Stuck in the Wall Bunny Girl (2)
A girl with silver hair and red eyes, wearing pure white stockings and a snow-white bunny girl outfit. The girl opened her mouth and spoke.
“Y-you! You’re the employee, right? This… the product is a bit strange!”
Her tone was rather clumsy.
Ghost stories are ultimately phenomena built on rules. Those rules can be quite arbitrary, but once they’re set, even the anomaly itself cannot recklessly violate them.
For example, this particular anomaly had defined itself as a large supermarket. Whether it liked it or not, it had to behave like one at all times. Breaking that rule would cause the anomaly to lose its identity and collapse.
In short, it had an obligation to carry out a kind of role-play.
If I insisted on my role as a customer, the anomaly would have no choice but to treat me as one.
And department stores have all kinds of customers.
“Y-you! You’re the employee, right? This… the product is a bit strange!”
“Yes…? That’s right. The card I played this time was acting like an absolute Karen! I was throwing a wrench into the anomaly’s role-play.
These things imitate humans clumsily. In most cases, they only copy the surface appearance to maintain the bare minimum. It’s a weakness that comes from being unable to understand the complex structures and circumstances of human society.
What if I got the store to admit fault here? I could demand some kind of compensation or threaten to leave and demand they guide me to the exit.
“Look at this! Is this really Boksoonja’s eyeball? The name is Korean, but why are the pupils blue?”
“Just a moment, customer… First, the product that ran away behind—”
“I-I’m talking right now! Are you ignoring me? Who’s the manager here? Get the manager out!”
“Uh… uhh? Uhhhh…”
Don’t get intimidated by that viciously built monster, Lee Hasol. You are still a customer. The moment it swings that knife without thinking, the anomaly will be unable to maintain its identity as a supermarket. That would be my victory. The ghost story itself would collapse, and I would escape naturally.
The monster gripping the large blade rolled its eyes, completely at a loss. It was clear my Karen act was working spectacularly.
“C-customer. Please calm down first…”
“Do I look like I can calm down right now? You ignored me! Why are Boksoonja’s pupils blue?!”
“I’ll look into it, so if you could lower your voice a little…”
At the same time, a strange, pleasurable sensation ran through my body like a shiver.
I… guess I’ve always wanted to try something like this at least once!
Every service worker in Korea suffers because of people like this. Even when I was a civil servant, I was no exception. There were more than a few times I got an emergency call while eating, only to discover it was a false report. One guy even claimed it was hypotensive shock, then asked us to warm up some side dishes once we arrived.
Back then I just laughed it off, but since I’m only human, some resentment must have built up inside me. Being able to throw a full-blown tantrum without any guilt was more fun than I could have imagined.
After all, the neighboring country Japan once held an exhibition called the Flame-Up Exhibition where people could directly experience behaviors that had caused controversy for being public nuisances.
The 'Praising Goddess' cannot hide her bewilderment. She is confused whether this action is noble or not.
Of course it’s noble. Can’t you see the civilian behind me? This is all part of a rescue operation. I have to draw attention so the person who called for help can stay safe, right?
So brace yourself, anomaly. Korea has 1.17 million civil servants. Service industry workers number a staggering six million. Do you think a clumsy imitator like you can handle the accumulated difficult-customer database of the real professionals? I’ll show you the malice rescue workers have built up from countless malicious complaints!
“Look at this! This internal organ is weird too. Isn’t this blackened part tar? Didn’t you even do basic quality control?”
But at that moment, I didn’t realize something.
Only people who have played know how to play. Only people who have thrown tantrums know how to throw them well. And in my entire life, my face had never been particularly thick-skinned.
Besides, modern anomalies were top-tier at handling Karens.
“Hello, customer.
“I am the Manager of Daon Mart. From now on, I will be assisting you.
“What seems to be the inconvenience, customer?”
An anomaly wearing a black suit appeared before me.
I ran into one inside an abnormal phenomenon the other day. She seemed insanely strong. Just slammed straight into a car with her body and didn’t get a single scratch. Anyway, that’s not the important part.
Her ability was seriously weird. She suddenly pulled out some kind of whip and said she could hit me without causing injury, then told me to present my butt. While she was spanking me, I felt strangely good, and when I came to my senses, we had already escaped successfully.
