The Triplets in the Display Case

In the small, pitch-black room, the exquisitely beautiful youth stood in place with a look of utter confusion, appearing as if he didn’t understand why the light had suddenly died.

With a sharp clack, the door slammed shut.

Startled, the youth instinctively let go of the handle of the small cart.

He realized belatedly that the flickering of the orange lamp probably wasn’t a coincidence; it was interference from a supernatural element.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be such a perfect coincidence to extinguish exactly after he entered, followed by the door locking itself.

Perhaps the resentful dolls hated him so much they had teamed up with a malevolent ghost.

Every detail unfolding here was perfectly aligned with a horror movie plot!

According to the logic of such films, the next step would likely be a terrifying ghost jumping out to pat his shoulder, scaring the life force right out of him.

He wasn’t afraid of a ghost draining his energy, but he was terrified of being jumped.

Thinking of this, Ye Shengge’s body went rigid.

His nerves were stretched to the breaking point, as if he might crumble at any second.

No matter how many times he mentally prepared himself or rehearsed being scared by a ghost in his head, when the moment actually arrived, his fear didn’t lessen at all.

He was still so terrified he wanted to bolt.

Feeling a pair of ice-cold palms suddenly settle on his waist, the youth’s eyes instantly turned red at the corners.

His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and his misty eyes were filled with dread.

He looked incredibly pitiful as he shook.

He wanted to lift his feet and run out of this terrifying place, but the old habit of his legs turning to jelly when scared held him back.

Even moving a single step was agonizingly difficult, let alone a high-difficulty move like running away.

The youth simply closed his eyes, deceiving himself into thinking that if he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t be afraid.

However, the “malevolent ghost” that was supposed to be scaring him didn’t do what he expected.

Instead of draining his life force, those cold palms gently nudged aside the hem of his shirt.

They slid inside and pressed against the bare skin of his waist, stroking him lightly.

The ghost’s movements were soft and gentle.

In any other setting, this scene would be mistaken for the intimate caress of a lover.

But this ghost was no lover to Ye Shengge; they weren’t even acquaintances.

The icy sensation made Ye Shengge’s body shudder.

For some reason, after entering this doll dungeon, his naturally sensitive body had become even more reactive.

His waist had become a place he couldn’t bear to have touched.

Yet now, this place he didn’t even dare touch himself was being handled this way by a ghost…

Feeling the strange changes in his body, his face grew hot and red.

He wished he could bite off those wandering fingers.

How could this ghost be so wicked?

It was one thing to scare him to take his energy, but it chose to scare him in such an unspeakable way!

It seemed this wasn’t just a bad ghost, but a perverted, lecherous one!

The ghost, tentatively stroking the youth’s slender waist, had no idea Ye Shengge was cursing him in his head.

Seeing the youth paralyzed with fear, eyes squeezed shut and unsure how to react, the ghost grew even bolder.

He gathered his courage and slowly moved his hand upward.

…

Feeling a pinch on the “red plum” atop the snowy white skin, the touch was slightly uncontrolled.

Ye Shengge snapped his eyes open.

The corners of his eyes were wet and red, carrying an indescribable trace of charm.

He released his lip, which he had bitten until it was slightly swollen, and cursed in a trembling, soft voice: “Perverted lecherous ghost!”

The angry scolding was light and soft, lacking any deterrent power.

It was just like a kitten acting spoiled toward its master.

Instead of making the perverted ghost angry, it made him even more excessive.

Quite unlike the coldness of his palms, the perverted ghost’s breath was scorching.

He deliberately lowered his head, moving close to the side of Ye Shengge’s neck.

His breath fanned out across the skin, and he watched with satisfaction as the fair skin turned pink and then red.

A low, wanton chuckle echoed in the empty basement.

“You’re right. I am a perverted lecherous ghost, and specifically the kind that will only haunt you. Don’t dream of ever getting rid of me, let alone abandoning me, or else…”

The perverted ghost didn’t finish the words following “or else.”

But anyone could hear the ill intent behind them.

Simply by filling in the blanks, Ye Shengge scared himself until his face was deathly pale.

This perverted ghost was definitely an accomplice hired by the resentful dolls; otherwise, he wouldn’t speak this way.

As for the possibility of the perverted ghost being one of the dolls themselves, Ye Shengge never suspected it.

The dungeon plot had mentioned that in the early stages, while the doll bosses were powerful, they were subject to unknown restrictions.

Ye Shengge guessed that these unknown restrictions probably affected the dolls’ ability to move.

Therefore, this perverted ghost must be an outsider!

