"She's even more beautiful than I thought."
Yoo Eun-ha, really, she's just too pretty. I've never seen a girl like her. I absolutely want to make her into my doll. Surely, I can play with her a little, right?
So far, there's never been a doll that slipped out of my control. I haven’t acted much until now, always under my father’s watchful eye, but here in Korea, I should be able to make a few dolls.
"Honestly, my father’s such a fool. Sending a cat into a fish shop—what did he think would happen? Don’t you agree, Maman?"
Rosemary asked with a sly smile, turning to the blonde woman standing protectively behind her. The woman was beautiful, almost doll-like herself, but with lifeless eyes and an expression devoid of any warmth. When Rosemary beckoned with a slight curl of her finger, the woman nodded her head in mechanical obedience.
"Well then, shall we prepare to make a new doll~?"
Rosemary. Though officially part of the Triton Guild in the U.S., she was secretly a villain, turning any girl she took a liking to into one of her dolls without hesitation.
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Let's delve a bit more into Rosemary's character. Outwardly, she holds the status of a Hunter, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface, she’s a true villain with a dark, insidious nature. She has an intense fascination with beautiful women, an obsessive desire to keep them by her side as dolls. In short, she's a villain—so important it needs to be said twice. She kidnaps any beautiful woman she likes and turns them into her dolls, leaving no trace. Even the U.S. Hunter Association concluded only that “a villain is kidnapping women,” allowing her to maintain her cover as a Hunter. She’s one of the heroines, a figure with the dual identity of Hunter and villain. With doll-like looks herself, she’s committed to acts that are as dark as they come. She’s even crazy enough to have turned her own mother into a doll, just because she thought she was beautiful.
"I’m sure of it. Since I’m pretty, she’ll try to make me a doll too."
No doubt, she’s probably muttering something along the lines of, "Well then, shall we prepare to make a new doll~?" right about now. But unfortunately for her, I’m no ordinary person. A mere doll collector is no match for a dark dragon. Anyway, since the Association and that meddler asked me to handle this, I sent the other heroines ahead to Songdo for today. And now, here I am.
"Yoo Eun-ha!" "Hello, Creepmary."
After the academy ended, today was the day to get better acquainted with Creepmary. At first glance, this might look like a risky situation—assuming I were just an ordinary human. But a crisis can just as easily be an opportunity.
"Huh?" "Nothing. So, you want to get close to me?" "Yes!"
Trying to act all innocent, huh?
"Shall I show you what it’s like for girls to bond?" "Really?"
She’s probably thinking right now that the opportunity to have me came faster than expected. Creepmary’s method of turning people into dolls involves sending her own dolls to get close to the target, building rapport, and then approaching herself to use her unique power to turn them into a doll. But now Creepmary has made a fatal mistake. She’s entered Hanseong Academy as her real self, trying to work her charm on me in person. Maybe she thinks I’m worth the effort, or perhaps she assumes she can afford this risk here in Korea, unlike in the U.S. But I can just turn the tables and play with her instead. She’ll do anything for the dolls she wants, lulling her target into a false sense of security and then striking when they let down their guard. I’ll take advantage of that and flip the script. She’s a heroine, after all, and if she’s coming after me, I might as well go for it.
"Wanna come over to my place for some ramen?" "Sure." "I’ll show you some really good stuff."
I’ll make sure to show her something she won’t forget, enough that the very idea of turning me into a doll will never cross her mind again.
"Really? Wow, I’m thrilled!"
She’s good at pretending to be happy. She has no idea what awaits her. After all, Rosemary doesn’t know that I’ve been claiming women for myself. She’s probably laughing to herself, thinking she’s managed to lure me in and is now planning how to turn me into a doll.
"Heh heh heh." "Hee hee hee."
Foolish girl. Soon enough, I’ll turn that pretty face of hers into one that’s completely lost to pleasure.
***
"This tteokbokki is really delicious!"
I dragged Creepmary around to various popular food spots near the academy. Despite her creepy nature, she’s still a girl who enjoys sweet snacks. After all, the best way to feed a pig is to fatten it up first. This crazy woman doesn’t even realize that she’s trying to score points with me by tagging along. Not that I’m planning to let her just stuff herself, of course. You’ve got to mix in a bit of carrot and stick.
"Really? Then I’ll get you something even tastier next." "Oh?" "Actually, I got hooked on this one thanks to a blond troublemaker I know. I’ve got an ice cream I’d love for you to try."
I wonder what kind of ice cream she thinks I mean?
"Ice cream? I love it!"
Foolish girl. She’s grinning, thinking she’s luring me in. So, for her enjoyment, I went and bought the ice cream myself. I placed two large tubs of it right in front of Rosemary, big enough for her to hold with both hands. Each tub was brightly colored and proudly displayed the picture of mint chocolate chip ice cream, giving off a strong “I’m mint chocolate” vibe. Rosemary’s face froze.
"Mint chocolate?" "Yup. Mint chocolate’s delicious. It’s popular in the States too, isn’t it?" "I-It is, but..."
Rosemary was sweating bullets. Just from her reaction, it’s obvious—she hates mint chocolate. While opinions on mint chocolate are generally neutral in the U.S., Creepmary’s character was written to fit Korean tastes, which means she’s one of those who can’t stand it. In other words, I just served her a big “screw you.”
"You... you’re really going to eat this? Toothpaste?" "A friend’s request—can’t you eat it with me?" "W-Well..." "Come on, Rosemary~ Eat it with me. Please?"
"F-Fine."
