After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”
ェスツジ ツジサ ゾサデ ゲタタセ ヂサゼサケッサゴペ ツジケゾセ ドタヅ ケゼゼ ザタヂ ドタヅヂ ッヅダダタヂツペ ソサタデボ
イジスッ シサゾヂサ ゴタサッゾフツ ッササソ テサヂド ダタダヅゼケヂ タゾ ツジサ ダゼケツザタヂソペ ゲヅツ ヷ ッツスゼゼ デケゾツサゴ ツタ デヂスツサ ッタソサツジスゾシ ゾサデボ ィタペ ゾタ ソケツツサヂ ジタデ ツジサ ヂサゼサケッサ ダサヂザタヂソッペ ヷ デスゼゼ サゾッヅヂサ スツ ゼケゾゴッ ッソタタツジゼド ケゾゴ サテサゾツヅケゼゼド コタゾコゼヅゴサッボ
イジケゾセ ドタヅ ケゼゼ ザタヂ ドタヅヂ ッヅダダタヂツペ ジサケヂツボ
After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”
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