The Pervert’s Warning

The beautiful youth’s reaction to these words was one of intense shyness; he didn’t look at all like someone who had actually “done” those things.

Could it be that he and the spirits never…

At this possibility, Peng Biao was incredibly excited. However, he maintained his stern, professional exterior. While secretly despising himself for his own curiosity, he deliberately continued to ask questions that made the youth burn with shame.

“Did they ever do those things to you?”

If it were anyone else bringing trouble upon themselves by toying with a spirit’s feelings, Peng Biao would at most ask if they were in danger. He would never ask such ambiguous, intimate questions.

But Ye Shengge was different. He was too beautiful, without a single flaw, possessing a natural ability to evoke pity—yet also a desire in others to defile and break that very perfection. No one could completely resist that primal urge for destruction.

Peng Biao was terrified that the spirits the youth had provoked wouldn’t be able to resist their own dark impulses. That was why he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

His questions, however, provoked a massive reaction from the youth.

The youth, his exquisite face flushed with a mix of shame and anger, glared at the “zero-EQ” big dummy of a Heavenly Master. He interrupted fiercely: “I told you to stop asking!”

His old habit of feeling second-hand embarrassment was flaring up again.

But this time, Peng Biao did not shut up as requested. Instead, his questions became even more pointed. He stared fixedly at the youth, whose face was so red it looked ready to drip blood, and asked seriously: “So, did they do those out-of-line things to you or not?”

Realizing there was no escape, Ye Shengge reluctantly nodded. His voice was barely a whisper: “Um… they did a little bit…”

Peng Biao understood.

They touched him, but they didn’t go all the way.

This result was much better than he had anticipated. Peng Biao’s mood improved significantly, but he still wanted to know exactly what those “out-of-line” things were. He kept his face expressionless and continued to bluff the timid youth: “What exactly did they do? Can you describe it in detail? It will help me understand the problem more accurately.”

Ye Shengge hesitated, embarrassed to give details to this big dummy. But then he remembered he had already shared so many shameful secrets; he might as well just get it over with. He closed his eyes and confessed: “A perverted ghost in the basement kissed me. He even threatened me, saying that after I settled the other dolls, I had to go back to the basement to find him.”

“And did you go back?” Peng Biao pursed his lips, his brow furrowing. He felt that spirit was utterly shameless, using threats to gain an advantage. If it were him…

If it were him, he would probably do the same, or even worse.

Realizing his own deepest thoughts, Peng Biao lost the moral high ground to criticize the spirit. He cleared his throat and waited patiently for the answer.

“Of course I didn’t go back,” Ye Shengge replied without hesitation.

He wasn’t an idiot; he wasn’t going to just walk back in there to be taken advantage of. His plan had been to pretend he was “too busy and forgot” until the ghost came looking for him. To his surprise, the ghost in the basement hadn’t come upstairs once, as if it had forgotten the whole thing.

Knowing the boy hadn’t gone back, Peng Biao’s mood shot up like a roller coaster. He pressed on: “Besides that, did they do anything else?”

Ye Shengge thought about it. Strictly speaking, the “out-of-line” things were mostly done by the dollmaker to the dolls in the original plot. He shook his head guiltily, looking down at his feet. “No more.”

Peng Biao keenly noticed the guilt. His eyes flickered, but he didn’t call it out. Instead, he asked casually: “Then how did you treat the dolls? How did you interact with them, and what did you do during that time?”

“Do you have to ask that too?” Ye Shengge frowned, unwilling to answer such an awkward question.

Peng Biao nodded, speaking with righteous solemnity: “To better solve the problem of the doll spirits, I need to understand all relevant circumstances.”

This was a bold-faced lie. Dealing with spirits never required this much detail. It was pure jealousy driving him. He had seen the youth’s guilty reaction and guessed that the boy must have done something “wrong” to the dolls.

