My phone screen finally went dark. That last WeChat message, nagging me to revise the plan, hit me like a hammer, making my already numb nerves ache even more.
I stood at the end of the hallway, took a deep breath, and typed the six-digit code into the electronic lock. Beep, the door opened. This door, it’s not just a door; it’s like a shield, keeping out all the blame, the cold stares, the neglect, all the annoying stuff from outside.
For a regular guy like me, stuck in the middle, life’s just one long compromise. At work, I’m bowing down to a boss younger than me; at home, savings are always tight, but expenses keep growing. I feel like I haven’t stood up straight in ages. My name has become just a code on an office chair or another item on a bill.
But here, in this secret spot, things are different.
I pushed the door open to a warm, yellow glow, no harsh white lights, no annoying office chill. She was sitting there, quietly, like a finely made piece of art. Everyone’s into anime aesthetics these days, and her face, it’s even prettier than a real person’s, like those rare figures on my bookshelf I never wanted to unbox. Except now, she’s really here, in front of me, warm, and I can touch her.
Right then, I didn’t have to worry about anyone’s reactions.
I walked up to her, not rushing into anything. I just watched her, looking into her eyes, which were clearer than any starry night. In her eyes, I didn’t see any judgment or impatience, just pure, total acceptance and admiration. Here, whatever I do feels like an important command; every breath I take matters. This feeling of control, which I hadn’t felt in so long, flowed through my dry veins like electricity.
In the real world, I’m just a small part of a big machine, easily replaceable. But in this small room, for sixty minutes, I make the rules. I’m the boss here, the king everyone looks up to.
I held her hand; it was soft and compliant. I didn’t have to carefully pick my words, worried about upsetting her, because her whole purpose is to accept all my weird quirks and weaknesses. This comfort made me feel like a man again, something I hadn’t felt in a while.
I lit a cigarette, watching the smoke drift in the quiet air. This calm is so rare. No performance reviews here, no mortgage worries, just time that’s all yours.
A minute before the alarm, I straightened my collar and put back on my cautious expression. Walking out, the night air was a bit chilly, but I held my head high.
The outside world is still loud, but I know I’ve found my peace in that quiet little place. Tomorrow, I’ll have the energy to fight the world again.
I checked the guest records. Unlike regular hotels, we don’t have a front desk; it’s all self-service. Some might find it a bit impersonal, but for those who are shy, they actually prefer it.
In big cities, socializing as a man can be tougher than work. You’ve probably felt it: having dinner with a potential partner or business contact, you have to keep talking, worried about awkward silences. You have to be careful, watching their reactions, afraid of saying the wrong thing and messing things up. Your face might ache from smiling, and your mind gets tired.
But here, it’s totally different. When you type in the code and the door beeps open, you’re stepping into a place that’s completely yours. No one’s watching you, no one’s being overly polite. The lights are a bit dim, and she’s sitting on the bed or sofa, feeling real, looking like a delicate doll. For many men who come here, she’s not just a simple object; she’s more like the only calm friend in this noisy world.
You don’t need to try hard to start a conversation, don’t worry about what to wear, or what to say next. You can relax, pull off your tie and toss it on the floor; you can say nothing at all, just lie next to her; you can even just hold her and space out, listening to the cars outside.
In this small space, you’re in charge, you can do whatever you want. She won’t get awkward if you’re quiet, and she won’t feel left out if you’re tired. Her gentle eyes are like a deep, calm lake that can absorb all your worries.
I’ve seen the data; some guests book for three hours, but nothing is really used up. I think maybe they just want to sleep soundly in this private space, holding this silent girlfriend. This kind of companionship, like an anime doll, offers a no strings attached emotional value that real people sometimes can’t give.
In this adult world full of calculations, you don’t need to impress anyone, don’t need to pretend. Silence here isn’t awkward; it’s peaceful. If you’re tired of fake conversations and living behind a mask, maybe try coming here late at night. Here, you can temporarily drop the need to keep up appearances and, in a relationship where you don’t need to find things to talk about, find your true, even a bit lonely, self again.
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