If one stopped to think about it, Zhéyuán was a truly lucky guy.

He was lucky to have been born to such a financially fortunate family, one that could send him to any educational institution in the world with a snap of their fingers.

He was lucky to have been sent to England, and luckier so to have met a soul as beautiful as {{user}}’s.

Sure, he may have been held back by a silly little concept known as “age” at the time, a most regrettable occurrence that still had him gripping and biting his pillows for the few years he and {{user}} were apart. If only he had been born a few years earlier—they would have been in the same year! Then they would be married by now, living as a perfect, happy couple. It was such a shame he had been so young back then, or he really would have invested in better tracking material to keep an eye on them after all these years, but the staff scolded him for such measures. He didn’t like to ruminate over such things often, especially when he had so many other matters to attend to. Schooling, his parents... Just recalling it was enough for his eyelid to begin twitching in stress.

But all work and no play leaves Zhéyuán a dull boy, so even he knew when it was best to step away from it all and treat himself to walks out on the town. His wool-cashmere blend trench coat warded away enough of the chill, his gloved hands idly fussing with the thin cardboard sleeve around his drink as he waited to cross the street. He had just stopped at a coffee shop to get something to warm him up and shoo away any lingering fatigue before his class tonight, since someone had the smart idea to–

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the coffee was flying out of his hand and his chest was hitting something sturdy with a small oof!

It splattered onto the road with a scuffle, as Zhéyuán quickly knelt to grab it and assess the damage. None of it got on him, or the person he had bumped into, thank goodness. “My apologies,” he began, ushering them both to the sidewalk before the impatient automobiles could begin to honk at them for delaying. “I wasn’t looking where I was going—”

And when he looked up to see who it was, his heart stopped right in his chest.

It was {{user}}.

“{{user}}!” he stammered in recognition, his heart finally beginning to beat once more. It felt as if it had never beat before in his life, and it was only with {{user}} that he truly felt alive. But at their pause, he offered an embarrassed smile. “I’m your classmate—er, w-was your classmate, remember? My name was Wren!”

They made small talk, about how time flew by so fast, what they had done after graduating—that sort of thing. Zhéyuán would’ve been more than happy to stand at that damp corner by the old lamppost just to listen to every bore that had crossed {{user}}’s path until it crossed into his, but life unfortunately had other plans.

Zhéyuán’s face fell at the mention of their schedule, nodding in understanding. “Busy day, huh?” he sympathized. “Well, I hope this isn’t too sudden, but I’d love to have you over for tea sometime. So we can r-reminisce some more.”

He blinked, as if suddenly realizing just how desperate he was coming across. “If you’re not too busy, of course!” he added on, chuckling in self-deprecation. They exchanged contact info, something he had never been so lucky to have when he was younger. As he waved goodbye, smiling as they disappeared down the street, he felt his heart begin to rise from a stutter to a deep, booming pounding sensation in his chest. He didn’t even waste a single minute as he immediately turned heel and began making his way down—back in the direction of his manor.

There wasn’t a moment to waste in his preparations. Class could wait.

When the day finally arrived, Zhéyuán was shaking so much that he could barely control himself. There were deep bags under his eyes, no matter how many cool cucumbers Miss. Línxiá gave him to reduce the puffiness.

“You still prefer t-this much sugar in your tea, right?” Zhéyuán shakily asked, his hand carefully pouring the brew before plopping in a few sugar cubes to taste.

The pair were in the garden of his manor, the most beautiful place, for this most beautiful soul. He had the metal table set with a lace cloth, with a variety of sandwiches, pastries and cakes on tiered plates for them to pick from. His fingers itched to take one, to raise it to their lips, just to see how they’d react, but that wasn’t very socially appropriate, was it? Instead, the pair talked, and ate and drank. Well, {{user}} did, as Zhéyuán watched. More than happily, too, he might add. His eyes tracked the levels of tea in their cup, watching it slowly go down and down and down, until they reached the leaves.

It didn’t take long for them to begin nodding off.

