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!”
