Love Puppet

Chapter 1: The Puppet Master

The best material is a corpse…

On the cold operating table, the equally cold body of a young girl sat sprawled. Ah, thank goodness, it hasn't
started to decompose yet.

She thought to herself.

A hand swept up her golden curls, and a collar connected to long metal needles was placed around her slender neck.

“Did you know? The weight of the dead is 7 grams less than when they were alive. That's the mass of their soul,” Mia had
once told her.

With a hissing sound, thin metal needles pierced the corpse's spinal cord, and then, magical essence was injected.
Behind the red-haired girl, a huge machine composed of metal wheels whirred, sending knots woven from spiritual essence
into the golden-haired body.

“!”

Muscles began to spasm, the woman's vagina unconsciously secreted colorless mucus, and the golden-haired corpse
opened her eyes, which held a blank gaze.

The injection of the virtual soul was complete. But there was still a slight imperfection.

On the computer composed of metal wheels, the red-haired girl's slender fingers danced.

>Check: Finger joint flexion and extension movements

The dead body gently clenched its fist. No problem.

>Check: Neck joint left and right movements.

The corpse's face turned, subtly gazing into the void beside her.

>Calibration: Deviation value on the left side of the neck +15.

One instruction after another was edited into spirit element code and input into the girl's body. This was the most tedious thing,
yet it was a compulsory course for every puppeteer.

"Then, this is the last one."

>Question: Do you possess a soul?

There was no answer. This was to be expected, after all, this was just a question that Mia had asked her to ask every
puppet she created.

>Instruction: Your name is Isa

The restraints on the chair were released. The Mimic Soul 4.0.7 released by the Joint Workshop had been installed and debugged
. The rest could be explained in words.

"Isa, disconnect the connector and remove the collar."

>Command: Disconnect connector

>Command: Remove collar

The last word was typed on the paper tape of the still-connected rotary computer when the blonde girl
pulled the metal wire from her neck. Then, the white plastic collar was removed. Only the metal adjustment
port remained, hidden beneath her beautiful blonde hair.

"Isa, inject yourself with the crystallizing agent."

The command was quickly executed. As the pale green syringe was injected into the girl's body, her flesh
began to crystallize, quickly transforming into a crystalline nude statue.

"Take a bath, Isa,"

the puppeteer commanded with a sigh of relief. The crystalline statue walked towards the deep black pool beside her.
It was a special solution called carbon crystal.

Carbon crystal liquefies rapidly under magical power, but only the first time after being mined. Once it escaped
the liquefaction magic's range, it quickly solidified into
a dull metallic substance with extremely high physical resistance and near-magical immunity.

Soon, the crystallized statue transformed into a dark metallic female form. At the same time, she
cleaned the interface herself.

"Isha, come with me to see your father."

The metallic statue girl approached. The red-haired girl checked the time; although she had only worked for six hours,
there wasn't enough time left to make another statue. She decided to close up shop for the day.

This was Tuan's day. Her profession was a puppeteer. In this era, people were accustomed to
crafting exquisite puppets of their deceased loved ones to keep with them.

Obsessed with the beauty of the female puppet forms, she and her friend Mia studied together and became puppeteers.

However, recently, a shadow had been lingering between her beautiful brows.

"Tuan, make me a puppet,"

Mia had said to her that day.

Chapter Two: Mia

Mia was a special person to Tuan.

When she was young, a friend of Tuan's passed away.

At first, she didn't understand anything, but when she saw her metallic friend appear in her sight,
she felt a sense of fear.

A cold, metallic shell, a small body unable to speak.

"Gian, you liar!"

She cried and ran away then. Was it because she could no longer touch Gian's warm skin? Or
was it because she was afraid that one day she would fall into the same situation?

"Hey, why are you crying?"

When she came to her senses, in an abandoned park, a fairy-like girl with long white hair was standing
beside her.

"My friend, she became a puppet..."

"Is that so? Are you afraid of her?"

That was their first meeting, chatting casually, when an unexpected visitor arrived.

"Eh? She's here."

