Free Web NovelChapter 296: Arial Scientist
"..." Nerina stares at me while Evelyn sleeps in her room. We waited for her to fall asleep so we could talk a bit.
"You said too much, Arial," Nerina speaks without a smile now. She seems dissatisfied with the way I introduced myself to Evelyn.
"I did the best I could. She said herself that she recognized me. I didn’t give anything away, and besides, I avoided talking too much," I defend myself as I walk to the sofa. I lift it, grabbing the little doll that hid underneath.
"Did you teach Evelyn this?" I ask, curious. It’s not like I watch everything 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so I don’t know where Evelyn picks up certain things.
"No, Evelyn has been practicing and inventing things on her own," she says while I lift the skirt of this "little doll," seeing her panties.
"She’s very realistic. Aside from the fact that she has no wings, horns, or tail, she’s an exact miniature copy of Evelyn’s body." It’s so complex. It’s not just a toy; it has organs. And despite not speaking, the little doll frowns at me and struggles, irritated by my touch.
"Yes, yes, it’s well made. But Arial, be more careful with what you say. I don’t want Evelyn to feel pressured by you. It was very intrusive of you to deceive Evelyn," Nerina complains about something else as I pull the doll’s panties.
’Seriously? Even this is perfect? And I sense magic from a core. She has a small core too... It’s impressive work.’ Evelyn has apparently sacrificed puppets with powers for this little doll, and I must say, this little doll easily has the strength of an S-Rank monster.
"Ghmm!! Gaah!" The little doll squirms, moving her tiny hands to her skirt to hide her private parts.
"I’m going to go check on Evelyn. She sometimes cries softly in her sleep. Will you stay here?"
"Yes, I’ll stay around... You can go. When Evelyn wakes up, I’ll see what I can do..." There’s still the matter of teaching Evelyn soul attacks. I don’t know if it’s the best idea, but I understand that Nerina buys Evelyn’s trust with lessons since it makes Evelyn feel good about "getting stronger." So I won’t criticize.
Each nymph chooses her own way of manipulating her prey, and if Nerina thinks manipulating Evelyn by being a dedicated teacher is best, who am I to judge, right? She’s stronger than me.
"It’s almost divine work to imagine that you function so well," I say, pulling her little dress made of threads, leaving the doll naked. She even turns red and bares her teeth at me in threat.
’She doesn’t seem to have an intelligent consciousness. She’s more primitive than I expected...’ It seems Evelyn’s trauma with the betrayal of her puppets is making her create only puppets without consciousness or intellect.
"Your detailing is almost obsessive. Evelyn seems to be becoming quite the perfectionist." I pull the "little doll’s" arm until she groans in pain, and then I stop. She’s strong. If she were weak, her arm would have been torn apart.
’Way too high resistance for a flesh toy...’ Evelyn had never used her ability to sacrifice puppets before, so I didn’t know how strong it was. But if, with random low-to-medium-quality materials, she managed to make something stronger than Eve was in the past, then her powers are more frightening than they seem.
"Now I’m curious. How strong are you internally?" Being someone curious, I decide to test it. I press my pinky finger against the little doll’s private parts. She looks at me, confused.
"Gaaah!!!" She lets out a small scream and sheds tears as I fully insert my pinky inside her, obscenely bulging her belly. And to my shock, she even had a hymen, which causes blood to start running down my finger.
"Are you kidding me? Even that?" I’m more disturbed than excited.
’Why did Evelyn give virginity to a toy?’ Evelyn isn’t an idiot. There’s a clear dividing line between naivety and stupidity. Evelyn has always done things based on whether or not it helps her. So creating puppets with this almost sickening perfectionism isn’t for nothing.
’I can’t read this action... What’s the point? Making puppets this perfect doesn’t make them stronger...’ The little doll’s tiny pussy clenches painfully and contracts around my finger as the doll gasps and tries to push away the hand holding her.
"I really want to dissect you and see what your organs look like inside, but I bet they’re perfect too... But what’s the principle behind making such an efficient test toy?" I ask her as she whimpers softly.
I pull my finger out. It comes out mixed with blood and sexual fluids. I put my finger in my mouth, tasting it.
