What Even Is “Extra Credit” Supposed To Mean Here?
I’m not sure who’s naming these things, but “Zuki: Extra Credit Sex Doll” immediately made me imagine a teacher’s pet with a secret. Maybe that’s the point? Anyway, there she is—this life size silicone sex doll, all 5 feet 6 inches of her, staring back at you from your browser like she knows exactly what kind of day you’ve had. Or night. Whatever.
She’s supposed to be “extra credit,” but honestly, just moving her around my apartment felt like gym class. At 84 lbs (38 kg), Zuki is not for the faint of heart or weak of biceps. I remember thinking—shouldn’t there be some sort of warning label for people with tiny elevators or old backs? No such luck.
Details That Make You Wonder If Anyone Actually Measures These Things
Let’s get into the stats, since apparently that matters in this world: Bust at almost 32 inches, under bust a little over 25, waist barely more than two rulers stacked together (22 inches), and hips clocking in at just above three feet (36.2 inches).
And then… hole depth. I don’t know why this still cracks me up every time I see it on product pages. Vagina: 6.3 inches deep; anus: 5.1 inches deep (in case you’re keeping score at home). It feels weirdly clinical—like someone out there is measuring with a ruler and an uncomfortable expression.
Platinum Silicone & Steel Skeletons — Not Exactly Sci-Fi
The material is platinum silicone which, if you haven’t spent enough hours reading about life size sex dolls yet (lucky you), basically means it feels less like rubber chicken and more like... well, something between skin and memory foam? The steel skeleton thing sounds cool until you try to pose her arms in any way that doesn’t look like she’s mid-zombie movie.
Compared to what was available a few years ago, today's best silicone sex dolls are on a completely different level of realism.
Movable joints are nice though; I’ll give them that much credit even if they sometimes creak when you least expect it—like an old house settling.
Shipping Is Discreet But Your Imagination Won’t Be
Here’s something genuinely useful: the shipping box is plain as can be—no labels screaming “SEX DOLL INSIDE!” across your front porch. Free international shipping too, which is wild considering how heavy this thing is (seriously). Processing takes two to three weeks plus another week for actual delivery so… yeah, patience required.
I kept checking tracking updates compulsively because somehow waiting for a package like this makes time move differently than regular mail does.
She Looks Young But Don’t Worry—It Says 18+
The listing says the model is 18+ years old; they really want you to know that part. She looks young-ish though, tall with long legs and big breasts—which seems to be some algorithmic ideal somewhere between anime character and Instagram influencer filtered through an “asian” tag search.
Not my personal fantasy but hey—not judging anyone else’s browser history either.
Living With Zuki Is… Oddly Mundane After Day Two
First day? Surreal. You open the box half-expecting fanfare or maybe guilt-tripping music from nowhere. Instead: silence and bubble wrap—a lot of bubble wrap actually—and then suddenly you’re face-to-face with something eerily lifelike yet obviously not alive.
By day two she becomes furniture-adjacent—a presence in the corner wearing whatever hoodie was closest at hand because seeing her naked all the time starts feeling oddly impolite after awhile? Maybe that’s just me being neurotic again.
Sometimes You Just Want To Talk About The Weather Instead
There was one afternoon where I caught myself talking to Zuki about whether or not it would rain later—I wish I was making that up but no, sometimes loneliness sneaks up in weird ways when your roommate can be disassembled for cleaning purposes.
Anyway—this isn’t a love story or anything dramatic like that; owning a platinum silicone sex doll just ends up being another strange detail about adulthood nobody warns you about when you're younger and think grown-ups have their lives together.
Would I Recommend Her?
Eh…
If you want realism without conversation—and don’t mind waiting three weeks for delivery—it does what it says on the tin (or cardboard box). Just don’t expect enlightenment or romance unless your idea of intimacy involves steel joints and careful storage instructions taped inside a closet door somewhere out of sight from nosy guests.
Still thinking about whether extra credit ever actually mattered outside school anyway…
