by a business appointment I can't postpone with a hot, busty brunette in the Caribbean."
Mamoru turned to Motoki and replied only
"It's from Richard, my fellow student from Harvard."
Minako's British boyfriend grinned slightly wryly at the mention of that name
"Oh, you mean that crazy millionaire son of a bitch Richard Zettergren, who just partied all day instead of studying, and the only reason Usagi must never know about him is because he kept trying to set you up with the most alluring female students?"
"That's the one, Allan."
"I see, and what did he give you now?"
Mamoru read the rest of the text aloud as a translation
"Fortunately, I was able to find adequate replacements who can represent me worthily at your party. I wish you and your soon to be wife lots of great times with this gift. I've put a lot of effort into it and I'm sure I've met your taste... after all what you have told me so ;) So Long and stay tuned! XXX DICK
"Okay, sounds exciting. Now don't put us on the rack any longer and unpack it already, Mamoru."
Ryo had joined Motoki, who was still incapable of undoing a simple screw top due to his temporarily impaired fine motor skills, and now looked from what was happening in front of him to the groom-to-be with amusement.
Together with Yuichiro, Mamoru continued to open the cardboard box, which was more complicated than expected, considering that they were both in a more than inebriated state. Finally, they had successfully removed the box and were now faced with a huge gift wrapped in bright pink paper, complete with a red bow
"Well, here we go."
Mamoru bravely tore off the top part of the gift wrapping and immediately got the fright of his life
"Iiieeeeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!!!"
Immediately Motoki jumped up from his chair, and in this action completely splashed everything in a radius of three meters with the now open carbonated water bottle. Including himself. Mamoru stared at him in bewilderment as the drops of water fell from his black strands of hair. Motoki was quite impressed by this look, which he had never seen on Mamoru before, and approached the 'something' from the back. When he arrived at Mamoru, he was confronted with a disturbing image, as he now looked into a face that was far too familiar to him.
Despite his inebriated state, Motoki was suddenly stone-cold sober... just like Mamoru.
"W-what the hell is that? WHAT the HELL !!!!"
Yuichiro took heart and unwrapped the gift a bit further until his eyes fell on a pendant tied along with a chain around the neck of this 'something'. While Mamoru had fallen into a stupor of shock, unable to speak, Yuichiro read his answer aloud
"This is... Randy Reika."
"This is a bad joke, right? Are we on hidden camera here?"
Slowly, some realization sank through Mamoru's fogged brain as to the rather unusual gift after all
"Oh dear, I think Richard has something completely mixed up!"
Motoki was now horrified at this statement
"Mixed up???? Can you please explain to me why your American friend is giving you an almost naked sex doll that has my girlfriend's name on it and has the innocent face of MY LITTLE SISTER???? !!!!!"
"Uhh, this is a Real Doll and not a regular sex doll to be precise."
Umino now intervened, approaching the whole thing with an unexpected frighteningly sober look. Motoki was now staring at him at least as stunned as the rest of the group
"I just saw this recently as part of another project... erh... anyhow. Real Dolls are configurable dolls whose size, appearance, and texture can be individually selected. Certain body parts are even interchangeable on a whim."
"You mean boobs and pussies?"
"Yuichiro, shut up!"
Umino was not further impressed by Motoki's interjection and continued with his explanation
"On average, they are no taller than 146cm and their bodies, consisting of a steel frame with a silicone coating, weigh just under 26kg. Life-like functions such as adjustable body temperature, heartbeat as well as facial expressions can even be added as special features on high-end dolls."
"Hey Mamoru look, she can open and close her eyes."
"Hands off Unazuki, Yuichiro!"
With a powerful thud into the void, Motoki staggered against the unusual gift all at once, causing the half-unpacked sex doll to fall against Mamoru, who immediately lost his balance and landed backwards on the floor. And on top of him his new toy. And right on top of it Motoki who immediately took his hands off the protruding silicone butt covered only with a red string in horror.
