"I already warned you."
She calmly shifted her body in mild discomfort, trying to move farther away from that excessive thing of his.
"Don't keep your family waiting. If you want to spend time together, there will be plenty of chances later. I've already turned back into a doll."
She reminded Lynn.
At some point, the joints of the fingers holding her book had returned to their original appearance.
Lynn looked at her joints in confusion and asked:
"Hasn't the Doll Curse already been lifted?"
Black String Moon said quietly, "Curses can never truly be lifted, because this is Hell. The method Mother described can only turn dolls into normal bodies of flesh and blood to a certain extent. Besides, I was already a doll before I fell. My transformation won't happen very quickly. It's a long process."
And her meaning was perfectly clear.
Not while she was a doll.
Although the memories of that lifetime were already in her mind, she had, after all, lived in Hell as a doll for a long time. Her habit of keeping her mind clear and her desires few remained, and most dolls had little desire to begin with.
Lynn thoughtfully adjusted his Monocle and said:
"So that means you'll usually stay the way you used to be, and only transform when you get aroused?"
Black String Moon clenched her rock-hard hand.
As for that question.
She clearly had no need whatsoever to answer it.
Then Lynn spoke.
He raised one finger.
"Then if we did something naughty right now, would you suddenly turn into flesh and blood halfway through? And if that's the case, would..."
Crack-
The pen in Black String Moon's grip snapped.
Her quiet expression clearly showed that she had reached the limits of her patience.
Before he could say