26: The allure of black eyes

After hanging up the call with Xiao Mei, Han Fei couldn't help but ask Black Pupil, 'Did something happen to your Twelfth Division?'

Black Pupil replied nonchalantly, 'It's a confidential mission. I can't tell you.'

'Uh, okay.' Han Fei pouted, his curiosity growing even stronger.

Checking the time, he saw there were still half an hour before the train departed.

With plenty of time left, Han Fei had no choice but to pick up his phone again and browse the library.

But under Black Pupil's unwavering, large-eyed gaze, Han Fei found himself constantly distracted, occasionally meeting her eyes.

'If you want to look at me, you don't need to use your phone as a cover.'

Black Pupil's sudden remark left Han Fei utterly bewildered.

'Huh?'

Her next sentence only deepened his confusion.

'If you like, I can take off my clothes for you to see. That's allowed, but I can't go to bed with you.'

Seeing Black Pupil actually start to undress, Han Fei quickly reached out to stop her. 'Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?'

'Taking off my clothes for you to see,' she replied.

Tilting her head, Black Pupil spoke in the voice of a five-year-old girl, uttering words that sparked wild imaginations.

'Why would you take off your clothes for me to see?'

Han Fei was speechless. When had he ever shown that kind of interest?

'Because you like it,' Black Pupil stated matter-of-factly.

'I like...'

Before he could finish, Han Fei suddenly realized that the original owner of this body did indeed have a strong interest in such things.

In the phone and computer belonging to the original owner, Han Fei had discovered several terabytes of adult content.

Many of the female leads in those videos bore a striking resemblance to Black Pupil.

Realizing this, Han Fei began to understand why Ye Zhanying had assigned Black Pupil to protect him.

'So she had already investigated this body's preferences back then?'

Han Fei took a sharp, quiet breath, awed by the intelligence-gathering capabilities of the Special Guard Team.

'It seems I need to be even more careful in my daily life and avoid acting too differently from before. Otherwise, it could cause trouble.'

As these thoughts raced through Han Fei's mind, Black Pupil had already begun calmly removing her sailor uniform.

When Han Fei snapped back to attention, he found her wearing only a thin, form-fitting undergarment. It resembled a cicada's wing under moonlight—translucent and provocative.

Beneath the garment, the delicate outline of a camisole was faintly visible. Its intricate patterns complemented her fair skin, appearing and disappearing like a flowing ink painting, tantalizing and stirring the imagination.

Gulp.

Han Fei couldn't help but swallow hard, his breathing gradually growing rapid.

'If it were the original owner, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back and would just pounce on her right now.'

'Should I just give in? Go for it?'

Faced with such an assertive Black Pupil, Han Fei was struggling to restrain his own rising agitation.

Just as he hesitated about whether to undress himself, he suddenly noticed something odd about Black Pupil's shoulder joints.

Looking closer, he realized with shock that the structure of her shoulders was completely different from that of an ordinary person.

Her shoulders weren't covered with the soft, delicate skin and underlying bones and tendons of a normal human. Instead, they resembled exquisitely crafted doll arms, intricately embedded with complex mechanical devices inside.

Tiny yet incredibly precise components were faintly visible beneath her translucent, cicada-wing-like skin, as if whispering untold secrets.

With even the slightest movement she made, a faint, rhythmic metallic hum would follow, like the gentle plucking of ancient strings.

'You...' Han Fei stared, speechless.

Noticing his confusion, Black Pupil explained frankly, 'I have a puppet body, so I can't go to bed with you.'

'A puppet...'

Han Fei's mind raced, recalling information he had seen in the treasure chest library.

Five years ago, a global-type treasure chest had appeared, named the Puppet treasure chest.

It was said that when opening a Puppet treasure chest of Gold Grade or higher, the opener had a certain chance of being afflicted with a Puppet Curse.

The Puppet Curse would turn the opener into a puppet.

A puppet without life, without consciousness.

In other words, the person would die, and their corpse would become a puppet.

However, a small number of fortunate individuals, though their bodies turned into puppets, did not die.

As the saying goes, great misfortune leads to great fortune.

These lucky ones, whose bodies became puppets yet who survived, would gain some supernatural abilities.

Some gained immense strength, capable of pulverizing concrete with a single punch.

Some acquired the ability of clairaudience, able to hear faint sounds from thousands of miles away.

Others gained curse abilities, capable of turning other people into puppets.

The abilities of these fortunate ones varied widely—all sorts of strange and bizarre powers.

As the price for gaining these supernatural abilities, these fortunate ones would gradually lose certain human traits.

They could no longer perceive physical pain or comfort.

Whether it was the sharp sting of a blade cutting skin or the gentle caress of a breeze on the cheek, these sensations had vanished from their perceptual world.

Food became meaningless to them.

Once-tempting delicacies now felt like chewing wax in their mouths, unable to elicit any pleasurable response from their taste buds.

Their skin became like cold, hard porcelain.

Devoid of temperature and tactile sensation, neither the smoothness of silk nor the roughness of sand could stir any feeling in their skin.

The tranquility of night could no longer soothe their weary minds.

They lost the ability to sleep, forced to spend endless nights in perpetual wakefulness.

The flow of tears and the blossoming of smiles—two vital ways of expressing emotion—also left them. Their faces would only show hollow, numb expressions.

As their faces lost expression, their hearts would grow numb as well.

Whether it was the joy of a family reunion or the grief of a loved one's departure, nothing could stir even a ripple in their hearts.

And as time passed, they would eventually lose all understanding and empathy for any emotion in the world.

This process was like a merciless countdown, swift and decisive.

Usually, in just three short years, a fortunate one would lose both life and Soul, becoming a complete puppet.

With this realization, Han Fei instantly lost all interest in Black Pupil.

'Put your clothes back on. Stop undressing.'

'Do you prefer touching with clothes on?'

Hearing Black Pupil say this in the voice of a five-year-old child filled Han Fei with an indescribable sense of guilt.

But remembering that the other was a cold, puppet body, Han Fei's heart grew calm again.