Chapter 36: I found this doll

However, there was one thing that puzzled Ye Kui.

He looked down at the doorway.

He remembered locking the door.

Suddenly, Ye Kui felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

Looking down, he found a pink little octopus, relentlessly “whipping” his wrist with its tentacles.

Crimson marks mixed with shimmering slime.

In its eyes was a look of grievance, as if accusing him—why had he ignored it?

Ye Kui felt a bit dazed.

So…why had he overlooked Zina?

Ye Kui couldn’t figure it out.

Zina glanced at the Doll Girl curled up in the corner, her red eyes meeting his.

Ripples stirred within, malice and mockery spreading.

Zina was certain now.

It was that bastard!

She had thought it was just her imagination, but that condescending gaze, like looking at some weakling, was unmistakably that proud Doll!

Why is Xue Li here?

This isn’t right!

Zina had a bold guess, but she desperately wished it were false.

But now, all signs pointed to the truth—the person before her, like herself, carried memories.

And harbored an unspeakable longing for her master.

But the other party was good at pretending, hiding it well, yet Zina’s eyes could not be deceived.

The greedy desire in the Doll Girl’s eyes, yearning to serve her master, was identical to her own.

The scent of a kindred spirit!

Damn it!

The master was no longer hers alone!

Zina was wary of Xue Li.

That Doll symbolized misfortune, cursed allure, every appearance bringing bloodshed, stealing sanity, and igniting battles of possession!

Zina still remembered, when Ye Kui had “picked” the other up, she lay in a pool of blood, eyes dull and empty, body filthy.

It was Ye Kui who patched her up, placing his own light into her eyes, reigniting them.

Her pride, her nobility… all born from him.

The Doll’s entire being was reshaped because of Ye Kui.

The more Zina thought about it, the heavier her heart grew.

An even more formidable heavyweight than herself.

Ye Kui gently patted Zina’s soft, pink little head with his finger.

He knew his little octopus was terribly jealous.

Besides, he really had neglected her just now.

“Zina, be good, I…”

Before Ye Kui could finish, a pink tentacle wrapped around his finger, secretly coiling a few times, then pulled itself into his palm.

With Ye Kui confused, it tugged at his finger, signaling him to raise it higher.

Ye Kui looked at Zina in his palm and subconsciously lifted his hand.

Pak!

Zina leapt, clinging to half his face, precisely targeting his lips, rubbing continuously!

Transparent slime spread in a mess, filled with her scent, thoroughly staining Ye Kui!

Ye Kui: ?

Crack!

Ye Kui heard something shatter and turned his head on reflex.

In the corner, the Doll Girl had a severed finger in her mouth.

As her lips loosened, it dropped to the floor with a soft thud, the pristine broken finger marked with a faint pink lip print.

Her right hand, missing a finger, rested on her knee, palm limp as if boneless.

The Doll Girl gazed at him, silent, radiating a pitiful aura as if abandoned by the world.

The presence was so strong, even he felt its impact.

Ye Kui waved at her, signaling to come over.

The Doll Girl saw and got up, moving step by step toward him.

Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she toppled onto Ye Kui.

Her hand happened to grab the pink little octopus stuck to Ye Kui’s face, pulling it off.

She slapped it onto the table.

In a blink, it was flattened into an octopus pancake.

[Master, I didn’t mean to!]

The frantic words dancing on the small wooden sign declared her inner panic.

She picked up the little octopus and held it out to Ye Kui.

[But Master, I protected Zina well.]

Ye Kui looked closely.

Zina lay in her palm, motionless—just passed out.

Ye Kui took Zina and gently placed her on the table beside him.

The Doll Girl’s face was expressionless, but her hands gripped her skirt tightly, almost tearing it—clear signs of unease.

On the surface, she looked calm as ever, but in reality, it was far from so.

The contrast made Ye Kui’s head spin a little.

No wonder he’d spent the past three days gradually remodeling her.

Ye Kui found the Doll Girl quite interesting.

He liked this kind of nurturing feeling.

Only revealing emotional fluctuations in front of him…

Just thinking about it, a strange sense of satisfied vanity surged in him.

“Hand. Give it here.”

The Doll Girl lowered her eyes and extended her hand with the severed finger.

In her palm, her ring finger curled around the broken digit.

Ye Kui took the severed finger and felt it—it was quite delicate.

Suddenly, Ye Kui noticed a flush on her cheeks.

This Doll Girl… seemed to have some sensitivity to her own broken finger.

Ye Kui felt like he’d discovered a new continent.

Excited, he stroked it a few more times.

Her pretty face grew even redder, and her eyes became misty.

This situation… was exactly like that doll companion he’d raised in his game.

A thought flashed through Ye Kui’s mind.

Since he’d already raised an octopus, raising a doll as well… didn’t seem like a problem.

Besides, this doll didn’t need to be fed, could take care of herself, would move closer to him when lonely, knew to run home in the rain, and wouldn’t randomly pick things off the ground to eat…

A pretty perfect pet, wasn’t it?

As Ye Kui mulled it over, his fingertips unconsciously traced the fine cracks on the severed finger, feeling the slight roughness.

Ye Kui didn’t notice the Doll Girl’s body trembling, or how she subtly pressed her thighs together.

Returning to his senses, Ye Kui glanced at his hand.

He was still playing with her finger—right in front of her.

A bit perverted, perhaps.

Ye Kui cleared his throat, then extended his index finger, scraping it across his teeth.

A thin trickle of blood flowed.

It didn’t disperse, forming a slender red thread that wrapped delicately around the severed finger, attaching it back to the Doll Girl.

The blood line merged in, and the wound vanished.

The Doll Girl flexed her finger, finding it nimble and whole.

[Master, amazing.]

For an alchemist like him, repairing an alchemy doll was second nature.

Of course, Ye Kui had his own little schemes.

He thought this doll was nice and wanted to abduct—cough, “pick” her up and take her home.

So, using his own blood was a way of marking her.

He really was bad.

Wanted to pick up everything.

No one cherished this doll, so he would.

Ye Kui secretly rejoiced.

Unaware, his little ploys were all captured in those beautiful red eyes.

The girl’s lips curved silently, the arc a bit twisted, eerie…

Her features were beautiful, but the smile sent chills down his spine.

She forced herself to suppress it, controlling the muscles in her face as tiny cracks appeared.

Her mind overflowed with blasphemous thoughts.

Her eyes were dazed, filled with the desire to devour.

Master… truly adorable~

It seems… it seems…

“Mm, all fixed… mm?”

Ye Kui looked up to find her face alarmingly close, her gentle breath carrying a sweet fragrance that brushed his cheek.

Less than an inch apart, her pale pink lips looked plump and moist.

Ye Kui instinctively leaned back.

“What is it?”

The Doll Girl paused, then pulled back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She raised her small wooden sign.

Her cold composure returned.

[Thank you, Master.]

[Master is so good to me.]

[Even helps sew my broken finger.]

[Master is different from those others. They’re bad, Master is good!]

[I love Master the most!]

The words on the sign jumped with urgency, fiery and fierce.

Being praised so fiercely, Ye Kui couldn’t help but smile.

His heart and eyes were filled with his little doll.

Absolutely wonderful.

This trip to the Creation Organization was totally worth it!