After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 1

The steam-shrouded bathroom door was slowly pushed open, and a slender youth stepped out. His face was covered by a mask and he wore a rabbit-ear headband, leaving only his dark, obsidian eyes and thin, peach-blossom lips visible.

Wen Leling had just finished bathing. His long, thick lashes were still damp against his full eyelids. He dried the ends of his dripping hair with a towel as he walked barefoot toward the camera, the soles of his feet glowing with a warm, pink hue.

With each small step, the plush pom-pom beneath his skirt hem brushed lightly against his skin. The sensation tickled his legs, causing him to subconsciously press his thighs together and rub them.

“I am sorry to keep you all waiting. I was just drying my hair,” he said.

“Today is the special reward I promised you all,” he continued, facing the camera and stammering slightly as a rosy flush spread across his face.

Despite being a streamer for two or three months, Wen Leling was still not accustomed to wearing revealing outfits. He lacked the composure to handle interactions that were often censored. His rounded fingertips nervously scratched his delicate cheek as his eyes flickered uncertainly toward the screen.

[Ah! The baby is finally out! You look so soft, I want to squeeze you!]

[The rabbit tail ball! It moves! I am devouring this!]

[Is it itchy? Baby, you do not have to hide it when you squeeze your legs. There are no outsiders here; we love watching this.]

[Is this more suggestive content? Why does the platform not regulate this?]

“Cough, cough,” Wen Leling nearly choked on a sip of water. He quickly kicked the hater out of the chat. He could not afford to attract the platform’s scrutiny; he still needed this job to make a living for the time being.

[Gotta love Baby. Some people should not keep talking about suggestive content. If your mind is dirty, everything you see is dirty. My Baby is clearly a voice actor streamer.]

[I came here from the food section. Where can I buy this brand of taro paste cake?]

[Tail ball! Tail ball! Tail ball! Please show us the tail ball, Baby! (Sent Rocket ×20)]

A big tip had arrived. His manager had told him that paid requests could not be ignored. However, Wen Leling looked troubled as he glanced at the nearby mirror.

He saw a few strands of his damp, light-purple wig sticking to the snowy skin behind his ears. Perhaps due to poor quality, the water droplets were tinted purple, dripping onto his deep-V neckline and the tight-fitting rabbit suit with high-cut leg openings. The moisture instantly vanished into the fabric, but the dampness amplified the stuffiness of the clothes, making him even more uncomfortable.

He did not want to move, but seeing the flood of gifts, he awkwardly stood up, turned around, and shook his hips. The bell attached to the outfit rang softly. Wen Leling’s pale face flushed a deep crimson, as if it were about to burn.

[Look at that waist and those hips! Why can I not reach you!]

[Baby, a water droplet slid inside your clothes. Let me see where it went.]

[Baby, turn around! Look back at us! If you do not turn around, you are going to turn into Cream Puff Lele!]

[Move the camera down a bit, Baby. A friend of mine wants to see the carpet you are standing on. (Sent Rocket ×1)]

As Wen Leling turned back around, a magnificent golden effect flew across the top of the screen.

[ID: Lele’s Only Certified Husband] has entered the room.

Lele’s Only Certified Husband: [Tear the clothes open now. Send them to me via cash-on-delivery. (Sent Rocket ×99)]

[The top donor is here!]

[Please do not ban this, platform! Wait until I finish watching!]

[Tear it! Tear it! Tear it!]

Wen Leling remained unmoved but accepted the voice-chat request from “Lele’s Only Certified Husband.”

A deep male voice reached his ears: “Baby, you look beautiful today.”

“Thank you,” Wen Leling replied, quickly shifting into professional mode. A faint dimple appeared as he smiled. “Is work finished, Brother?”

“Not yet. I missed you. When are you ending the stream?”

“In about five minutes.”

“So early?” the man asked, surprised.

The next second, gift effects flooded the screen again.

Lele’s Only Certified Husband: [Sent Hearts ×9999]

“Baby, can you wait for me?”

That was not what Wen Leling meant. Realizing the man had misunderstood, Wen Leling waved his hands repeatedly. “Brother, I cannot. I have something to do later.”

“What is more important than me? Are you accompanying your other three brothers?”

“No, Brother, I really have something to do.”

There was a moment of silence. “Fine. When will my physical fan reward arrive?”

“Tomorrow morning!”

“Alright. Thank you for the hard work, Baby. I am leaving now.”

“Goodbye, Brother.” Wen Leling kept a soft smile, his eyes curving like crescent moons as he waved toward the camera.

“You will not even try to make me stay,” the man complained briefly before leaving the room.

Once certain the man was gone, Wen Leling breathed a long sigh of relief. He was secretly glad it was “Lele’s Only Certified Husband” who came in, rather than “Cuddle Lele,” “Love Lele for Life,” or “Lele’s Loyal Dog.” Because they were all wealthy top donors, the other three would have interrogated him and interfered with his decisions.

Wen Leling hated them intruding into his real life, yet he did not dare resist due to his current circumstances. Therefore, after receiving an appointment letter for a Guide position at the White Tower and scheduling a video interview for this afternoon, he had contacted the four top donors early to ask if they were free to watch the stream today. Surprisingly, their answers were unanimous: they were not free.

