Who Taught You to Use a Curse Doll as a Shared-Sensation Doll? - Chapter 2

After sorting through the information in the comments, I finally understood my situation.

I, Qi Chuan, was nothing more than the simping second male lead in a post-apocalyptic survival novel.

After awakening my fire ability, I gathered the survivors at our university and built a faction of my own.

I could have lived comfortably for eight or ten years by scavenging around the campus and the surrounding area.

Then I met the heroine.

She was a medical prodigy from my university. Not only was she extraordinarily brave, she was also the key to ending the apocalypse.

I fell in love with her, won over by her noble ideals, and ended up breaking with Pei Wen because of her.

Later, I followed the heroine away from the university and headed for the capital base.

Before leaving, I tried to persuade Pei Wen to come with me. One badly chosen sentence led to a furious argument.

In the end, I slammed the door and left. Pei Wen cried out for me from behind, but I never once looked back.

A year later, I died protecting the heroine during an evacuation. The zombies didn’t even leave me an intact corpse.

When news of my death reached Pei Wen, he turned completely dark.

He became the novel’s greatest late-stage villain and nearly destroyed the plan to save the apocalypse single-handedly.

In the end, his scheme failed, and he took his own life.

Reading all that left me deeply unsettled.

At least I died with a good reputation. After the apocalypse ended, the heroine even had a statue of me erected in a park for people to admire.

But Pei Wen…

I glanced toward him. He was washing my clothes.

His fair face had grown thinner since the apocalypse, and his features were cool and aloof, beautiful beyond compare.

Sensing my gaze, he turned and smiled at me—gentle, serene, and pure as driven snow.

It was difficult to connect that beautiful face with the lecher who had just molested me from a distance.

What I wanted to contemplate even less was how he would die.

According to the comments, Pei Wen was captured late in the story and his puppet doll was taken away.

The heroine imprisoned him, but because my dying wish had been for her to take good care of him, she never had him executed.

Pei Wen, however, had nothing left to hope for.

He bit through the artery in his own wrist and bled to death.

How desperately must he have wanted to die to end his life in such an agonizing way?

I didn’t dare dwell on it.

While I was lost in thought, someone stroked my face.

The hand kept moving, trailing lower and lower.

Every trace of sympathy and sadness vanished, replaced by such mortification that I wanted to die on the spot.

I looked at Pei Wen. Sure enough, that bastard had stopped doing laundry ages ago.

He was furtively reaching into his coat, obviously fondling that so-called puppet doll.

Rage surged from my heart and lent me courage. I got up and kicked him.

Pei Wen stumbled and fell to the floor, looking up at me with wounded eyes.

“Did I make you angry? I’m sorry.

“If you’re still upset, you can kick me twice more.

“But whatever happens, please don’t leave me.”

For an instant, I instinctively wondered if I had kicked him too hard.

Feeling guilty, I opened my mouth. “I…”

Before I could say anything else, the comments erupted.

【Keep pretending. Go on, you two-faced little angel of a villain.】

【Maybe the second male lead’s kick turned him on.】

【The villain is probably already dreaming up new ways to use the doll.】

【That’s only because the second male lead sleeps like the dead every night. Nothing wakes him no matter what the villain does. Give it a few days—once the villain gets bolder, he’ll start playing with the living human doll.】

I jolted and hurried several steps backward.

Now I understood. My first priority wasn’t figuring out the plot. It was throwing away that damn doll!