Chapter 38: Octopus and Doll

The Old Man glared, looking at Ye Kui’s “stubbornness,” and hurriedly said, “This… Professor Ye, this doll is pretty dirty. I know where to find a clean one. Next time, I’ll get one for you!”

Ye Kui:

“No, I want Shirley.”

Old Man: ?

Seeing the Old Man’s puzzled expression, Ye Kui explained,

“This doll, I named her Shirley. Does it sound nice?”

“Sylvia Shirley.”

The name of the supporting female doll character was quite good, and now he wanted to steal it.

The Old Man looked at Ye Kui’s persistence and continued to try to persuade him earnestly.

“Professor Ye, who knows how many experiments this doll has been through? It’s all worn out, and who knows what viruses it has… If something happens to Professor Ye, it would be a great loss to the alchemy world.”

“And besides, Professor Ye, a broken doll like this can’t satisfy your virility. We have better dolls, specially designed for that kind of service, soft flesh, not some unknown monster inside…”

Ye Kui glanced at Shirley.

She had buried her head between her knees, trying to curl up as much as possible, trembling slightly.

Was she scared? Or sad?

She seemed to sense Ye Kui’s gaze, slowly raised her head, and looked at him.

A tear hung from the corner of her eye, filled with pity, as if silently begging him, pleading with her master not to abandon her.

She was obedient, easy to take care of, didn’t need food, could work endlessly, could help her master wash clothes, cook, and warm the bed…

Ye Kui shook his head.

Why did dirty thoughts pop into his mind whenever he looked at her?

Maybe he was just hungry.

“I only want her.”

“Fine… fine then.”

Seeing Ye Kui’s determination, the Old Man could only sigh inwardly.

As expected, there’s a thin line between genius and madness.

Geniuses always have quirks ordinary people can’t understand.

They don’t want the good ones, but the broken ones.

Finally, the Old Man reminded him,”Be sure to take proper protective measures!”

Ye Kui:……

Ye Kui could clearly feel the subtle gazes of the dozen young people who had followed behind the Old Man, all staring at him.

Some looked at him like a hero, others like a pervert.

But a few had strange looks in their eyes—envy and malice directed at him.

Those few thought they hid it well.

They were the ones who had left a bad impression on Ye Kui at the beginning.

When they first saw Ye Kui, they didn’t think much, assumed he was just tagging along, and tossed out a harsh word.

But they hadn’t expected his abilities to be so strong.

They were weak and narrow-minded, so they were very jealous of Ye Kui.

But now, with Ye Kui in a higher position, for the sake of their own futures, they could only put on fake smiles and pretend to get along with him.

For the past three days, the more they thought about it, the more annoyed they felt, unable to sleep.

Now, looking at Ye Kui’s face, the suppressed anger burned hotter and hotter inside.

They wanted to rush over and take Ye Kui down, but a sliver of reason remained, warning them.

Try it and you’ll die.

They were so frustrated they scanned the area, glancing at the doll girl in the corner, and suddenly froze.

In their memories, that doll had always silently endured their bullying, never resisting, only bearing it quietly.

But now, she was smiling.

Her gaze was calm, eyes unwavering, the corners of her mouth curled up into a strange arc, filled with mockery.

What was she smiling at?

That sudden jolt!

Their blood pressure spiked, temples throbbing, eyes turning red.

They clenched their fists tightly, trembling with rage, but that last sliver of reason held them back, like the final straw that would break the camel’s back—but that straw would never fall.

This doll… was really an eyesore!

Shirley began to chew with her small mouth.

As a Cursed Doll, even if she did nothing, her mere existence was a source of disaster.

It easily stirred up malice in people’s hearts.

She chewed on their reason, making herself even more perfect.

Her perfect side was reserved only for her master.

—

An hour later

Everyone had left.

In the office.

Ye Kui prepared to feed Zina.

Ye Kui knew Zina was different from ordinary octopuses, probably about to evolve.

This Beast Meat contained rich life essence that could speed up her evolution.

This was another reason Ye Kui stayed with the Genesis Organization.

After all, there was a free buffet; he didn’t have to work hard.

Ye Kui took a sip of goji tea and then noticed the small knife on the table had disappeared.

“Hm? Where’s my knife?”

Ye Kui looked at Zina in confusion.

Zina waved her pink tentacles, indicating she didn’t know~

Below her mouthparts, a tiny fragment of metal fell.

“Forget it, if there’s no knife, I’ll just tear it by hand.”

Zina nodded frantically!

Ye Kui smiled, his gaze falling on the bloody raw meat.

He touched the fine scales on the outside—pretty nice, delicate and smooth.

It felt a bit like sea beast.

Ye Kui tore off a small strip of meat and held it out to Zina.

Zina couldn’t wait—she swallowed it along with Ye Kui’s finger.

Soft tentacles wrapped around his wrist, wriggling slowly in circles, suction cups oozing crystal-clear slime, making Ye Kui’s entire hand wet and sticky.

The fluid dripped onto the floor, the pool of slime gradually growing.

Zina ate slowly, and only after a while did she spit Ye Kui’s finger out.

Ye Kui looked at his finger—it was a bit pale and wrinkled.

Zina waved her tentacles.

Master, more~

Her eyes weren’t on the Beast Meat, but fixated on Ye Kui’s fingers, with a sly glint.

For Zina, this Beast Meat wasn’t much use—it was too low-grade.

She was already a top predator of the deep sea, the master of great terrors.

So, more than meat, Zina wanted to eat Ye Kui’s fingers!

Even holding them for a second made her feel like she was floating in bliss—the master’s taste was eternally addictive.

“Alright, don’t rush.”

Ye Kui saw Zina’s happy appearance—it seemed she really liked this Beast Meat.

Then eat a bit more.

As expected, other people’s things taste the best.

But Zina ate a bit slowly.

Each time, Zina would swallow his fingers along with the meat, soft inner flesh squeezing them, rows of tiny teeth scraping over his skin.

Zina was careful, never hurting him, but… Ye Kui felt a strange tingling numbness.

Ye Kui found that, after a few rounds, his fingers were a bit swollen.

Ye Kui sighed softly.

“Zina, be more careful next time. Don’t swallow my fingers…”

Ah woo~

Another big bite, swallowing both the meat and Ye Kui’s fingers together.

Zina indicated she understood.

But she didn’t listen.

Zina, of course, didn’t forget to show off—her eyes turned, glancing toward the corner in triumph.

Someone could only watch and couldn’t eat—how pitiful~

The dual satisfaction of mind and taste made Zina even more dizzy with happiness.

Then, under Ye Kui’s bewildered gaze, Zina began to sway her head.

By the time Zina realized she’d fallen for the doll’s trap, it was too late—her body was out of control.

Ye Kui frowned.

Was there alcohol in this meat?

Ye Kui watched as Zina wobbled.

Clearly, she couldn’t eat anymore.

He placed her on the table, tore off a bit of meat, and absentmindedly put it in his mouth.

Aside from being a bit fishy, there was no alcohol taste.

At that moment, a shadow fell in front, a faint fragrance drifting over.

Ye Kui looked up.

He saw the doll, who should have been crouched in the corner, standing before him.

Her pale hands grabbed his wrist and gently pulled his finger, still in his mouth, out.

Then, she placed it into her own mouth.

Ye Kui: ?