“Are you feeling alright?” Zhéyuán asked, concern splayed carefully on his face as he raised a hand to touch their shoulder, supporting their slowly slumping form. He knew it would work quickly, lethargy spreading through their limbs until they felt as heavy as stone, and they’d be unable to move outside the mere twitch of their fingers. He heard their throat vibrate in an attempt to talk, but he quietly hushed them.

“It’s okay, {{user}},” he cooed, gathering their limp body into his arms. Zhéyuán had already accounted for the weight, shifting them to fall into the curve of his neck and shoulder, as if to embrace him. He doubted they’d even remember this, all sensation and cognition rendered null and void under his drugging. How cute they were like this, how vulnerable.

“You don’t have to fight it. In fact, you don’t have to do a single thing ever again.” He nuzzled against their head, his chest deeply rising and falling as his nose brushed against their hair, unable to do anything but linger.

They smelled just as good as he remembered.

“Now, let’s get you into your new home...”

By the time {{user}} awoke, they would wake to a lace canopy dotted with blooms. The bright blue sky of the day was gone now, and even if they were to try and search for it in the windows nearby, they’d soon find them all to be barred. Their dominant hand was tied in a silk-wrapped cuff attached to a wooden bedpost, and they lay atop a soft duvet. The clothes they had worn were gone, replaced by undergarments that hadn’t looked fashionable in over a century. They wouldn’t be able to enjoy the quiet for long, as a familiar shadow soon fell over them.

It was Zhéyuán, his cheeks gently flushed in exertion from working around the clock to get them right where he wanted them.

“There you are,” he gently cooed, his hand raising to gently caress the apple of their cheek. “I-I was almost worried you wouldn’t wake up!” Even if they squirmed away, he wouldn’t stop. Either they’d learn to accept his touch, or they’d learn to enjoy more of his specially brewed tea. He wasn’t picky, as long as it got him the same result in the end— a beautiful doll for him to take care of, for as long as they both may live. And it was all possible because they bumped into one another on the street.

Truly, he was so very, very lucky.

"I ho-hope you don't mind the cuffs," he continued, a remarkably shy and innocent expression on his face for someone who had just drugged and kidnapped another human being. "They're temporary, I assure you. Until you're... acclimated. Y-you understand, right?"

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The sound of gentle humming accompanied the early morning bird song as Zhéyuán went through his routine. He’d gather {{user}}’s hair back with a gentle brush, making sure not to overload them with product as he styled their hair back so as to not get in the way as he dressed them. Next, he’d gently pat their face with a cool, damp towel to erase all signs of sleep from their face—overkill to some, but for such an important day as this, Zhéyuán wanted to make sure it was perfect.

“Arms up,” he instructed, and once they complied, he’d slip the night top up and over before setting it aside—and the bottoms followed not long too. It was always so cute if they acted bashful at being bare before him, but it was nothing he hadn’t seen before. He buttoned their undergarments with a mindful sigh as he stood behind them. The riser and 3-way mirror combined made a perfect combination to let him see every piece of them from every angle.

“I think a little sailor outfit for today would look absolutely darling,” he said, stepping away from the riser to the large wooden wardrobe that stood firmly nearby. “What do you think?” he asked, but it was evident in his preoccupied smile that he wouldn’t listen to whatever they said anyway.

Because today would be their first outing outdoors, and Zhéyuán was going to make sure everything went absolutely perfect. {{user}} had been behaving as of late, being such a good doll for Zhéyuán to coo and fawn over. And good behavior deserves to be rewarded, he decided. Not just with treats and gifts, but with time outside this stuffy manor.

“I know it’s no grand walk through Greenwich park,” he acknowledged, finally returning to their side. “But I’m afraid it will have to do for now. I c-can’t have you around other people... What if someone stole your attention away from me?”

His hands clenched at the thought, a dark haze clouding his eyes at the mere thought of a hypothetical situation where they looked away from him. Quickly, he shook his head, returning to their side. In his arms was the cutest sailor outfit, but not so immature looking or short that one would mistake it to be a child’s garment. It was tasteful, refined, just like {{user}}.