Sensing the fear emanating from the beautiful dollmaker, the perverted ghost, who had intentionally said those words to scare him, suddenly wasn’t as happy.

As if possessed, he added: “Clearly, you felt pleasure from what I did just now, didn’t you? Since that’s the case, why discard me? Is it that hard to agree to my request? I saw you…”

He began to list the youth’s physical reactions, but was interrupted by the easily embarrassed dollmaker.

Ye Shengge turned his head in a fit of shame and anger, staring toward the source of the ghost’s voice: “Shut up! Don’t say another word!”

Even though the ghost held the upper hand and could do whatever he wanted to the beautiful dollmaker without consent—let alone just saying a few words—he went silent.

When he heard the beautiful dollmaker staring at him with a hazy gaze and shouting those words in a soft, angry voice, the ghost shut his mouth.

He couldn’t bring himself to say a single mocking word about the dollmaker’s lack of judgment.

In the perverted ghost’s heart, such a beautiful creature deserved to be held in the palm of one’s hand and pampered, never suffering the slightest grievance.

Even he couldn’t allow the beautiful dollmaker to suffer at all.

However, the dollmaker didn’t know what the ghost was thinking and regretted the scolding immediately after.

Fearing retaliation, he endured the shame and whispered: “I’ll agree to your request, but don’t say those things anymore, or I’ll be angry.”

The perverted ghost was quite spineless; hearing the dollmaker agree, he was incredibly excited and promised without hesitation: “Fine, I won’t say those things again. Don’t be angry.”

Originally, the ghost had lost hope that the dollmaker would agree and had planned to take things slow.

Who would have thought there would be light at the end of the tunnel?

The beautiful dollmaker had actually agreed to his request!

Forget not saying those words; he would be a mute forever if it meant satisfying him.

As for pride, it was worthless compared to the beautiful dollmaker.

If the dollmaker liked it, he could even turn into a little dog and stick by his side, barking all day.

Maybe then the dollmaker would soften his heart and pet his fur.

Thinking of this, the perverted ghost began to seriously consider the possibility of possessing a dog.

The final conclusion was that while difficult, it wasn’t impossible…

“Then can you let go of me now? I have business to attend to,” Ye Shengge asked tentatively, sensing the change in the ghost’s attitude.

Although he was afraid of ghosts, this lecher seemed a bit different.

When the ghost agreed just now, Ye Shengge felt he was like a successfully tamed wolf-dog—still wild, but loyal to his master.

It was strange and jarring to use such an analogy for a malevolent ghost that had been dead for who-knows-how-long, but he felt the comparison fit the perverted lecher perfectly.

“Fine.” Though the dollmaker didn’t say what his business was, the ghost could guess it involved the other five restless dolls in the display case, so he reluctantly agreed.

After agreeing, however, he didn’t forget to put forward his own demand to secure more benefits: “When you’re finished, remember to wait for me here.”

“Okay.” Ye Shengge nodded quickly, fearing that if he was too slow, the ghost would change his mind.

Though this ghost was different, he was still a ghost.

If given a choice, Ye Shengge didn’t want to stay with a ghost for too long.

As for the ghost’s second request…

He would cross that bridge when he came to it. As long as he could escape the ghost’s pestering for now, he would take it one day at a time. It was too tiring to worry about the future.

While his mind wandered, the orange light suddenly flickered back on.

Ye Shengge’s eyes had adapted to the darkness, and the sudden light was uncomfortable.

Even though the orange light wasn’t very bright, he closed his stinging eyes, waited a moment, and then reopened them. Only then did he feel better.

Simultaneously, by the light of the orange lamp hanging near the display case, he saw the faces of the six dolls.

The moment he saw them, Ye Shengge was stunned.

In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

But the result was the same.

The features of these six dolls were not at all inferior to the two in the living room.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was—three of them looked exactly the same!!!

Ye Shengge couldn’t help but take a step closer.

He reached out to open the glass door of the case to observe the identical triplet dolls up close.

No matter how he looked, he couldn’t find a single difference.

It was simply too miraculous; hand-crafted dolls could be this realistic.

Realistic was one thing, but to make three dolls that looked like they were the product of cloning technology—completely identical.

His eyes were full of wonder as he stared intently at the triplets, completely ignoring the other three dolls placed to the side.

From beginning to end, he didn’t even spare them a glance.

If his gaze had shifted even slightly, he would have noticed the other three dolls.

Their pupils had turned slightly in his direction, staring venomously at the three dolls favored by the beautiful dollmaker.

The resentment radiating from behind them was so dark it was almost purple—a level of intensity that shouldn’t exist so early in the dungeon plot.