Turning around, her former friend's metallic skin peeked out from her tattered clothes. It was an
unforgettable, strange luster. Back then, the young girl had cowered behind the white-haired girl in fear.

But the girl walked away.

"What a beautiful child."

Swaying her long white hair, she approached the puppet named Gian.

"Wow~"

Her clothes, torn by the obstacles along the way, were removed by her slender little hands. Her friend's metallic body was exposed to the sunlight
. The little girl's slightly chubby body shone brightly, like—

"Isn't it a miracle?"

The white-haired girl stroked the body, her eyes shining.

Unlike herself, she admired and loved that kind of puppet, that kind of puppet. Sucking on it, unrestrainedly.
Dan, her fingers caressed and explored every inch of Gian's skin, every hidden spot.

What a strange girl. Tuan thought to herself, yet couldn't help wanting to know
what it felt like to have her fingertips on her body.

Unconsciously, her hand was taken, clasped together with the white-haired girl's metallic hand.

"I'm Mia, let's be friends."

Was she speaking to her?

Tuan didn't know, but puppets couldn't speak.

If she disliked puppets, perhaps she would dislike her too?

So…

"I'm Tuan."

For the first time, her hand touched her friend's cool skin, and an indescribable emotion sprouted in her heart.

"Although I'm still very scared, I want to become a puppeteer."

Chapter Three: Soul

While obtaining her puppeteer's professional qualification, Mia embarked on a path of further study.

Although my initial motivation for embarking on this path was to get closer to Mia, after so long, I've
gradually become accustomed to—no, I should say, fond of—the strange beauty of the puppet's lifeless eyes staring into the void
.

Ah, indeed, simple and beautiful puppets are better than dealing with people.

So, Tuan set a rule for himself: only make puppets for girls.

Occasionally, I'd see articles about Mia in magazines. However, her reputation in this circle isn't very
good.

Probably because she spends all her time using magic essence to create simulated souls to drive her puppets, puppeteers basically
don't believe in souls. After all, if souls exist, what we do might be labeled as blasphemy against the dead
. After all, although the initial intention of making puppets was to commemorate the deceased, it has gradually evolved
into an important source of labor.

However, Mia does believe in the existence of souls, and I didn't expect her to be so extreme.

"Mia!!!"

Pushing open the door to the ward, I expected to see Mia on the verge of death. But then, she, with her long, swaying silver-white hair,
raised her hand and greeted me.

"Just a moment, it'll be over soon,"

she replied, while taking off her puppet nurse's coat. Thinking back,
she'd been like this since our first meeting, as if she couldn't bear to see beautiful female puppets dressed.

"Honestly, the news of her suicide suddenly came out. I was so worried."

"Well, I wasn't lying to you." She raised her hand, her wrist wrapped in thick bandages.
Hey, why are you smiling when it's something so serious?

"I was thinking about dying then," Mia said, her hand unconsciously fiddling with her white braid.
She always did this when she was thinking. "But, halfway through the cutting, I suddenly thought of a lot of things,
so I suddenly didn't want to die anymore."

What a willful girl, Tu'an thought, and replied, "Then live well. Even if no
one believes your theories, even if everyone laughs at you, living is the most important thing."

"But, I still want to know. Is the missing 7 grams the mass of the soul?"

Ah, here we go again. In the end, we don't even know if those 7 grams really exist. After all, this rumor was just
something written by someone who had previously borrowed a book from the school library. We just thought it
was funny back then, so we've remembered it ever since.

"I checked. The one who wrote this was Hetalin."

Mia mentioned a name from long ago, a woman once hailed as the most talented puppeteer in history.
It's said that she was incredibly talented in her youth, but one day she suddenly went mad, injecting seven doses of
magic essence into her brain, making it impossible to even turn her body into a puppet. Finally, the academic community commemorated her
contributions to puppetry before her death. They solidified her body and turned it into a sculpture at the entrance of the Central Library.

Seriously, why does she always have to be associated with those weirdos?

"Okay, so what do you want to say?"

"I believe Hetalin's idea is correct. But current technology can't verify her theory.
However, there is a way for me to know the answer. For this, I need your help, Tuan."

