Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Kiss
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“Ugh, seriously. I was hiding this whole time to surprise my darling with a proper welcome gift for entering… and because of you, the whole event got completely ruined. So annoying. Seriously.”
As Creep begins speaking, the villains gathered around her each chime in, backing her up.
“Those bastards ruining the mood isn’t something new. Unnie, just endure it.”
“Fucking bitches.”
It’s only the first day,
but even to my eyes, the factions and conflicts inside the prison are visible.
Creep’s faction—loud and talkative,
and Scardi’s faction—radiating intimidation.
I still can’t tell which side holds the upper hand.
One thing is certain: neither side can act unilaterally.
“Enough. Let’s go.”
Before even finishing her cigarette, Scardi leaves the table, and Rin and several villains follow behind her.
They check and guard each other,
yet never brace for an all-out war.
“…”
That was the structure between Scardi and Creep as I understood it.
C Wing runs through the two of them.
“Man, I almost pissed myself. How can anyone live like this? So scary, right?”
After they leave, laughter and vitality return to the common area.
At the center of the rising energy,
is Creep.
“Darling, why are you so stiff with fear? You have me, don’t you? Don’t be scared of thugs like that.”
She approaches with a bright smile.
Her footsteps are light and cheerful.
She deliberately ignores the fact that I’m wary of her. The distance between us closes far too easily.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Let’s hang out with us. Everyone here is nice.”
“No. That’s enough, so don’t come any closer. Stay right there—”
It’s uncomfortable.
Whenever I face Creep, I feel a level of unease that’s hard to comprehend.
“Except those bitches who were smoking earlier.”
Just like now.
Creep comes far too close and whispers,
in a voice only the two of us can hear.
“I really hate people like that. Right?”
“…Not interested.”
“I’m not interested either. They’re boring. So let’s play with us, okay?”
Pressed so close our cheeks nearly touch, Creep brushes against me, then suddenly grabs my wrist and begins pulling.
“Wait…!”
“Hey, what wait? It’s not like you’ve got anything to do anyway.”
I don’t want to leave the bed, but Creep leans her body back and throws her full weight into it, forcefully dragging me out.
Inside this hollow prison, there isn’t even a straw to cling to.
Thwack—
“I said I don’t want to!”
That’s why I have to protect my own body. I put strength into myself, shake off Creep’s hand, and insist on returning to my place.
“Ow, that hurt.”
I must not get entangled with Creep.
The others maybe—but Creep, absolutely not.
Of all places, C Wing. Of all people, together with Creep…
“Darling, you shouldn’t use the word ‘don’t want’ so lightly.”
For a brief moment, the smile disappears from her lips, and tension rises as if something might explode at any second.
Every villain sitting at the table watches her mood.
With fear.
“…Unnie’s trying to play with you, so why are you acting like a bitch? Acting up, huh?!”
“Enough.”
Because of that, they rush toward me and forcibly drag me into their group. My wounds haven’t properly healed yet; I don’t have the strength left to resist.
At a round table that would feel full with just four people, six sit down including me and Creep.
The two of us sit facing each other.
Two others grip my arms.
The remaining two take up space nearby.
I’m the only one uncomfortable here.
Cramped enough to start sweating, I’m forced to face Creep directly.
Even though only six are seated at the table, at least twice that number surrounds me.
“Mm-hmm. Good, good. Now that the mood-ruiners are gone, let’s properly greet each other again. Long time no see, darling. Your lost half, your one and only best friend—that’s me. Don’t worry from now on. I’ll help you adapt well.”
Not just Creep’s gang,
even neutral villains who don’t belong to any side have gathered around the table.
There’s only one thing they want.
“This is a prison where only villains gather. Official name: Superpowered Terrorist Detention Facility. Only chosen people like you and me can enter here.”
The sight of me breaking down and collapsing.
“Honestly, I was really surprised too. Who would’ve known you’d commit something that huge?”
Drooping eyes.
A bright smile to match.
Restless hands that won’t stay still.
White hair fluttering in the fan’s wind.
“But when I saw you, I thought this. Ah, as expected of my darling. The world loves you so much. It’s giving you another chance. A chance to change!”
The smell of apple candy.
And the damp prison uniform, growing sweaty because of the ones sitting beside me.
“But what’s this? Watching you quietly, you’re still prickly like back then. You know stray cats, right? The ones that hiss especially a lot. When I look at you, that’s the exact feeling. Ahh, I want to pet you, but you’re raising your fur?”
Creep climbs onto the table and strokes my head. Even if I stiffen and try to endure it, there’s already quite a crowd behind me. There’s no space to escape.
“Mm. Good, good.”
What feels truly disgusting is that
Creep’s touch is soft and gentle, like she’s treating a real lover.
“You know? They say it takes courage to tame wild animals. You have to approach first, open your heart, and wait until the other one opens theirs too.”
I gather courage and speak to her.
“…That may be true, but if you think about you and me, the analogy is way off.”
Receiving her affectionate hand over my head,
I speak my mind as it is.
“Creep, unless you change yourself, there will never be a living being that wants to be close to you.”
Yet even at my provocation, Creep simply smiles.
Feeling the texture of my hair,
looking down at me,
wearing that same affectionate smile as always.
“You’re cute. Your biggest charm is your uprightness. You hardly ever try to change.”
That smile is terrifying.
Did she smile the same way at the hundreds she killed?
No.
The shy smile with a red blush—
she only ever showed that to me.
“Then I end up thinking the opposite.”
“Aah, if my darling comes to love me, you’ll surely love me all the way until the moment you die, right?”
I can’t guess what she’s thinking. That’s what frightens me most.
The victims Creep left behind are still vivid in my mind. She sought to inflict the maximum pain a human can feel.
Creep likes the phrase “true human nature.” She considers the screams cried out in agony, the last gasps of a collapsing mind, as change.
I must not be afraid.
Fear eats away at the mind.
I have to face and accept everything properly.
“So, you know? I’ll really try my best. I’ll do my utmost every single day so that you can come to love me.”
Violence, humiliation—
I can endure all of it.
My comrades will come save me soon.
I can definitely overcome this.
“I’ll show you a new world. A beautiful world you could never see from that high place you lived in. When our eye level matches perfectly, you’ll be able to love me too. I swear.”
Our foreheads touch.
Her pure white face
and those black eyes that seem to swallow everything.
“…By the way, did you kiss that woman too?”
I don’t know who she’s referring to.
But I know she’s about to kiss me.
“It’s my first time. Be gentle?”
She means it.
Even as I glare at her as if to kill her, she wets her lips and tries to kiss me.
“U-Unnie? That might be a bit dangerous…”
“Your tongue might get cut…? Maybe knock him out first…”
A desire
without even a single trace of falsehood mixed in.
“It’s fine.”
Creep looks straight into my eyes and slowly presses her lips toward mine.
“Darling, open your mouth.”
Creep’s fingers forcibly pry my mouth open. I’m clenching my teeth with all my strength, but the other villains hold my jaw and head in place, making it harder to endure.
Do we really have to go this far?
What meaning is there in all of this?
Creep pushes her fingers deep inside my cheek so I can’t bite my tongue.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t clench my teeth.
Naturally, I crush down with the resolve to sever the fingers that entered my mouth.
Crunch—
The sensation of tearing into them is revolting. Muscle and bone are felt at the same time. Four fingers convulse with a grotesque sound.
But there is not a trace of pain in her moan.
Only the heated breath of a woman sharing intimacy escapes.
“Haa… chuhh…”
Even at the very moment her fingers are crushed,
she continues to seek my tongue.