Wen Leling had been overjoyed. The reason was simple: if they were present, they would spam gifts to keep him streaming longer. If he refused, he would face interrogation from four people and risk losing his financial support.

Thinking the coast was clear, he had started the stream. He did not expect them to show up midway instead of working. Worrying that more might show up, he simply ended the stream early. Since it was still a bit early for his meeting with the White Tower staff, he decided to package and ship the physical rewards.

This particular reward was a 1/5 scale BJD doll customized to his exact body proportions. Only the four men who fought for the top donor spot were eligible to receive it. Other high-ranking donors received smaller items sent by his assistant. Regarding this preferential treatment, his manager had said, “This will stimulate the competitive spirit of others to send more gifts.”

To this, Wen Leling only offered a silent smile. Who could outspend those few? They threw money away like water.

After finishing the packaging, Wen Leling’s forehead was beaded with sweat. He called for a courier pickup. Before he could sit down to catch his breath, a staff member from the White Tower sent a text asking if it was convenient to talk earlier. Wen Leling agreed immediately. He had no reason to refuse. In an era where Guides were scarce and Sentinels frequently suffered from manic breakdowns, he looked forward to becoming a Guide to realize his self-worth and help protect humanity.

After labeling the packages and placing them by the door, he changed into a formal suit and headed to the study for the video call.

“Hello, Guide Wen.”

Even though he knew the job was a sure thing, Wen Leling could not hide his excitement. He rubbed his hands together and said solemnly, “Hello, Mr. Xia!”

Mr. Xia looked at the stunningly beautiful face on the screen and smiled. “Congratulations, Guide Wen. Regarding your assignment at the White Tower, the higher-ups have decided they want you to lead the newly formed Squad 012. There are currently four Sentinels in the squad: Fu Tingchuan, an S-class White Wolf Sentinel and the squad leader; Min Chi, an S-class Green Snake Sentinel; Zhou Xun, an S-class Golden Retriever Sentinel; and Xiao Wenye, an S-class White Leopard Sentinel.”

Wen Leling’s pupils dilated. He stared blankly at the four S-class Sentinel profiles popping up on his phone. He blinked repeatedly to make sure he was not seeing things, then rubbed his ears to ensure he had not misheard.

“Guide Wen, do you have a question?”

“I have a concern,” Wen Leling stammered. He decided it was better to be honest about his concerns since lives were at stake. “Mr. Xia, as you know, I only awakened three days ago. I am only a B-class. I am afraid that if I blindly take this job and my abilities fall short, I will disappoint the higher-ups and fail to provide proper soothing, worsening the Sentinels’ conditions. Please find someone else.”

Wen Leling did not want to gamble. Nowadays, Guides were so rare that Sentinels often had no choice in who guided them. Mismatched levels often led to accidents. The only way to escape danger was reverse guiding, which was strictly forbidden by the White Tower. Sentinels, fearing they would bring shame to their families, rarely resisted and simply accepted their fate when accidents occurred. They were hardly treated like human beings.

Mr. Xia talked until his throat was dry, refusing to give up. Even when he guaranteed that Wen Leling’s life would not be in danger and that the White Tower cherished every Guide, Wen Leling remained unmoved. He did not want to bet on anyone’s life.

He slowly realized that Mr. Xia’s mindset might have been institutionalized. His usual good temper gave way to slight irritation. As the pressure mounted, he considered hanging up but worried it would be rude.

Finally, he suppressed his annoyance and said seriously, “Mr. Xia, please ask the higher-ups to reconsider. A Guide’s life is important, but a Sentinel’s life is important too. Please choose a Guide who is truly suitable for them. Goodbye.”

Wen Leling hung up instantly. He tossed his phone aside and went to prepare dinner. As he went downstairs, the courier arrived. He watched the dolls being loaded onto the truck before heading back inside. After dinner, Wen Leling went to his bedroom and fell asleep immediately. Because he had recently awakened as a Guide, he needed more rest than usual to stabilize his mental energy.

Late into the night, a beam of moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, making his skin look cold and translucent. He looked like something meant to be viewed from afar, not disturbed.

In his deep slumber, Wen Leling’s brow suddenly furrowed. A strange sensation came from his inner thigh, distinct, as if someone had pinched him firmly with a fingertip.

“Mm,” he moaned, unconsciously squeezing his legs together in discomfort.

But peace did not follow. Instead, a warm, moist pressure covered his lips. It was a kiss. The kiss was wet and intense, accompanied by the realistic feeling of breath. It was as if someone had bypassed the limits of space to kiss him. He whimpered, trying to twist his body to escape, but he was like a rabbit caught in a spiderweb.

Fear began to set in. This was not a dream. A powerful danger warning blared in his mind, forcing a sliver of consciousness through his sleep. This feeling was so familiar. It was the sensation of being touched, yet with a slight, hollow distance.

Wen Leling snapped his eyes open as a bold realization struck him. His intuition told him that the dolls, which shared his senses, were being touched by someone else.

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