Mia's beautiful blue eyes gazed into Tuan's eyes, making her feel uneasy. So
cunning! Looking at her so affectionately, how can she refuse?

"Okay, Mia. What do I need to do?"

*** *** ***

"Tuan, turn me into a puppet."

That happened two weeks ago.

Do souls really exist in this world? Even Tuan herself couldn't help but seriously consider it.

If possible, it would be better if they didn't.

The thought of a ghost watching her as she made the puppet made her restless
.

But she couldn't help but pray that souls truly existed.

That day, she refused Mia's request. As a result, Mia went on a hunger strike and secretly contacted other
puppeteers. Fortunately, she had many connections; otherwise, Mia would have already sold her body to some
lewd man. The thought of Mia's body being played with by some disgusting, ugly man made her
want to vomit.

Ultimately, a week later, she had to give in to Mia.

However, the preparations were also very troublesome. After all, turning a living person into a puppet was far more complicated than turning a dead one.

Besides the necessary documentation proving consent, the insertion of metal needles into the spine would produce indescribable
pain, enough to cause death, so anesthetic drugs, hypnotic gases, and even
music to relax the soul were essential.

However, Mia was quite happy about this. Perhaps for scientists, truth is paramount
.

Mia was strapped to a metal operating table, her long white hair cascading down the tilted table.

First, it was time to administer the medication. Tuan held a syringe containing a mixture of several anesthetic drugs in her hand. But,
should she really do it? She hesitated.

"Wait!"

"Mia, are you going to stop? I really don't think we should do this."

"No, Tuan. Do you remember that paper bag I was holding? It contains the virtual soul
program I made myself. Those people at the Joint Workshop always reject my research. That's why I don't want to use what they make."

Is that so? What a pity, I thought you would change your mind.

The medication was injected under Mia's smooth skin. The powerful anesthetic effect began to take hold, and her body slowly
went limp. Then, she put on a mask, pressed a switch, and pink aphrodisiac gas began to fill the room.
Finally, music, soothing and calming music, began to play from a music box. As the music played, Mia's vision
gradually blurred, her pupils dilated, and she lost her luster.

"Mia?"

The white-haired girl didn't answer; she simply slumped on the bed, a dazed smile on her face. Tuan suddenly
realized this was the first time she'd seen such a simple, dazed smile on this eccentric friend.

But she decided to check anyway.

With that thought, she reached out her finger and inserted it into her friend's hidden crevice, fiddling with it.
It seemed to work well; in her trance-like state, she didn't react at all,
not even when her nipples were rubbed.

A collar was placed on her neck, and a metal needle was slowly inserted.
A metal plate containing the virtual soul program from the paper bag was inserted into the rotary computer. With a soft whirring sound, the language woven from spiritual essence began to be
written into the living body.

The program Mia had written was unusual; the body didn't show the usual twitching reaction, which puzzled Tuan,
who wondered if she had injected the correct magical essence. However, out of a technician's conscience, she decided to begin
testing.

>Test: Flexion and extension movements of finger joints.

>Test: Lateral movement of neck joints.

>Test: Twitching response of extremity muscle bundles.

>Test...

...

Is it because it's a program I created?

The compatibility of the virtual soul is outrageously high. It's no wonder it's Mia, is it? However, the most crucial
question is the last one.

It determines whether Mia's sacrifice was in vain.

>Question: Do you possess a soul?

In an instant, Tuan sensed something amiss. As if finally finding its target, its relaxed muscles tensed
, its lifeless gaze sharpened again, and then it widened its eyes and opened its mouth.

"..."

No sound came out, but it was undoubtedly a wail.

"Mia! You're right, you're right! I'll, I'll..."

Tuan frantically grabbed Mia's head, wanting to pull out the metal needle from her neck, but
stopped the moment its hand touched the needle.

What would happen if it was pulled out?

Even if it could be saved, because its spinal cord was damaged, Mia would be paralyzed for life. Her body would
wither on the bed, her smooth skin would become dull and lifeless, she would continue to be questioned by the academic community, and more importantly,
she would leave his side once again.

