Destroying the Virgin-the Making of a Saint-

Chapter 18: Everlasting Virgin Mary

After all the charity procedures were concluded, Akane was one step closer to my ideal figure, though still imperfect.

New limbs extended from Akanes torso. A smooth surface, as white as wax, not a speck of dullness. And, in pursuit of beauty, a work of art was created exclusively for Akane. To not marvel at this spectacle would have been ridiculous.

It is undeniable that it is imperfect and somewhat distorted, but what a beauty this is.

With my current techniques and funds, I could only handle up to the limbs, but soon I would have your entire body transformed into a perpetual beauty.

Then, as if she was eagerly awaiting the completion of the final touches, Akane woke up at the right moment.

Akane noticed the abnormalities in her body right away, but surprisingly, she did not show any signs of fussiness.

She seemed appalled and unable to even comprehend the current state of her own body.

What was implanted in Akane after the amputation of her limbs were inorganic puppets, limbs that embodied the cold, aesthetically stunning, undistorted, everlasting beauty.

Within the dimly lit room, a lovely maiden was in a fit of tears.

What are you?

Looking up at me standing in front of her, the maiden questioned in a voice almost scream-like.

Tell me why are you doing this wretched thing to me?

Wretched? What is so wretched about it? I have reconstructed you in this form because of my feelings for you.

I didnt reckon that I had done anything wretched to her. Well, would the general public regard my act as wretched?

Was it wretched to amputate the limbs of a lovely maiden and instead attach the limbs of a never-decaying, aesthetically appealing doll?

Not for me, I didnt agree. Right now, a stunningly attractive, inorganic dolls limbs were growing out of a hideous flesh-and-blood body before my eyes, and she was so strikingly prepossessing that I could hardly believe that she was from this world.

Moreover, freedom was denied to her, for her limbs lacked muscles and nerves were nothing more than a form. The exquisite maiden in front of me could not live without seeking my existence. The feeling that I was needed by her was once again present.

Repeating this fact over and over in my mind, I could not conceal my smile.

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But as she was right now, she was imperfect. Ultimately, her personality must be preserved while her body underwent remodeling into a flawless, ideal body. To achieve this, it would take years, if not decades, to perfect the techniques required for this.

Hence, I protected her so that she wouldnt be tarnished by mundane matters in the meantime.

And yet, ever since her awakening, her tears persisted. Even though I was acting out of love for her why?

Does the wound still hurt? Excuse me, perhaps the joint hasnt adjusted yet, just bear with it a little longer, it should adapt to your body in no time.

Her joints were undoubtedly throbbing. Bolts have been embedded in the severed surfaces to forcefully secure the dolls limbs, and the pain was causing her to cry out.

Worries were unwarranted, though, as human bodies were surprisingly stupid and could swiftly adapt to any pain.

I am afraid I will have to make you wait a little longer until you become a full-fledged living doll. Until then, please be patient with your distorted and disfigured flesh for only a little while longer.

A sense of apology washed over me toward her, for I did not know how much longer it would take to liberate her from her deformed flesh-and-blood body. Her soul would have to be bound to her flesh and blood until then.