She had an incredibly pretty face, but for some reason I can’t remember what she looked like at all. So has anyone here met a bunny girl hunter? If you can get in touch, I have a personal favor I’d like to ask.
While Hasol was picking every possible fault with the monster, Seo-gyeom, who had collapsed earlier, finally regained consciousness.
It had been so terrifying just moments ago. Maybe it was the sense of being protected by someone. Or maybe the sight of a bunny girl throwing a tantrum at an anomaly was simply too bewildering. Either way, his returned senses began to assess the situation around him.
Come to think of it, I’ve heard the rumors a few times. That bunny girl hunter.
She was someone who had begun to be talked about here and there over the past few days. A strange hunter who was suspiciously strong and unrealistically beautiful. Because no one could accurately remember her face, she was sometimes treated as a new meme or even an abnormal phenomenon herself.
Even Seo-gyeom had simply laughed off the post he saw not long ago. Who would have thought that ridiculous post was one hundred percent pure fact?
Seo-gyeom let out a bitter smile. In other words, he had gained enough composure to smile bitterly. It seemed his life now rested in that bunny girl’s hands.
His attention naturally shifted toward the conversation between Hasol and the anomaly.
“Customer. Ms. Boksoonja was a human with ice-type abilities.”
“She was an awakened? Ah, so that’s why the pupils were blue…”
“Correct. Our Daon Mart always strives tirelessly to provide high-quality products. Allow me to emphasize that once again.”
The monster that had been chasing Seo-gyeom had vanished somewhere. It looked strangely dejected, and the last thing he saw was the employees patting its shoulder.
The anomaly who had introduced itself as the Manager was handling Hasol with extremely professional skill. It had naturally neutralized one of Hasol’s complaints.
“This! The black stuff inside the organs? This means it wasn’t even properly washed, right!”
“I understand your concern, customer. However, I must inform you that the substance is not tar but coagulated blood.”
“……”
“Our Daon Mart also sells organs that have been thoroughly washed of all blood. If you wish, I can guide you to that section.”
No. It wasn’t just one.
No matter what Hasol said, the anomaly responded like a competent manager. If Hasol had been a truly seasoned Karen, he might have pulled out other variations. But up until now, Lee Hasol had lived a life far removed from such behavior. The type who finished his business as quietly as possible wherever he went. His natural personality wasn’t one that could treat others harshly.
The malicious complaints he had received as a paramedic weren’t helping much now, either.
“Customer. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”
“Uh, um… Well……”
In other words, what this meant was:
…It looks like our hunter just lost a war of words to an anomaly?
Hasol’s Karen act had failed to shatter the anomaly’s role-play. And it wasn’t just failure. He had now completely fallen into a position of being counterattacked.
“By the way, customer. Might I ask if there is any reason you must maintain your current attire?
“Our Daon Mart is a space utilized by customers of various races and social strata.
“Excessively provocative clothing may result in removal from the premises.”
The hunter had just been lectured by an anomaly about wearing a bunny girl outfit in a public place.
Suddenly, a ding-ding-ding bell seemed to ring inside Seo-gyeom’s head. The kind that sounds at the end of a fighting match. The ring bell announcing the end of the round.
The result was undoubtedly the anomaly’s victory. It was a gap so wide that even if Seo-gyeom gave a biased judgment, it couldn’t be overturned.
Whether from shame or not, Hasol’s cheeks and the back of her neck had turned bright red from behind. Soon, her trembling lips parted.
“Customer?
“I will now assist you with the product checkout. As for the clothing…”
“Sh-shut up! Where does a mere anomaly get off criticizing my outfit!”
“Krrraaaaagh!”
A perfectly executed straight punch! With a tremendous boom, the Manager anomaly was sent flying, and even the sturdy shelves collapsed in pieces.
The power was hard to believe had come from a single punch. Instead of admiring it, Hasol turned around, scooped Seo-gyeom up like a piece of luggage, and carried him. It was the classic princess-carry position. When he shifted his head slightly, a clearly defined collarbone line came into view.
“What are you looking at…?”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
The embarrassed look on her face was strangely seductive.