Crazy girl. As soon as I urged her, Creepmary started forcing down the mint chocolate, her face twisting with every spoonful. Of course, I ate some too. Goldilocks kept nagging me to try it, and surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. Not that I could eat as much as she’s being forced to. It’s probably even worse for Creepmary. She practically buried her face in the tub, shoveling it in as fast as possible, clearly trying not to taste it. A classic response when you force picky eaters to eat something they hate. But since we’re supposed to be eating together, I’ll finish one tub myself. While Creepmary was busy wolfing down her portion, I signaled for Kate, who was waiting in the park.
"Here, you like mint chocolate, right? Dig in." "Yes, Lord Dahaka."
By the time Creepmary finished her own tub with a miserable look, Kate had already eaten and left. Creepmary stared at the empty tub in front of me, looking horrified.
"You... really do like mint chocolate, huh?" "Of course. Now, shall we try something else?"
At my words, Creepmary’s face turned pale. She probably hasn’t felt this level of horror, even while doing her villainous deeds.
"W-What’s next?" "Fermented skate and pork gukbap."
I happened to know a place that sells perfectly fermented skate. So I fed her the fermented skate and pork gukbap, one after another. Watching her face turn increasingly sour was exhilarating.
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"Alright, now it’s time to go for some ramen!" "More... food?" "Of course."
Women have a bottomless pit of a stomach when it comes to snacks and meals; there’s always room. After forcing down the gukbap, I brought Rosemary back to my place and served her ramen. And no, not in any suggestive way. I actually gave her the spiciest instant ramen here: Nuclear Fire Chicken Ramen.
"Wait, Yoo Eun-ha, can you... c-can I get some water? This... it’s too spicy!"
Creepmary’s mouth was on fire, and she was flailing. Naturally, that’s what happens with Nuclear Fire Chicken Ramen. An American’s taste buds won’t stand a chance. I handed her a glass of ice-cold water, generously laced with a heavy dose of sleeping pills.
"Here you go."
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
She downed the glass in one go, then blinked, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Huh? What’s... going on... why am I suddenly so sleepy...?" "Bye-bye? Adios?" "Don’t tell me... you knew all along..."
The heavy dose of sleeping pills took effect. She tried to say something to me, but her head drooped. Out cold. But the real issue comes next. She’s a villain, after all, and just falling asleep doesn’t mean this is over.
"Kate, prepare the gate." "Yes, Lord Dahaka."
Using Kate’s help, I moved Rosemary to an area near Songdo. There was a specific reason for choosing this place.
[-Intruder detected. Activating Doll Guard-]
This is why I brought her here. If the real Creepmary ever loses consciousness involuntarily, her personal doll guard, summoned from the subspace known as the “Doll Garden,” automatically activates. Most of them are beautiful women that would make anyone drool. About a dozen dolls appeared, each armed and surrounding me.
"One doll, two dolls, three dolls... slurp."
"So, they can even duplicate themselves as dolls?" And look—Creepmary’s mother is here too. She told her father she’d died and even held a funeral, only to turn her into a doll instead. The thing is, it’s not like in the comics where they’re hollowed out to make them into dolls. These dolls still have their consciousness.
"How dare you threaten Lady Rosemary. I won’t forgive this." "How dare you insult our master!" "For the crime of laying hands on Lady Rosemary, you’ll pay with your life."
They even retain some emotions. Rosemary’s technique, “Dollification,” instills a doll-like identity within the person, forcing them to obey her commands. This new identity merges with their original self, making them fully aware of who they once were, yet they now consider themselves Rosemary’s dolls. As a result, they’re no longer considered human—losing their color, their skin turning cold, and their faces remaining expressionless unless Rosemary gives them an order. The funny part? They speak Korean. She’s probably planning to make more dolls in Korea, so she’s taught them the language in advance.
"Are you even aware that you’re dolls? Have you forgotten who you are?" "We know. But now we’re hers. Nothing else matters. If Lady Rosemary ordered us to kill our families, we would kill them as dolls. If she ordered us to commit a suicide bombing in the middle of the city, we would obey." "And what about you? You’re her mother, aren’t you?"
I looked at the blonde woman, a white woman with an enticing figure.
"Yes, Lady Rosemary was born from my body. Biologically, I am her mother. But now, I am only a doll. Nothing more, nothing less. While I might have some feelings as her mother, it’s irrelevant. I am a doll, and that’s all that matters."
This is how they’re altered. Their top priority becomes serving Rosemary, nothing more, nothing less.
"Really? Then I suppose there’s no need for more talk. But sorry, Creepmary’s twisted mind control is trash compared to a dark dragon’s authority."
Snap!
I snapped my fingers. It’ll be interesting to see the inner battle between their doll personas and their original selves. I am the dark dragon. I have no reason to show these dolls any mercy. Just as they lunged at me, they suddenly clutched their heads and fell to the ground.
"Aaaaah!" "Gaaaah!" "H-Heeeeeek!"
Their doll personas and original selves were clashing fiercely in their minds. Eventually, they’ll die. Why? Because Rosemary’s doll identity stays firmly implanted. If I wanted, I could wipe it out completely, but they’d just go into shock and die. The dolls collapsed, frothing at the mouth. They’re not dead, but it seems their circuits have blown. Maybe Rosemary had a failsafe in place for a situation like this, but they look far beyond repair now. I’ll turn them into monsters later.
"Now then, the only thing left... is this little pest who’s knocked out and knows nothing."
Creepmary, today you’re in for it. I carried her to the penthouse.
"Stupid girl. Thanks to the original work, I know your character inside out. Shinohara might be a bit of a hassle, but a creepy villain like you? A little intimidation is all it takes."
Your mistake was thinking I didn’t know anything when you approached me. You probably thought you could toy with me and have your way. And now, you’ve been humiliated with mint chocolate, fermented skate, and pork gukbap—and soon, you’ll face something even worse. Why, oh why, did you crawl right into the tiger’s—or rather, the dragon’s—jaws?