"Can someone please help me?!"
Kobayashi and Umino hesitated for only a few drunken moments until they finally freed Mamoru from the clutches of the giant, plastic fake breasts. At least the doll was wearing a fiery red bikini, otherwise a silicone nipple would have landed right in Mamoru's mouth.
"Well, the mood is kind of gone right now. I'll go get us some more booze."
Ryo disappeared busily behind the counter, while Motoki still waited with folded arms including a wicked, tipsy look for an explanation from Mamoru about this rather fancy present
"So let's start from the beginning. Why does Richard think that my little sister Unazuki is part of your sex fantasy and why did he name this doll after my girlfriend?"
Mamoru couldn't help but grin slightly at his explanation as he thought back to his eventful year at Harvard
"Well, I always had lots of pictures of you all hanging in my room. Richard was nice, but also quite superficial and only half listened when I told him about Japan and my friends. This may have been because he was stoned for half of his study time and drunk for the other half. For example, he consistently called me Amori China for a year... probably that's where his faux pas with this... Thing here."
"This THING looks exactly like my little baby sister!"
"No Motoki, Unazuki's boobs are much smaller and so is her butt, but her waist is wider and her thighs are thicker."
"One more word from you Yuichiro and I'll tell Rei that you secretly dance ballet... male ballet... Where you're constantly grabbing other guys' crotches during the lifts !!!"
Somehow Motoki had just sobered up quite a bit.
"Now everybody calm down! I'll call Richard immediately and let him know to have the doll picked up again."
Having said that, Mamoru pulled out his cell phone and dialed a rather long number. Three times, because he didn't quite recognize the numbers on the display anymore and his fingers were just doing what they wanted. On the third try, it finally worked. After a few moments, his former college classmate picked up
"Hey Dick!"
"Hi there, Roomie! I take it you got my special present? You are very welcome mate!"
"Hey listen, I was wondering if you could take it back since this is neither how my fiancée looks like nor I need a sex doll at all."
"Wot? You are kidding me right? There's no way to take it back. There won't be any refund as it is a customized doll made especially for you my love and if it doesn't meet your expectations, just order a new head or something like that in order to have fun in bed... uh oh sorry but I have to go back to my... business appointment... yeah honey, that's fantastic, that's ohhh... right!"
Completely dumbfounded, Mamoru stared at his phone. The idiot had moaned into the phone again briefly and then hung up.
"What's up?"
Yuichiro had just stolen Ryo's liquor bottle and was about to pour what felt like his tenth tequila for the day. Tonelessly Mamoru answered him
"He says you can't send it back. It was a gift and made especially for me, I could exchange the head if it doesn't fit me."
"Now he wants to behead Unazuki too, great!"
Motoki grabbed the tequila bottle from Yuichiro and took a big swig from it. He then passed it to Allan
"Yeah... But what am I supposed to do with the doll now?"
"We'll figure that out best tomorrow. For now, let's toast to your new chapter in life."
Resignedly, Mamoru looked at the nearly empty liquor bottle that Umino was now holding out to him with a wry grin.
Mamoru was quite perplexed right now. How on earth was he supposed to get rid of this sex doll? One thing was already clear to him, even if his brain slowly remembered that he was actually drunk as a skunk; if Usagi would discover this lifelike doll with the face of Unazuki and the name tag Randy Reika (the name was also tattooed in bold letters as tramp stamp above the huge silicone butt), there would certainly be no wedding. His explanation that she was a gift from a rich, boozy party boy from America - which she would also hear about now for the very first time - she would certainly not buy it.
No no! Mamoru had to get rid of the doll absolutely. Preferably tomorrow! He took the bottle, emptied it in three hearty draughts and turned back to his party. The night was still young, the worries about the doll suddenly became less and Mamoru began to enjoy the evening after all.
Tomorrow was another day.
It couldn't be that hard to get rid of a lifelike silicone doll...what could possibly go wrong?
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