Mia, Mia was so unattainable.

But…

…

“Mia, forgive me…”

Tears streamed down her face, the cold droplets landing on Mia’s body. As the second anesthetic
was injected, the girl’s pained expression gradually subsided.

He could no longer turn back; more than the denial of Mia’s theories, he wished for Mia
to stay by his side.

A pale green crystalline preparation was pushed into Mia’s body by trembling hands. Slowly, the girl’s body
was transformed into a strange pure white, then into magnificent crystalline colors. Mia’s soft skin, her smooth
white hair, her captivating smile, her extraordinary eyes—each element faded from Tuan’s memory, becoming cold, hard
mineral crystals.

"Mia...Mia...come here..."

The crystalline female body silently walked to Tuan's side, awaiting her final step.

She could no longer hold back; tears mixed with liquefied carbon crystals were poured onto Mia's body.

Commands were continuously written in:

>Command: Mia belongs to Tuan.

>Command: Mia loves Tuan.

>Command: Mia doesn't like wearing clothes.

>Command: When Tuan is sad, Mia must comfort him.

>Command: When Tuan is lonely, Mia must stay with him.

>Command...

...

...

When she awoke from her dream, the tear tracks had dried.

A long-haired, braided, metallic female body stood before her, her lifeless eyes staring into
an unknown void.

She would never see Mia again, the vibrant Mia who would wave her hand and say "yo" to her.

Only this clumsy, naked female puppet remained.

"Mia... I missed you so much..."

Tears welled up in her eyes again. Mia's puppet tilted its head in confusion, then turned away.

It really wasn't Mia. Thinking this, Tuan cried even harder, until a metallic arm
offered her a towel.

"Mia..."

"We'll never..."

"Never be separated again..."

Holding the girl's naked, metallic body, feeling the coolness rubbing against her skin, she finally
felt reality again.

Mia would never leave her again.

Although the distance between him and her remained so, so very far. But Mia…

Mia belonged to Tuan…

Chapter Four: Tuan

The best material… was a corpse…

because a corpse that hadn't yet decomposed preserved intact bones, muscles, and skin.

With slight repairs to the wounds, the injection of a virtual soul constructed from spiritual essence, followed by crystallization of the flesh and covering it with carbon crystal to create
a metallic outer layer, a golem was complete.

However, there was a problem. The lost soul, weighing a total of 7 grams, could not be recovered.

…

“Mia… do you dream too…”

A small metallic hand gripped the syringe, carefully calculating the mixed medicine, slowly injecting it through the needle
under Tuan’s fair skin.

“It’s so beautiful. I thought it was impossible to make.”

Those were the words he spoke to Mia’s mentor on the day of Mia’s funeral.

"I never imagined that a polio patient could be made into such a beautiful form. It seems you've grown
into an excellent puppeteer. Tuan~"

"Polio...?"

"You didn't know?" The elderly mentor looked surprised. "Polio causes the spinal
cord to slowly deteriorate, eventually making it impossible to infuse a virtual soul."

The mentor's words didn't end there, but she couldn't hear anything anymore. Holding Mia's cold little hand,
her heart turned cold as well.

Did Mia give up being human for her pursuit? Or did she
choose to live as a puppet to stay by her side?

After that, she was awakened countless times in her dreams by Mia's open mouth and shouting. Was what she had done,
concealing the existence of a soul, really fair to Mia?

So... she began to analyze the virtual soul left behind by Mia—the structure of Mia 1.0...

The vast majority of it was similar to a normal structure.

But what remains is…

>Structure: Mia loves Tuan

>Structure: Mia longs for the puppet

>Structure: Mia likes the puppet's smooth skin

>Structure: Mia likes the puppet's unchanging, sculpture-like appearance.

