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Sickly, pitiful bottom x doting, scheming top
As the young heir to the prestigious magic family known as the "Starshine" clan, Yun Qi can't even conjure the simplest fireball. Fortunately, he's quite talented at alchemy.
To avoid unnecessary socializing, socially anxious little Yun Qi gets the idea of making a puppet to take his place. But as a picky alchemist, he can't stand ordinary, low-grade puppets.
Just as he's about to give up, he stumbles upon a scroll of soul-summoning magic in his home.
If he uses a mature soul as the puppet's core...
The good news is that the soul-summoning spell works, and Yun Qi creates the world's first puppet with a mind of its own.
The bad news is that this puppet seems... just a little bit beyond his control.
Yun Qi clutches his blanket and cries: Y-you! I'm your master!
The puppet smiles, but mercilessly pulls away the obstructing blanket: Of course, my little m-a-s-t-e-r~
"Can't I have even one piece?!" Yun Qi gazes at the blueberry cake right in front of him, practically drooling onto the table.
The esteemed knight captain lifts him like a kitten and tucks him into the warm bed. "It's bedtime."
Curled up in his puppet's arms, Yun Qi wakes in the middle of the night: Something's wrong. This is very wrong.
"By the way, Cang Ming, do puppets have those kinds of needs?" One day, Yun Qi takes notes in a little notebook, looking impossibly innocent.
"That depends on the puppet's materials. What materials did you use to make me?" Cang Ming asks with a smile as he pours Yun Qi a cup of tea.
"A werewolf's claws, a unicorn's horn, and a dragon's scales." Yun Qi counts them off on his fingers.
"Hm? Why are you drawing the curtains? It's still daytime."
Cang Ming gently lays the boy on the bed and presses a fingertip to Yun Qi's chattering lips. Hush. You might end up crying very messily in a little while.
Premise: Does getting a gold medal in one shot count?!
""The rales in your lungs are through the door" is a big bug for the author~ rales in the lungs As expected of a knight commander, his hearing is really good