Chapter 121
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Soju
After sitting there for a good long while, hacking and coughing, Crow finally hauled himself to his feet an hour later.
He desperately wanted to light up a cigarette and chain-smoke his way through some pills to forget all this misery,
"..."
but instead, he clutched the note Creep had left him and headed to where she was holed up.
"Hm hm hmm~"
Creep hadn't really expected Crow to show up.
Of course not. She was just cackling to herself, imagining the psychological torment and agony he must be going through over her pregnancy.
Knock knock-
But then someone knocked on her door.
It was a bit of a stretch to even call it a house.
Just a container she'd patched up in some out-of-the-way spot where no one ever passed by—a hideout she used now and then.
"..."
She'd been cooking diligently when she paused, wondering if she should grip the kitchen knife properly, but then cleared her throat and set it aside casually.
There weren't many people who knew to come looking for her, so guessing her visitor wasn't hard.
Even the jellies she'd laid out around the perimeter as a precaution were being peeled away one by one.
She could feel that merciless grip.
"Honey? Wait, why are you back so soon?"
Creep didn't bother preparing for a fight.
Instead, she snuck a glance in the mirror.
The wound from earlier was starting to heal, but she still looked a little rougher than usual. She wanted to at least put on some makeup.
"Hang on a sec? I'm still cooking-"
Creeeak-
But Crow didn't wait.
He just swung the door open casually and strode right inside.
"...Well, aren't you cool."
Creep grinned. She turned back for a moment, humming a little tune, then grabbed the frying pan again.
A thin sheet of egg for rolled omelets stretched across it.
"Wanna eat before you go? I made enough for two, special for my honey."
Ignoring her bustling housewife routine, Crow approached the counter, ripping apart the black tendrils of hers he'd torn off outside with his hands.
They melted like jelly,
whoosh-
and washed down the sink.
"Honey, if you do that, you'll clog the drain."
"You unclog it."
Crow turned off the water and wiped his hands roughly on his clothes. Then he flopped onto Creep's bed like it was no big deal.
She'd never lived with anyone else, so her place was tiny.
The total opposite of him.
Creep and Scardi...
Unlike Scardi's palace-like luxury,
Creep kept things simple and cozy, like a modest little home.
"So, why'd you come so early? Shouldn't you have waited a few more days at least? You really startled me."
"Just cook."
Maybe that's why Crow ended up the unwelcome intruder in Creep's home.
Everything blended perfectly with her minimalist decor,
but Crow shattered the whole vibe,
not even bothering to take off his shoes,
and sprawled out on the mattress like it was his own bed.
"Honey, come on, lying down with your shoes on? That's too much..."
"Just cook."
"Yessir."
Crow waited until Creep had the table fully set.
A strange tension hung between them.
It might've been the fun family life she'd always dreamed of,
but looking at Crow's face now, even Creep broke into a bit of a nervous sweat.
"So, now that you're here, what do you think? Living with a good wife like me isn't half bad, right?"
Creep turned and flashed a bright smile,
but Crow just stared at her with those pitch-black eyes.
"...Ugh, boring. Men all change after marriage."
Still, she giggled and finished cooking.
She was surprisingly good at it.
Probably from having to make her own meals since she was a kid.
"Baby~ Daddy hates Mommy. What ever shall we do?"
Clattering sounds filled the cramped kitchen.
It was way too small to eat inside,
but Creep stubbornly set two full place settings on the long table anyway.
"Time to eat, right?"
Only then did Crow get up and sit at the table.
And then,
he flipped the whole damn thing over.
Crash!
Rice bowls, soup bowls—everything tumbled to the floor,
the painstakingly made rolled omelet flew all the way to the mattress and splattered,
floor a mess, table a mess.
"..."
Creep blinked in stunned silence for a moment,
then chuckled softly.
"At least take one bite first before flipping it."
She started gathering up the spilled food.
This was...
just a new kind of twisted house play for the two of them going forward.
"Way too chatty for a mom."
Crow strode over to where Creep was crouched, picking up grains of rice,
smack!
and slapped her across the face.
Creep clutched her reddening cheek but kept smirking as she wiped the floor.
If he planned to crash here tonight, she had to make sure no food smells soaked into the mattress or curtains.
"Honey, you're no different from the other villains now."
Creep snickered.
She was the one scrubbing the floor, the one slapped and sitting there pathetically, but somehow Crow looked the more miserable of the two.
"Honey, even if it's early pregnancy, there's a baby in there. Since when did you get into beating pregnant women half to death?"
Creep knew.
This was just the start of a long, obsessive standoff—Crow's way of getting revenge on her.
"Hey, I read this book. It said the baby feels everything the mom goes through."
She said it casually,
mocking him with a sneer.
"The baby must be so sad."
Crow stormed out.
His footprints marked the wrecked house as Creep meticulously cleaned up after him.
He'd shown up without a word,
and left without saying anything.
Creep watched his retreating back vanish quickly but didn't lose her smile.
Things were going exactly as she'd hoped.
Having Crow's kid and raising it forever would be a dream come true,
but getting beaten black and blue all day by this changed Crow while pitifully protecting the child? Ironic and hilarious.
Either way, he was obviously tormenting himself with all this. The thought alone made Creep's body heat up.
"Our baby protected Mommy, huh."
She even thanked the child inside her. A tiny guardian angel linking her and Crow, keeping him from killing her.
"It's okay~ Your daddy can't keep this up forever. He can't kill Mommy, can't kill himself, can't abandon you."
Creep comforted the unnamed child.
What kind of person would this baby from her womb turn out to be?
Creeeak-
But then the door opened again.
Crow returned, arms full of black plastic bags.
"Huh?"
Creep looked at him, a little surprised.
The pregnancy news must've hit him hard—his actions were impossible to predict.
"Honey, back again? I thought you were gone for good. Staying the night?"
But,
she could predict what came next.
His hands trembling from withdrawal,
those eyes glaring at her with love and hate,
and...
Pop-
cheap booze with the cap twisted off.
Creep glanced at the contents of the black bags. Filled with the gross liquids she despised.
She'd gotten her thrills from torturing and killing annoying punks, not booze,
yet now the man who'd spent a lifetime clashing with her brought a ton of it and started chugging right in front of her.
"...Don't push yourself. Why, really?"
Creep knew.
He didn't like booze much either.
His regeneration used to keep him from getting drunk anyway. But now? He could get plastered easy.
"Honey, you know this, right? I really am pregnant. You know what you're about to do? Even novels or movies with this plot get torn to shreds."
For the first time, Creep's face twisted as she spoke to him,
but he downed a full bottle of soju without pause—
and grabbed another.
"Creep, you're right. I lost."
Creep held onto her warped smile, but as her husband started getting drunk, instinctual unease crept in.
Scenes from her childhood flashed before her eyes again.
"That's why I'm drinking. It's so fucking frustrating. Now I get why people drink till they're wasted."
The alcohol made his heart more honest. Or rather, more brutal.
He chugged the second bottle straight from it,
and grabbed Creep by the hair.
"How about we just die here together?"
His face flushed red,
but the bloodshot around his eyes was even more striking.
"What's the kid ever done to deserve this? Right? How about you and me just end it here today?"
Tears of anguish and disgust streamed down his face,
as he prepared something no sane person would.
It was probably,
definitely,
the revulsion he felt toward himself.
But even so,
his rage and hatred toward Creep burned even hotter, more desperately.