Hypnos and Figs

Lin Jia Ji, 30 years old, female.

An uptight bank manager, with her crisp tailored skirt, glasses that once worn – kept people at a distance – and an indescribable aura as she walked, Lin Jia Ji was a senior that commanded the admiration and respect of the younger workers.

“Manager Lin?” Her co-workers discussed privately, “She is the kind of person who doesn’t need a personal life at all and dedicates her life to her career; a role model for our generation.”

Lin Jia Ji returned home and entered the combination lock on the door, revealing three walls full of models and figurines.

Using one of the walls as a background, she took a photo of her newly acquired figurine.
She then posted it on her account with the caption: “Wan Dai cut corners again.”

Lin Jia Ji, nicknamed Hypnos, is a model and figurines assembler—referred to as Jiao Lao in the community.

When she refreshed the page again, a row of comments appeared: “Hypnos, a role model for our generation!” “I’m new here, this H God must be a rich second-generation who doesn’t need to work, right?” “That’s right, brother, you need at least three gold mines in the family to engage in the hobby.”

In order to maintain her privacy as much as possible, Lin Jia Ji registered herself as a male on the site.

Hypnos is the God of sleep in ancient Greek mythology, and was also written into the Cthulhu myth by Lovecraft.
Those who are not experienced and older may not necessarily understand her nickname. 

The first eighteen years of her life, Lin Jia Ji was a walking corpse whose sole purpose was to memorise problems and solutions for school, and there was nothing that took precedence over school.

Only after she started college, under the influence of a roommate, did she unlocked a new world.

Now that she has graduated for ten years, she occasionally still sees her roommate jumping up and down in the comments when posting pictures.
However, even her roommates didn’t know who Hypnos really is.

Lin Jia Ji happens to have no interest in falling in love, and is more than  happy to make people around her think that she is a workaholic with no life.
After all, “dedicating your life to a career” sounds much better than “dedicating your life to toys.”

But she is not young anymore, and her parents still grumbles occasionally, though their tone is not intense.
They just say intentionally or unintentionally, “I don’t know if I can ever see you with a boyfriend before I die.”

The years when they would quarrel fiercely and bicker had long passed, and now they have lowered the standard from worrying about having grandsons to “just fall in love, even if it’s not fruitful, we’ll be okay with it.”

As for Lin Jia Ji, she gradually became tired from resisting ferociously, and began to understand her parents’ worries.

She made up her mind to have at least one relationship before her birthday this year, just so that she could let her parents know that she did work hard.

It just so happened that the bank had a new project to cooperate with a well-known corporation, and Lin Jia Ji led the team to the meeting.
The project leader of the other party could very well be the male version of her: a crisp suit, cold thin-rimmed glasses, and lack of expressions except for occasional professional smiles.
With formalities done away in the first three sentences, they got to the point by the fourth sentence.
After the meeting, he turned around and left, as though the people in the room were not his colleagues and partners, leaving behind a gust of cold wind.

Fei Ge, thirty years old, male.

Lin Jia Ji heard his subordinates mutter, “What a robot.”

Lin Jia Ji’s spectacle lenses flashed.

Lin Jia Ji added Fei Ge’s WeChat account for work.

In fact, in the past month, she has sorted out the possible “dateable” candidates.
Fei Ge is by far, the best option that also aligns with her personal standards.
He really resembled the figurines on her table – no movements, no expressions.

So, in the evening, when Lin Jia Ji sent greetings to possible candidates in batches according to the procedures she had drawn up, she specially added an emoji package just for Fei Ge.

Note that this emoji is a fluffy bunny – Lin Jia Ji will never let anyone see through her true hobby from any angle.

To her surprise, Fei Ge actually replied.
The contents of the reply however, is official: “Good work with today’s meeting, I’m looking forward to your cooperation in the future.”

Lin Jia Ji sent another emoji, feeling that tonight’s task was completed.
So she jumped to log into her figurine account, and like a monarch patrolling their territory, she glanced briefly at her believers who lined up to worship.

One of the highly praised comments caught her attention: “Ah! This is too beautiful, is God H actually a ​God? I’m going to burst into tears of passion.
Can I ask for permission to paint a picture for them?”

This comment exploded.

“Are eyes deceiving me, did I just see Mrs.
Fig with God H?”

“Missus! Looking forward to your drawings!”

Someone also reminded her: “This person draws BL, will God H mind?”

Lin Jia Ji clicked on her account and when she looked at it, she went blind.

The first picture alone was two Gundams 69-ing.

As she swiped down further, the drawings ranged from normal human fetishes, a blonde priest with a black-haired prince, to the fetishes that bordered on “normal” fetishes, such as a dragon with a Gundam; anything you thought of, it had.
The only thing they have in common is that… they were all pretty… provocative.

Weirdly well drawn, she thought.

She replied calmly: “Okay, draw as much as you like.” She then clicked “follow”.

Figs went mad.

She started a private message bombardment: “God H! The light of my life! The fire of desire! I have never seen a robot with more allure than in the photos of God H!”

Lin Jia Ji: “?”

She politely replied, “Allure…?”

Figs: “This delicate reflection, this expression of undercurrents surging in indifference, it’s only an object but the close-up of the curvy waist!”

Lin Jia Ji fell silent.

Figs seems to be aware of her excitement, so he carefully made up for it.
“God H, did I offend you? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just want to express my love for beauty.
TuT.”

In fact, during the five minutes of silence, Lin Jia Ji kept looking at the photo and tried to appreciate the curvature of its waist.

She understood.

But she didn’t want to understand so quickly, it seemed rather uncool and suspicious.

So she replied, “I don’t understand, but I respect it.”