Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Without the catgirl's interference, Mil felt much more at ease and skipped and hopped towards Eileen's house.

She kept an eye on her surroundings the whole way, but the shadowy figure didn't appear, which made her very disappointed.

Finally, she arrived in front of a villa.

She skillfully scaled the wall and entered the courtyard. Although there were defensive traps set up here, Eileen had also set up a pass for Mir, so these things would not be triggered for her.

Standing on tiptoe to the villa's door, Mil instinctively wanted to punch the expensive, clearly not cheap wooden door in front of him.

But looking at his clenched, fair little fist, Mil gave up on this tempting idea; he didn't have the monstrous strength of the puppet anymore.

The girl reluctantly moved a small stool from the yard to the front door, stood on the stool, and rang the doorbell.

If nothing happens, press again.

Still nothing? Keep pressing the buttons!

Ding dong ding dong ding dong...

"Here it comes! Who's going to be playing with someone's doorbell so late at night?" Even though she already knew who it was, Eileen still complained.

Click! Bang!

The opening of the wooden door knocked over the small stool, causing Mill, who was standing on it, to fall backward. Fortunately, Eileen reacted quickly and caught him.

This door opens outwards! The design is extremely illogical; I give the architect a bad review!

However, what Mil didn't know was that the door was actually a two-way door that Eileen had deliberately designed, but she always opened it outwards on purpose.

He supported himself under Mil's armpits and carried her inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. He then carried Mil to the living room and placed her on the sofa. The whole process was done with practiced ease, as if it wasn't the first time.

"So, why are you here looking for me at this hour instead of sleeping? Are you hungry again?" Eileen said helplessly, sitting across from Mil and resting her chin on her hand.

"Hmm, I'm hungry." The girl looked up at Eileen pitifully.

"Didn't I buy you a ton of snacks?"

"We've finished eating."

"There's still some cabbage at home, I'll stir-fry it for you."

"No cabbage!" Mildred loathed cabbage.

"If you're a picky eater, I won't cook for you anymore." Eileen stood up, patted her waist, and looked at the girl expressionlessly.

"Waaah~ I'm not going to grow up, I don't need to supplement with unnecessary nutrients." The girl clenched her fists and made a last-ditch effort in a weak voice.

However, the cruel Eileen ignored the girl's statement:

"That won't work either. We only have cabbage left at home. You'll just have to go hungry."

"I understand, Eileen." Mil puffed out her cheeks, looking aggrieved.

"What did you call me?" Eileen narrowed her purple eyes.

To be honest, at first this girl always called me bba. At the time, I didn't know what bba meant. It wasn't until one day when I learned from movies and TV shows that bba meant old woman that I realized I had been called that by Mil for so long.

Little Mir's bottom was red for a week.

"Mommy~" the girl called out sweetly.

Eileen nodded in satisfaction and patted the girl's head: "Good girl~ Mommy will go make you some food."

Daughters are much more pleasing to the eye. Although they are equally mischievous, a cute little girl is considered mischievous, while a doll-like brat is considered courting death.

I picked up an apron, tied it on, and headed towards the kitchen.

To be honest, at first I just kept this girl by my side as a ticking time bomb that I couldn't mess with. When did I really start raising her as my daughter?

Eileen felt a little melancholy.

Thanks to this little girl, my cooking skills have improved a lot. I used to only know how to make terrible dishes, and no matter how hard a certain woman tried to correct me, she couldn't succeed.

Thinking of this, Eileen smiled gently. Sometimes, a lover is no match for a child.

Chapter 10: I got spanked

Seeing Eileen walk into the kitchen, Mil kicked off his little leather boots, picked up the CD that Eileen had bought from the real world, inserted it into the DVD player, and started watching TV.

That's the downside of this other world: the interference of magic makes it difficult for the internet to develop in this world, even though electrical appliances can be used.

When Eileen finished cooking, she immediately saw the girl sitting on the sofa, fiddling with her pearly toes while watching TV – an unseemly sight.

"You brat! Aren't you filthy? Go wash your hands right now!"

"I'm not dirty at all, I'm very clean!" The girl waved her little fist in dissatisfaction, but still obediently put on her slippers and went to wash her hands.

It's clear that Eileen has exuded her authority to the fullest in the past three years, but unfortunately, once she transforms back into the puppet boy, most of her authority is ignored.

Eileen didn't know if Mil was dirty or not. The girl never had any odor; instead, she had a milky scent. But even if Mil was clean, Eileen wouldn't allow her to eat without washing her hands after touching her feet.

Eileen picked up her cup and poured herself a cup of tea. Before she even started drinking, she felt a cool sensation on her back.

