Chapter 33 - Psycho Song Eun-hye (1)
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Song Eun-hye strode toward me, looking seriously pissed off. For a woman who usually showed no emotion, she was expressing herself pretty damn well today. Why the sudden turbo boost like something's hurting her? Is it that time of the month...?
“And you...”
She seemed to notice Jeong Yeonjeong, whom I was carrying, a bit late. Frowning at her, Jeong Yeonjeong responded to Song Eun-hye's words with a sinister grin that made her already creepy face look even more wicked, clearly enjoying the reaction.
“Heh heh, looks like the little transfer student asked you out on a date as thanks for saving him on the subway? Too bad, but I've already fucked this dickhead kid raw.”
You said he was a virgin before... And why do all the women in this world think I'm a virgin anyway? Min Eunjeong that red-haired bitch already stole my virginity whole.
“...What?”
Song Eun-hye's usual mysterious blank expression cracked at Jeong Yeonjeong's out-of-left-field, bizarre remark. Seizing the moment, Jeong Yeonjeong roughly dropped me to the floor and boldly thrust up a finger.
“I slammed him down on the floor and pounded him with a mating press, and he was moaning and shaking his hips like a bitch in heat?”
“...You. I think you're misunderstanding something. I and this kid...”
“Ah, my crotch is getting all sticky again, fuck, I wanna do it more. Hey, get up. Let's do it right here.”
“...”
Song Eun-hye's bewildered expression darkened further. Her face looked like she was about to unleash a torrent of words any second. I held my breath and edged back a little. Only F-rank idiots get close to a bomb about to blow.
I quickly slipped a bit further into the motel interior.
But come to think of it, isn't this actually an opportunity?
Once more. Use the excuse of saving her to get close to Song Eun-hye. This time, pair it with actions to trigger her sympathy. I already know she's weak to the 'little brother' keyword.
Once might be a fluke, but twice? I can seduce her without screwing up.
Alright. Let's do it right now.
I sprang up from my spot, patted the dust off my ass with a few smacks, bowed my head briefly, then relaxed my eyes.
Sad thoughts, sad thoughts... Think about when Mom died... Good, my nose is tingling already. Reaction's coming.
The moment I snapped my head up to check Song Eun-hye's response—things happened all at once, out of nowhere.
“Huh?”
Song Eun-hye suddenly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around her fist. With a whoosh, she vanished, reappearing right in front of Jeong Yeonjeong's nose.
Thwack!—To put it precisely, it was the sound of something as hard as steel striking flesh. A familiar noise from my mafia days that I knew all too well, whether I liked it or not.
“Guh, guhgh...”
One punch was all it took. Song Eun-hye's movement was too fast for normal eyes to track. Compared to her, the untrained superhuman Jeong Yeonjeong crumpled from a single blow.
Knocked her out before she could activate her unique ability—right in the face?
Indeed, her unique ability Crying Ghost Bride requires transformation to activate. Hit her hard and fast before she changes, and physical attacks won't land after. As expected of a B-rank hero.
This is why I never fight this woman head-on. Crazy superhuman bitches.
Heroes don't have the right to just punch civilians willy-nilly. Not knowing Jeong Yeonjeong was a superhuman with a unique ability, that psycho Song Eun-hye decked her first for pissing her off, leaving her a wreck.
Though it might be because she openly admitted to raping me, marking her as a criminal...
Still, no excuse to swing like that. She was clearly pissed off emotionally.
No emotions? Bullshit. That was pure emotion.
“You!”
“Y-, yes...?”
“Come with me. Now.”
In the middle of cursing Song Eun-hye inwardly, she pointed at me, and I flinched, trembling slightly as I stuttered.
I had no idea why she was suddenly showing this outsized interest in me... but Psycho Song Eun-hye seemed hooked now. Her attitude had flipped hard today... for some reason.
“Hurry.”
Song Eun-hye grabbed my hand and yanked me along. Impossible strength from her slender arm dragged my small body into the room I was about to enter.
“Wha-wha-what?”
I made a dumb noise as I was pulled inside. Glancing back, Jeong Yeonjeong's collapsed form had already vanished.
To me, human emotions are like consumables. We inevitably form relationships in life—friends, family... And we burn through emotions in those bonds.