>Structure: Mia cannot become a puppet after death

>Structure: Mia wants to know if souls exist

>Structure: Mia cannot accompany Tuan

>Structure: So, if souls exist

>Structure: Mia wants a puppet with her soul to accompany Tuan forever…

Too cunning…

Wouldn't that make her and Mia drift further apart…

Such a future, such waiting…

No way…

So…

So she…

Pink gas filled the air, entering her body. With the music box's melody, Tuan's eyes
became hazy…

“Mia… loves… you… I… come…”

“…”

The girl smiled, entering a hazy dream. A metallic arm lifted her fiery red hair.

The best material is a corpse.

Because if living people were used as materials, the puppeteer might commit suicide out of guilt afterward.

His and Mia's teacher had said that.

But Tuan is fine. This isn't suicide, nor is it a double suicide; it's for eternity. Tuan and Mia
will be together forever.

The metal rotating computer began to spin its components rapidly. Naturally existing spiritual elements were bound and woven
into the puppets' language, which then constructed virtual souls. These souls, then along metal needles, were injected into
the red-haired girl's spinal cord, ultimately becoming the central nervous system driving her body.

That wasn't a soul created in the workshop, nor was it Mia 1.0, written by Mia.

It was the soul of the puppets who recorded Tuan and Mia's story, the soul of lovers.

>Structure: The day Tuan met Mia, her friend became a puppet.

>Structure: Tuan, who was avoiding her friend, met Mia in an abandoned park.

>Structure: Tuan fell in love with Mia at first sight.

>Structure: However, Mia seemed to really like puppets.

>Structure: So, in order to get Mia's attention, Tuan wanted to become a puppeteer

…

>Structure: Mia contracted polio.

>Structure: Mia couldn't become a puppet after death.

>Structure: Mia wanted to know if souls existed.

>Structure: Mia wanted to stay with Tuan

…

>Structure: Mia said, "Make me a puppet, Tuan."

>Structure: Although it was very sad, Mia still became a puppet.

>Structure: Mia's puppet accompanied Tuan

…

>Structure: Tuan knows the truth

>Structure: Tuan is sad

>Structure: Tuan is lonely

>Structure: Tuan feels very far away from Mia

>Structure: Tuan wants to become like Mia >Structure: Tuan

is coming

>Structure: Tuan likes Mia

…

The Ling Su’s language was completely infused, and the red-haired girl’s eyes stared blankly at the metallic puppet
girl in front of her.

>Test: The flexion and extension of the finger joints.

>Test: The left and right movement of the neck joints. >

Test: The twitching reaction of the muscle bundles in the extremities.

>Test…

… No sound was uttered, but the language woven by the Ling Su surrounded the girls. It was as if they were communicating with each other

through their souls .

The crystallizing injection was injected, and the vibrant flesh, the burning blood, the warm body temperature—
everything about humanity was rapidly fading, until even the long, fiery hair was stained
into translucent crystals.

"Tuan, shall we take a bath together?"

As if hearing a friend's whisper, the crystalline girl nestled beside the metallic puppet.

Although it was merely a language woven by spirits,

it was alright. Tuan and Mia would be together forever.

The girl's naked body frolicked in the carbon crystal pool, staining each other with a pure metallic sheen. Their tongues intertwined
, eroding each other's bodies. Tuan possessed Mia, and Mia possessed Tuan; the metallic color permeated
everything around them. At dawn, they embraced, intertwined, and caressed each other, the two golems sitting hand in hand
...

>Command: Mia loves Tuan, never to be separated

>Command: Tuan loves Mia, never to be separated

Chapter Five: Epilogue

The story of Mia and Tuan ends here.

The human kingdom has been destroyed for a thousand years; now it is the world of elves.

Even so, the king's forced marriage law is unbearable for many elves, whose love is already prevalent in lesbian relationships
.

My sister must have felt the same way, which is why she led me to escape to the depths of this former human city.

And here, we saw a strange shop.

Although a thousand years have passed, it still operates under the maintenance of beautiful golems.

The shop's owners are a pair of beautiful golems named Mia and Tuan.

After reading their story, the fear in my heart slowly subsided. They were lovers too
. Just like my sister and I...

Just as I was struggling with how to speak, my sister suddenly spoke.

"Hey, I want to become Mia..."

How cunning of her to just say that like that. Well then, I, I also...

"I want to become..."

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