"What's next?"
Lynn asked, holding his breath and focusing intently.
Hei Xianyue closed her eyes again, lowered her head, and parted her lips lightly, saying:
"Rotate clockwise, until it can no longer turn."
Lynn nodded, then took a deep breath, his expression returning to composure. He gripped the two fan-shaped ends of the winding key with both hands and said:
"Alright! I'm starting now."
With that.
Lynn forcefully grasped the winding key and abruptly began rotating it clockwise.
The sound of gears clicking and clacking reached his ears almost instantly, and the purple patterns on Miss Puppet's skin slowly lit up along with the rotation.
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack—
The shing of gears, the turning of machinery.
It carried a tallic clang reminiscent of the industrial era of steampunk.
Slowly rotating.
The quiet night.
The room was almost silent except for the sounds of gear shing and chanical turning.
Yet, what should have been the harsh, factory-like clang of tal, within this tranquil room, instead gave off an indescribable sense of gentleness.
The glow from the purple patterns on her skin illuminated her, rendering her back like the bud of a purple enchantress flower.
It was clearly a chanical puppet body devoid of any warmth.
Yet, Lynn gradually began to sense sothing strange.
A buzzing sensation.
As if so kind of fla was burning.
And at this mont, he finally understood why the Doll Mistress wore that confident and mysterious smile when she took out that "Puppet Handbook."
Because she was right.
The Miss Puppets of Doll Manor, without exception, were all beings possessing extre aesthetic beauty and near-perfect appearances. They lacked the seductive allure of devils or the captivating charm of succubi. What they had was only the ascetic restraint revealed by cold machinery and gears.
The flas within Lynn's body surged.
……
The silent night.
"Did your mother tamper with you sohow?"
Lynn asked hesitantly.
Once this thought surfaced, it imdiately occupied Lynn's mind.
He slowly suppressed the flas within him.
Because for a Miss Puppet he had only known for a day, even if influenced by his power, offering such minimal resistance was, no matter how you looked at it, an unreasonable occurrence.
And the hand that had just prevented his further actions displayed resistance and force so faint.
This ti, Hei Xianyue's calm voice finally ca through.
"According to the constraints of Special Directive 3 in the Employnt Agreent, when the master intends to engage in intimate contact with the puppet, the Seventh Doll is not permitted to possess the authority to resist or refuse."
Lynn: "..."
Hearing these words, the desire and flas that had just held the high ground within him were instantly doused with a bucket of cold water.
Because if what she said was true...
"So that ans..." Lynn said emptily, "The reason you didn't resist just now wasn't consent, but because you were bound by this directive?"
Hei Xianyue whispered softly, "Yes."
It was still an extrely concise statent devoid of any fluctuation.
But this sentence completely extinguished the flas within Lynn.
"But since there's this directive restriction, why were you still able to just now..."
Lynn inquired.
Hei Xianyue's gaze shifted from the corner of her eye toward him behind her, but she rely looked without any emotional fluctuation, still not uttering a word.
However, Lynn could roughly understand her aning from her eyes.
"You had to exert a great deal of willpower to barely defy the constraints of that directive on you, is that it?" he asked.
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