Eileen turned around expressionlessly and looked at the girl wiping her hands with her clothes, which startled the girl, causing her to shrink back.

Okay, take back what I said earlier. This girl is just mischievous at heart. Eileen is overthinking things about being authoritative and suppressing her.

What to do when your child is naughty?

A beating will do the trick!

He grabbed the girl's collar, pulled her onto his lap, and then slapped her buttocks several times.

"Waaaah—I was wrong! I'm sorry!"

"What did you do wrong?" Eileen looked at the girl she had made cry with cold eyes.

"Waaah—I shouldn't have used Eileen's clothes to wipe my hands." The girl sobbed, hiccuping through her tears.

What should you call me?

"Mama!"

After receiving a satisfactory compliment, Eileen laid the girl down and rubbed her bottom.

"Does it hurt?" I didn't use too much force, nor did I hit too many times.

"pain--"

"Will you still make Mom angry in the future?"

"I'm not going to provoke them."

It was obvious he was lying, but Eileen didn't pursue the matter further; if she continued to hit him, she would only hurt herself.

"Alright, let's eat."

With tears welling up in her eyes, the girl put the cabbage into her rice, took a bite, and then her face scrunched up.

I really don't understand why something as hard to eat as cabbage is listed as food.

The girl felt that eating cabbage was more painful than being spanked, but in order not to go hungry, she still endured the discomfort and ate a small bowl.

Eileen looked speechlessly at the girl who looked like she was being tortured: "She's just not that hungry."

"Go take a shower after you finish eating."

"I'm very clean!" the girl said, indicating that she didn't want to waste her time on such meaningless things.

"No matter how clean you are, you still have to go take a shower!" Eileen ignored the girl's opinion and carried her towards the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom, he first helped the girl take off her clothes, and then began to take off his own clothes.

Although I had just washed myself, I knew that if I left the girl to wash alone, it would take her forever.

(Crimson King! Skipping the two thousand words that should have happened!)

After helping the girl wash up, Eileen carried her to her room.

Mir looked at her, puzzled.

Eileen picked up the alarm clock from the bedside table and said to the girl, "Mill, tell me what time it is."

"nine thirty."

"Yes, good boy, you're already asleep." With that, Eileen handed Mir a nightgown.

"I can sleep by myself..."

"No, you're sleeping here tonight!" Eileen said in an unyielding tone.

Eileen dared not let her sleep alone, because if she did, she might stay up late watching TV again.

Even if she doesn't stay up late watching TV, I can't let her sleep alone. This girl kicks off the covers when she sleeps. Although she hasn't been sick yet, she might catch a cold one day.

In conclusion, letting the girl sleep alone is tantamount to allowing her to harm herself. It's alright when she's a doll, since dolls are tough and resilient.

As for turning her into a doll to sleep, that's absolutely unacceptable. Last time, they made Mir do that, and the doll unconsciously punched the wall in her sleep, destroying the wall separating him and Eileen. That's the main reason why the apartment building for the "Special Class" is built so solidly.

"Behave yourself and go to sleep," Eileen commanded.

After the girl put on her pajamas and got into bed, Eileen turned off the lamp and got into bed herself.

Eileen didn't do anything like using the girl as a body pillow; her C-cup breasts would probably make the girl breathless.

But the sleeping girl wasn't so well-behaved; she put her legs over Eileen and hugged her.

Afraid of waking the girl, Eileen didn't push her away. She was prepared to be bothered by the girl that night, and whether she could sleep or not was not important.

So, Eileen barely slept all night, spending the whole time covering the restless girl with a blanket. However, with her A-level psychic powers, not sleeping for a night was no big deal.

As dawn approached, Eileen dozed off for a while. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mil, who had already woken up, lying on his side in bed looking at her—well, like a puppet.

"Yo~" Wearing the school uniform she wore before transforming into a loli yesterday, Mir propped her chin on one hand and greeted the beautiful woman in front of her with a seductive pose.

Unlike most girls who would scream or whine upon seeing a man in their bed in the morning, Eileen calmly sat up and changed her clothes in front of Mil.

Her calm demeanor disappointed Mil, whose prank had failed.

"Kid, how long do you plan to lie down? Didn't you bring back a little girl yesterday? As a senior, shouldn't you help her familiarize herself with the academy?" After saying that, he threw the alarm clock in front of Mil and told him to check the time himself.

You weren't like this yesterday. Women are truly creatures that can turn their backs on you in an instant.

Mir went to the bathroom to wash up. To make things easier, he simply removed his head and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror so that the toothpaste wouldn't drip onto his clothes.