’The taste is... realistic too...’ The little doll, with her small hole gaping, moves her tiny hands down as if trying to hide her obscenely stretched private parts.
"Weird..." I would like to feel aroused by this, but the reality is that it’s 100% more uncomfortable than I’d like to admit.
"Very weird... Nothing Evelyn has made is so... perfectly patterned after a real body..." Evelyn has created thousands of standard-model puppets, but all of them were actually closer to mannequins. They had no faces, no organs, nothing of the sort.
And that’s where the strange part comes in. This powerful little doll is also a standard-model puppet, but she has everything a real body has, and she expresses shame, pain, and even cries.
However, she isn’t a living puppet. She doesn’t have feelings like Eve, Syl’Vyr, or Faye. So that means the crying is just an imitation of what she should do if she were real.
’Nerina ignored this because she doesn’t really know Evelyn, but I know her well. And I know she would never make standard puppets so "alive" unless she had a reason behind it.’ She still seems to have no memories, so it’s hard to judge.
"It’s almost macabre and unsettling..." It’s as if the cuteness of this little doll was made so that whoever hurts her feels uncomfortable doing it.
"Cute and strong, but she barely resists being assaulted... Evelyn has been working hard on her nymph powers... Is she trying... to create an artificial domain area?" All nymphs have their "domain areas."
Mine is lakes. I am always in lakes and cannot leave them. Nerina’s is the ocean. But Evelyn is a nymph tied to matter, so what would her natural "domain" be as a nymph?
"So many hypotheses. Maybe she just didn’t think much and made you too perfect. Or maybe she wants her standard-model puppets to look like living beings so that whoever kills them feels like they’re actually taking lives instead of destroying dolls." I rub the belly of the little doll, who tries to push my finger away.
’Whatever the correct hypothesis is, the detailed perfection of this Little Evelyn Doll is truly a work of art.’ I can hardly wait for Evelyn to fulfill our agreement and build a body for me.
Seeing this absurd perfection in details, I feel that my body will be perfect. And with a physical body created by Evelyn, I will no longer be trapped in lakes or in Evelyn’s spiritual plane.
"Well, little doll, I really want to test something with you. I want to see just how perfect you really can be." I give a big, wicked smile, now excited to test the limits of Evelyn’s creation.
She’s strong, from what I can sense, but she wouldn’t beat me even if we fought a million times. However, what I want to test are her limits as a biological creature.
I’ve killed many monsters while living in the dungeon, and sometimes I would dissect them to learn more about their bodies and functions. It was more of a hobby out of boredom. And what I learned from that is that what defines a being as alive depends on three basic general factors.
Namely: it can truly die, it can reproduce, and it has real instincts. If these three exist, then this thing is truly alive in my opinion. If it lacks one of these three, it isn’t really "alive," because being alive doesn’t depend on a soul, a flesh body, or having intellect.
It only depends on whether this being can actually be killed in some way, whether it can truly reproduce with something even if with difficulty, and whether it has instincts that guide its body in some way.
And that’s why Evelyn’s standard-model puppets aren’t living beings. They’re just dolls. Because they have no instincts and they don’t truly die. Meanwhile, Evelyn’s living puppets have instincts and can die. I just don’t know if they can reproduce, but they probably can, since Evelyn, who is a living puppet, has already gotten pregnant once.
But what about this standard-model puppet? Theoretically, she shouldn’t be alive. She isn’t that type of puppet. But if she is made so perfectly, I wonder if she might be alive now after all.
"Hey, little doll, please give me a smile. You’ll be very useful to me and to Evelyn." I grab her, thrusting my pinky finger deeply into her private parts again, listening to her gasp in pain. freewebnovel.cσ๓
"I’m going to try to get you pregnant. It’s with magic, right? Demons, unlike humans or beastmen, can be impregnated with magic. You follow Evelyn’s demonic biological pattern, so could you have a baby?" I ask the little doll, who shakes her head desperately in denial.
"Let’s find out, little doll." I try to simulate demonic reproduction with a smile, although my smile is somewhat broken with discomfort. Because if this thing gets pregnant, then what the hell is Evelyn thinking and trying to create?