Peng Biao had a bad feeling. Could it be that the boy did something bad to them, which is why he’s so guilty now? This thought made him feel quite unwell.

Ye Shengge, unaware of the man’s emotional instability, decided to just tell the truth to avoid a bad ending. “I didn’t do much. At most, I’d hold them while I slept, talk to them, or… give them a kiss.”

In the original plot, the dollmaker treated the dolls like toys, but in some ways, he was quite affectionate. Even if he liked them, he never took them seriously, treating them only as playthings to pass the time. He never had a truly intimate relationship with them.

Even so, it was enough to make Peng Biao intensely jealous.

His voice turned cold as he demanded: “How did you hold them? What did you say? How did you kiss them?”

Ye Shengge was becoming numb to these embarrassing questions. He glared at the man and snapped: “How else do you hold something? Like a stuffed animal, under the covers! As for what I said, just trivial things—what else is there to say?”

As for the last part—how he kissed them—Ye Shengge didn’t want to describe it at all. It reminded him of the embarrassing incident when he first entered the dungeon. It was too “socially dead” to explain.

But Peng Biao was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“When you slept together, were you wearing clothes?” He ignored the kiss question for a moment and seized upon the first point.

Ye Shengge was losing his patience. He looked at the man fiercely, deliberately trying to annoy him: “Setting aside the fact that a doll isn’t a real person—even if it were, we’re both men! Does it matter if we wore clothes or not? Are you sure you aren’t just asking all this to make fun of me?”

Looking at the beautiful youth—who clearly had done something wrong yet remained as defiant as ever, seemingly unaware of the meaning of fear—Peng Biao suddenly felt a flash of anger. “You think it doesn’t matter?”

Ye Shengge blinked. He didn’t expect the big dummy, who usually just smiled at him, to use such a harsh tone. For a moment, he felt a strange sense of grievance. “Then you tell me, what does it matter?”

“You tell me!” Peng Biao’s “silly” demeanor vanished, replaced by a powerful, overbearing aura.

His next words, however, were incredibly crude, making one’s ears burn. He stared at the youth, who was as delicate as a doll, and asked with a half-smile: “Do you really not know that a boy as beautiful as you is easily targeted by perverts? What do you think happens when a pervert targets you?”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was loud and clear.

Ye Shengge was dazed, still wondering if the Heavenly Master was picking on him. He subconsciously followed the man’s lead: “What happens?”

The moment he asked, he regretted it. The big guy was clearly not in his right mind; how could he expect anything nice to come out of his mouth? But the words were already out.

Seeing that the youth didn’t take the matter seriously at all, Peng Biao grew even angrier. He stopped caring about the boy’s shyness and spoke bluntly to drive home the gravity of the situation.

“A pervert will be like a shameless dog, going into heat over you whenever they want. They won’t just kiss you; they’ll trap you in a dark corner and leave ambiguous blue and purple marks all over your body. They’ll ignore your whimpers and struggles, force your legs apart, and then…”

As he listened, Ye Shengge’s face turned redder and redder until he finally reached his limit. He shouted to drown out the vulgar words: “Stop it! I get it! I get it already, okay?!”

“What do you get?” Peng Biao stopped his tirade and asked in return.

Actually, even he didn’t understand why he was so angry. There were many ways to make the boy realize the seriousness of the situation, yet he had chosen the one most difficult for the youth to accept—as if he were competing with someone or something.

Perhaps it was because he had seen too many filthy things in the upper-class circles. Just imagining the beautiful, defenseless youth being treated like that by those perverts made him feel a surge of panic and distress.

The best way was to make the boy realize the problem and raise his guard. But the boy acted like he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

That was likely why he was so angry. But he should be blaming the perverts, not the innocent boy.

Peng Biao sighed inwardly, deciding not to push any further. He believed he could protect his beloved.

However, just as he was about to apologize for his tone, he heard the youth’s weak, small voice.

“When I slept with them… I was wearing my underwear.”