Buzz—
Lynn's gaze instantly went vacant.
This kind of explosive and terrifying news was like a nuclear bomb being dropped into a fishpond, blasting out countless irradiated, cooked fish.
This probably wasn't information a disciple was supposed to know, right!
No way!
It can't be!
(ΩДΩ)!!
Teacher! I swear to you, I really didn't find out on purpose!
In my heart, you've always been a robust and invincible man!
"Wait a mont, let sort this out first!"
Lynn stretched out a hand, quickly regaining his composure, and struggled to calm his expression.
He imdiately called up in his mind the solutions the System had provided him for those symptoms.
"Emotion... extre point... blankness... suppression..."
Lynn captured those key words.
He frowned, brainstorming intensely.
"Madam, let ask one more question. Have you ever considered that lifting the curse inside you might not necessarily require h, but might just need an emotional trigger point? Do you think that's a possibility?"
The Doll Mistress sat down, crossing her arms over her chest, and said with closed eyes:
"Of course I've thought of that, but things aren't as simple as you imagine. To be honest with you, before I t your teacher, my original form was a wooden puppet entangled with curses."
Lynn was taken aback.
"And puppets have no emotions, no morals, no sha, no joy, and no sorrow. Or rather, it's not that they don't have them at all, but they are just very difficult to stimulate."
She opened her eyes, her voice becoming softer.
"And our lineage chose the gentlest thod: to find a trustworthy flesh-and-blood creature, gradually build bonds with them, then little by little, through interaction, draw out our own emotions, and finally, during h, have a complete outburst, thereby completing the transformation."
Her gaze was profound.
"Besides this thod, there are others, but they are all too cruel."
For example, through imnse tornt, making the puppet feel the most painful despair and resentnt—that could also complete the transformation.
Or, personally destroying everything she cares about right in front of her—her friends, her forr family, everything she loves and cherishes—amidst extre grief, she would also have a high probability of transforming.
Compared to these extre thods, completing the transformation amidst happiness is actually the best way.
Because for them during their puppet phase, the so-called h is actually a trigger for inner emotions. The deeper the emotional bond, the more happiness they can feel during h.
Lynn pondered.
"So that's how it is..."
Then he lifted his head and said deeply, "But it seems now that this thod isn't permanent either. At the very least, your curse hasn't been completely eradicated now."
The Doll Mistress said with closed eyes and a cold laugh, "For that, you'll have to ask your teacher."
Lynn: "..."
He thought.
Then he seriously lifted his head and said, "I suddenly thought of a question. If, during the puppet phase, due to special structures and so deep, mysterious reasons, you could only feel the happiness of h when emotions were triggered..."
Smack—
Lynn slapped his forehead in frustration.
Damn!
What am I even doing? Discussing how to h quietly behind my teacher and teacher's wife's backs in the dead of night like this—no matter how you think about it, it's just weird!
So embarrassing!
"And then?" The Doll Mistress waited curiously.
Lynn struggled to restrain the rhetoric in his heart, kept a straight face, and said calmly:
"But Teacher's Wife, you are no longer a puppet now, so doesn't that an you no longer need emotional triggers at all, right? Emotions triggered purely by the body should also be able to suppress that curse, shouldn't they?"
The Doll Mistress was startled.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Lynn stood up deeply, the outline of his collarbone clearly visible from his neckline.
The Doll Mistress stared blankly, looking Lynn up and down, her heart suddenly starting to pound wildly.
"H-how do we try?"
Could it be...
Has Bloodsaw's disciple suddenly beco enlightened? Does he really want to... with ...
This... this is too forbidden!
...
A few minutes later.
Potion Room.
Lynn stood calmly before the alchemy cauldron, slowly stirring the thick, bubbling liquid inside.
The Doll Mistress sat there with closed eyes, arms crossed, a look of disappointnt and displeasure on her face, a few black lines appearing above her head.
"It's potion-making?"
Lynn asked, puzzled, "What else?"
The Doll Mistress said with closed eyes, "I thought it was..."
[Ding! Doll Mistress's Affinity towards you -1]
Lynn looked utterly bewildered, a head full of "?"
No way, Teacher's Wife, you didn't really think I'd beco perverted enough to use my own body to help you suppress the curse, did you?
Forget whether Teacher would kill or not, even if I had the ability, I don't have the capital for that!
I can't just... my own...
"..."
It seems I actually could...
Lynn shook his head rapidly, dispelling the strange thoughts, then pulled out a small vial of potion from his robe, squinted, and poured it into the large cauldron.
Plop—
A wisp of pink smoke rose up, transforming into a heart shape.
[Passionate Succubus Perfu] x1
This was an item he had exchanged from the System shop last ti and never had a chance to use.
And now, it was finally coming in handy.
He quickly bottled the potion and sealed it.
Lynn turned around, looking at the Doll Mistress opposite him, and said calmly:
"Teacher's Wife, we can begin!"
...
More than ten minutes later.
Operating Table.
The Doll Mistress sat on the operating table in surprise, watching as Lynn raised the table and adjusted it into a semi-reclining position.
Then she saw Lynn use the handcuffs on the operating table to shackle her hands and feet.
"You play this wild?"
Lynn calmly adjusted his glasses and shook his head, "Madam, please don't say strange things randomly. This is a safety asure to prevent you from moving around."
Lynn squinted, picking up a syringe.
"And to prevent accidents, I will temporarily inject a certain dose of anesthetic into your limbs. But all of this is for the ultimate treatnt. Do you still wish to continue?"
The Doll Mistress hesitated, then said, "If it can suppress the curse, then whatever it takes."
Lynn nodded.
Then he placed the dozens of potions he had just brewed in front of her.
"Madam, drink these potions. If you can last until dawn, I guarantee the curse inside you will be suppressed significantly. But please rember, do not cry out too loudly."
The Doll Mistress looked at the pink potions and asked hesitantly:
"So what exactly is this dicine?"
Lynn took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Uh... I'll tell you after your curse is suppressed."
Because it's really hard to say it out loud!
After all, this was his first ti refining sothing like this;
he wasn't very skilled at it.
Gulp— Gulp—
A few minutes later, the Doll Mistress had drunk all the potions, and Lynn had also administered large doses of anesthetic to her arms and legs.
"All right."
Lynn walked calmly to the door, turning his head to look at the Doll Mistress lying on the operating table.
"The effects will kick in soon."
"But please rember, everything is a necessary sacrifice made to suppress the curse. Because I couldn't think of a better thod, I could only resort to this last resort."
"Madam, I believe you can endure it."
The Doll Mistress was astonished and was about to ask more when Lynn slamd the door shut with a bang.
Lynn quickly locked the operating room door, swiftly grabbed wooden planks and nails, nailed the door shut with several loud bangs, then rushed back to the attic, stuffed cotton balls in his ears, closed his eyes, and rested his mind.
Ti passed quickly.
About ten minutes later.
From the operating room downstairs, there imdiately ca...
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