Joy, sorrow, anger—these limited, irreplaceable resources get tossed away.
Hoo...
A few years ago, I burned through all my emotions on what happened to my little brother.
In high school, after our parents died, I raised my one and only little brother. On his way home from the playground, villains grabbed him, raped him brutally, then murdered him.
Seeing his corpse abandoned like wartime trash ignited an indescribable rage—and sorrow—that fueled and scorched my entire body.
And that's how I awakened this.
Like ash left after burning fuel, I suddenly awakened my ability. To make excuses to my brother I couldn't protect, I unleashed it, brutally beating villains to death.
Yeah, like that psycho bitch I just punched in the face.
I thought I'd used up all my emotions.
After avenging my brother, I could no longer invest emotions in relationships. I'd already burned my lifetime supply.
But why? Seeing this kid's face again, I feel those spent emotions reigniting.
Why?
It's only been a day since I met this brat. I don't know his name, where he lives, his hobbies, or why he asked me out.
But—today, I can't ignore my heart pounding. It's like cool water flooding my parched, desert-like chest.
I wasn't interested at first. But second, third time seeing him... my feelings are shifting?
I need to figure it out right now.
Lock him in a room and dissect him. I used violence on some unnecessary woman in the process, but that's for lawyers to handle.
So I grabbed an unmanned motel room at the desk and tossed the boy into the bedroom.
The soft bed caught him without impact.
“Guh!”
He still winced, exhaling long—probably worn out from that woman earlier? He looked a bit frail.
“...Tch.”
Again, damn it! Useless emotions leaking out. Pity? For a kid with no connection to me.
“Come here.”
I climbed onto the bed to interrogate him. Up close, a scent wafted over.
Faintly fishy, yet... oddly sweet. Should feel weird, but it makes me feel good? Did he spray cologne? Anyway, smells nice. Yeah, good.
Sniiiiff, hnnngh... Is this why he looks different today?
They say a person's impression changes with scent alone, but can cologne revive emotions dead since my brother's death? If so, it'd have happened ages ago.
“What's your name?”
“I-Ivan... Sergeevich Ivanots...”
Sniiiiff, yep, foreign, sniiiiff, origin. Obvious at a glance. Not mixed though, sniiiiff, haaaah... Speaks Korean fluently.
His smarts remind me exactly of Eugene.
Thump— Heart racing again. My chest acting up, hard to keep a clear head.
“Um, excuse me...?”
“Hm.”
Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots—too long. Anyway, my 'Ivan' mumbled uncomfortably, poking at my arm like he was doing something wrong. Just like Eugene whining he was scared at night.
Yeah, like Song Eugene.
“Eugene.”
“Yes?”
“Song Eugene, come here.”
“W-wait... This is way too fast for the pl—...”
The blond-dyed hair—sniiiiff, haaaaa... sweet-scented Eugene slumped powerlessly into my arms. He used to squirm when I hugged him, saying it was stuffy, but today he was docile. Exhausted from playing outside? Yeah, that must be it. So he obediently let me hold him.
“Eugene.”
“N-no, I'm not Eugene...”
“Wanna play a fun game with sis after so long? How about house?”
“...Pardon? Wait, are you seeing me as your little brother right now?”
When I was in high school, back then. Anyway, Eugene loved playing house with me. I was Mom, he was Dad.
“Then you're Daddy, got it? Sis will be Mommy. Mommy.”
“Hey, fuck, if you're gonna go crazy, do it cleanly. What the hell kind of dogshit antics is this?”
“...Talking back to your heavenly wife right now?”
This insolent brat—even in play, I'm the wife now. I raised my palm and slapped his cheek three times.
“Aaaagh!”
It hurt my heart a lot, but discipline is needed. Future Eugene will be some husband's man too.
Wait, some husband's?
Eugene. Getting married? To who? He's still a kid. Too early for marriage.
And definitely! Eugene said he'd marry me.
Oh, so that means I'm Eugene's wife.
Which means Eugene... has to obey his heavenly wife's words. Yeah, he does.
“Eugene.”
“Hiiik! Y-yes! I'll listen! Don't hit me...!”
Finally. Showing the right attitude. Good boy. My Eugene.
“Strip.”
“Pardon?”
“Strip. Now.”
I muttered the command a wife naturally gives her husband.