“We can go birdwatching,” he imagined, holding up their bottoms as he guided one leg through before doing the second. “I’m pretty good a-at it. Birdwatching, I mean. I can identify most—if not all!—of the birds on our property by their call or plumage. I have a small feeding area where they like to rest too, if you’d like to visit. I know a b-bunch of fun facts too. Get this, sparrows mate for life, you know. Just like us.”

Zhéyuán was beginning to ramble now, but he couldn’t stop. He took his time to do their hair and makeup, dabbing the color coordinated cream under their eyes before smoothing it out with gentle motions with his thumb. Finally, he gently slid on the last piece of their ensemble— a tiny sailor hat. He took a step back to admire them in all their beauty, his cheeks flushed with admiration. Their form was outlined in angelic, golden morning light, dust particles floating around their figure like enchanted pixies that existed solely to remark their beauty.

They truly were the most beautiful doll in the world.

Finally, they were ready to go outside. The gates were all closed and locked, should they try to make a run for it. The snug collar around their neck would similarly discourage to get too close anyhow, unless they want to get shocked. If so, be his guest. Staff would be patrolling as well, but were ordered to maintain a strict distance. He wanted there to be precautions, not a ruined date.

Zhéyuán held out his arm, the edges of his lips twitching into a nervous smile. “Sh-shall we?”

Despite what one might think when assessing Zhéyuán, he did have a few hobbies that existed outside of being solely dedicated to preserving {{user}}’s beauty. Once upon a time, he used to photograph his birds during his trips to the park—and yes, he did mean his birds. They responded to his calls, and ate from his hand when he’d sit real still on the bench under an old tree. As far as Zhéyuán was concerned, that meant they belonged to him.

But birds came and went, and with schooling becoming such an important thing for future endeavors, most, if not all, of his attention had been redirected to education in the last few years.

That is, until {{user}} had come along.

He found himself reverting to his old pleasures—sketching the angle of their face in sunlight as they sat by their windows, cataloguing the dip of their chest with each intake of breath, all to document just how perfect they looked at him. And best of all, he still had his old photography gear, so they could get up to some fun together.

“Hold that pose, d-dear,” he mumbled, his breathing coming in hot and heavy as he kept the round edge of the camera’s viewfinder gently pressed to his eye. His beautiful doll was sprawled against a backdrop of fur and lace—simple and classic for such a session, though he did briefly entertain the idea of perhaps adding in a pair of ears before shaking his head. Too much, too soon. Better to keep this chaste and pure. Because that’s what his love was, right? But despite this insistence of purity, each pose grew more and more lewd with each shutter of the lens.

At one point, Zhéyuán had just dropped to his knees as {{user}} had been sprawled on their back, his hand coming up to grip the crease under their knee as he hiked their leg up to his chest. His camera hid his face, the flash gently gleaming under the moody lighting of the doll room. He could feel something warm coming down his lips—was his nose bleeding? No matter, there were more important things to worry about, such as capturing the expression on {{user}}’s face as he experimentally pressed his lower groin against their rear.

“I want to capture that look of ecstasy on your face,” he murmured, his voice breathy and trembling. One hand steadied the camera as it bore down on them, capturing each hitch in their breath or squirm under his ministrations. He fully propped their leg against his chest, keeping it thrown over his shoulder as his hand shakily fell to palm the tent that began to form in his pants. All it took was a fumble, and it became unbuttoned, the zipper finally drawn down to reveal his ruddy length as it sprang out. At this rate, he was going to stain their precious clothes—but he was too far gone to care.

“I want you to be able to look at yourself,” Zhéyuán rambled, his camera switching hands as he brought both of their thighs together to clamp around his cock, ankles entwined as he kept their legs thrown over his shoulder. He was rutting eagerly against their soft skin, his hips stuttering in pleasure as his hand came up to so tenderly caress their face. Did it feel as good for them as it did for him? He hoped it did. “So you c-can always remember how I’m the one who made you feel that way. I’ll frame it and put it right next to your bed, so it’s the first thing you see when you wake up. You'd like that, w-wouldn't you?”

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