My Technique Is a Sympathetic Doll

She thought her technique could only make useless dolls.

Until those “dolls” turned around and imprisoned her life.

[Sukuna]

An abandoned child in the Heian era, Sukuna had to fight stray dogs for scraps. One day, he suddenly gained an invisible caretaker. An unseen hand soothed his wounds, and an imaginary embrace chased away the cold. He called that formless presence “my goddess.”

A thousand years later, the awakened demon god seized the trembling Zenin Ren.

“I found you.” His fingertips brushed her quivering cheek. “This time, I'll be the one to ‘raise’ you.”

[Illumi]

The eldest son of the Zoldyck family, who controlled everything, had finally encountered a presence he couldn't predict or control. Only the “dolls” occasionally sent irregular touches his way.

It completely ignited his pathological obsession.

“Once I find you,” his catlike eyes were empty and fixated, “I'll turn you into the most beautiful specimen, tie you up with Nen threads, and keep you in my room forever.”

She thought she was the only one claiming ownership, unaware that every touch and every tear of hers left a death-mark deep in those obsessive souls.

As the hunters follow the threads and close in on her world, how will she escape?

/Notes/ 1. One-on-one relationships in stages.

2. Ren's memories don't carry over between volumes. Each Ren is a counterpart in a different world, starting as a child and gradually growing up.

3. Contains male pregnancy!!

|Preview| Game Mission: Make the Boss Lose It

This is a full-dive RPG. The player's mission is to provoke negative emotions in the target characters.

[Sukuna]

He was an abandoned child in the Heian era, a four-armed monster everyone despised. One day, a wandering shrine maiden took her in. But it wasn't the start of a happy life. It was the start of utter chaos.

She was always teasing and tormenting her, putting an absurd amount of wasabi in his food and poking his face with a branch while he slept...

He bared his teeth in fury and chased her, biting and clawing, but she always laughed without a care.

Yet when he had a fever and collapsed in a filthy ditch, those hands gently stroked his burning skin and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Next time you bully me,” he muttered fiercely at the empty air, fever-dazed, “I'll eat you.”

But from then on, he learned to depend on her.

[Muzan]

He was a frail young nobleman who coughed up blood beneath the moonlight, spending every day beside his medicine jars and waiting to die as if waiting for dawn.

The new wandering doctor always advised him with a mix of compassion and teasing: “Look on the bright side. Life is short, so why cling to it? How about going out to the garden to admire the red spider lilies?”

At first, he thought the doctor was amusing. Later, he realized the pity in the doctor's eyes was genuine: pity for a dying insect.

That gaze corroded him more deeply than any poison.

Later, he became the Demon King and searched every inch of the land, all to find the insect who had dared to pity him.

“When I find you,” he smiled at the moonlight, coldness glinting between his teeth, “I'll make you experience ‘the fear of death, never knowing when it will arrive’...”

[Doma]

A young cult leader with oak-brown hair and rainbow-colored bangs, smiling at his followers, smiling at the world, smiling at everything.

The girl who always came to hear his sermons had no adoration or infatuation in her eyes, only an emotion he didn't recognize.

She looked at him as if he were a riddle she couldn't solve, then shook her head and left.

“Why leave?” He tilted his head, his smile unchanged. “Am I not interesting enough?”

Later, he learned to feel perplexed and dissatisfied. He learned to search among his followers again and again for those eyes that would never return.

[Sesshomaru]

The silver-haired dog demon stood atop a cliff. The wind could not stir his robes or his heart.

That tiny human had come and gone, like a speck of dust sinking into the sea.

He should have felt nothing.

So why, on certain full-moon nights, did he remember those eyes? Eyes that saw he would never waver, then turned away without a trace of regret?

“It doesn't matter,” he told himself.

But somewhere along the way, he began to care about every human who passed by, wondering whether their eyes held that same... disappointment at seeing right through him.

After saving up enough points, the player happily faked her death, quit the game, and returned to everyday life.

But when her classmate Itadori Yuji turned around, a damp, sinister look occasionally crossed those reddish-brown eyes, much like the gaze of a certain four-armed monster a thousand years later;

On her way home late at night, a beautiful woman in a black kimono stood at the alley entrance, smiling elegantly and mysteriously as she gave her a slight nod;

A pure white giant dog lay quietly in her yard, its silver mane stirring in the wind and moonlight illuminating the silent longing in its eyes;

A rainbow-haired host handed her a flyer, saying, “We offer emotional massages for women lost in Tokyo,” his smile flawless as a mask...

She thought it was all just a game, never realizing that every prank, every “look on the bright side,” and every time she turned and walked away had left something in the depths of their souls, something deeper than love and longer-lasting than hate: an obsession.

Theme: Kindness and compassion matter.