Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Waa! Mommy! Boobies Please! 1
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Now wasn't the time to panic and waste precious seconds.
"Isn't there an emergency exit or something?"
He groped and tapped at the steel walls reminiscent of a bomb shelter, searching for any way out.
The more he examined them, the more he confirmed the brutal truth: even heavy machinery wouldn't break through easily.
All that grew was his unknown fear toward Cha Ye-rin, slumped over the desk.
'What the hell kind of defect requires security this tight?!'
Escaping on his own was impossible.
He hurriedly called Se-ah Sister on his phone.
[Hello? Ihyeon? Did the meeting wrap up already?]
No chance to exchange pleasantries like 'It ended quicker than I thought.' He rushed to explain the situation.
"Sis! Do you know what Cha Ye-rin's defect is?!"
[Uh, huh? Cha Ye-rin? You mean the Colorful CEO? Why bring her up out of nowhere... W-Wait. Defect?!]
"I'm locked in the CEO's office alone with her while her defect's kicking in mid-interview! Can't you do something?!"
[Locked in? What do you mean locked?! Alone together?! No, if her defect's active, why the hell are you still there?!]
He could hear her flustering in panic too.
Keeping maximum distance, he kept his eyes glued to Cha Ye-rin sprawled on the desk.
[I'm heading there right now, so don't do anything—just wait! What the hell are these people doing?!]
It was clearly an emergency bad enough to send his shut-in sister bolting out of the house.
As Kang Ihyeon tried to stifle his presence like avoiding a sleeping wild animal and crept toward the corner, Cha Ye-rin, draped over the desk, began to twitch.
"Eek?!"
[Ihyeon, what?! What's happening?!]
"N-No, Cha Ye-rin looks like she's waking up now—what do I do?!"
Scanning for anything usable as a weapon turned up nothing in the absurdly spacious room.
Ignoring the barren landscape—not even a single potted plant—he stared at the retired magical girl rising from the desk.
"S-Sis, I'm hanging up for now. Staying quiet seems best?"
[Wait just—!]
Her desperate cry echoed through the speaker, but fearing even that tiny sound might alert Cha Ye-rin to his presence, he quickly ended the call.
Worried she'd call back, he powered off his phone and swallowed hard.
Cha Ye-rin stood there, head bowed, her figure eerily bizarre.
As he tiptoed farther to maximize distance, she slowly lifted her head.
"……"
Her gaze, hazy like she'd just woken, swept the room slowly while she stood frozen in place.
'What do I do?!'
Her eyes scanned the entire office before landing on him.
Cha Ye-rin's blank expression felt strangely dissonant compared to her usual icy, haughty demeanor.
"Hng…"
Even from this distance, that single exhaled breath stabbed his ears like a spike, setting every nerve on edge.
He regretted not insisting on retrieving his father's pistol, temporarily surrendered during security.
Cha Ye-rin's lips split into a wide gape as she unleashed a tearing wail.
"Hweeeeenngg!!!!"
"Huh???!!!"
"I haaaate workiiiing!!! Hate iiiit! Die, diiiie! Hate... Aaaah!!!!"
Suddenly throwing a tantrum, Cha Ye-rin bawled her eyes out, hurling papers from the desk and thrashing about.
"I'm going hooooome!!! I'm resting!!! Hweeeeng!!! H-Hngh... I'm staaarving...!!!!"
She acted so childish it was hard to believe she was the same decisive, capable CEO from moments ago.
After flinging every paper off the desk, she now flailed her limbs on the sofa like a toddler in full meltdown.
'Wh-What the fuck?! No, I seriously have no idea what's going on! What is this?!'
This bizarre defect—utterly unlike Se-ah Sister's—left him clueless on how to react.
She wailed incoherently, as if her mind had regressed completely.
"Uwaaaang!!! H-Hngiii...!!! A, Aaaah!!! Aaaaaah!!!!!"
"Uh, ugh...!!!"
Unable to contain her emotions, she screamed, threw fits, and sobbed like a brat at full volume.
Her shrieks were so piercing his eardrums felt like they might burst.
Could a care supporter even calm her if they burst in? Could they even open this thick steel door?
Floundering in confusion, he noticed a change in Cha Ye-rin's hair as she thrashed on the sofa.
"W-Wait... that...?"
Her black hair began dyeing blue from the roots downward.
Kang Ihyeon had seen this phenomenon recently.
Se-ah Sister's transformation in the living room, proof of her retired magical girl status.
In other words, Cha Ye-rin's defect was making her lose control of her emotions, triggering her magic.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on. That's not good!"
Now he understood the steel walls sealing the office like a vault.
They were clearly to contain her rampage.
Which meant nothing short of this could stop her—and anyone trapped inside with her was as good as dead.
'Gotta stop her!'
Not out of duty or mission as a care supporter, but sheer survival—he had to calm Cha Ye-rin somehow.
Kang Ihyeon rushed to her as she began transforming into a magical girl mid-tantrum.
"Hweeeeng! Eeeeng!!! Hate iiiit!!! Hate iiiit!!! Mommy!!!!"
He yelled desperately to soothe her as she wailed like a spoiled child.
"Cha Ye-rin! C-Calm down! It's okay, you're safe!"
"Aaaah!!! Mommy!!!! Mommmmyyyy!!!!"
Her hair glowing blue with mana looked like a bomb's fuse burning down.
Kang Ihyeon hugged her tightly as she flailed wildly.
He'd read somewhere that human warmth could soothe—clutching her in desperation.
Her thrashing eased slightly in his arms.
Seizing the moment, he patted her back gently.
"There, there. Cha Ye-rin. Calm down now."
"Hnggg... Hiii... I'm going hooooome... Mommy... Mommmyyy... No more woooork...!!!"
"Yes, yes... M-Mommy's here..."
For survival, Kang Ihyeon called himself Mommy.
Humiliation crawled up from his toes, but knowing magical girls' destructive power, he endured.
"Hng...? Mommy...?"
"Y-Yeah... M-Mommy's here..."
Kill me now!
That single wish filled his mind.
His face burned like it might explode.
Forcing a bright smile to hide his torment and fear, he gazed down at her in his arms.
Her hair, fully blue at the tips, slowly reverted to black as she looked up with teary eyes.
"M-Mommy... Mommmyyy... Hiiiing..."
Cha Ye-rin whined and burrowed deeper like a child into her parent's embrace.
He kept patting her back, praying she'd settle.
'Whoa, she's insanely soft.'
As the crisis eased, his numb brain rebooted, realizing what he was doing.
Clinging to a late-20s woman whose allure as a female was blooming, soothing her like this.
Amid her sophisticated perfume rose her faint feminine scent; even through clothes, her silky skin texture reached his patting palm.
'The world's so harsh these days, mental breakdowns are rising— is this something like that?'
Mental regression? Unconscious outburst? Burnout meltdown?
He didn't know details, but he'd heard some exhausted adults threw tantrums or acted childish—and never imagined it'd manifest as a defect.
Just as he thought things were calming, Cha Ye-rin lifted her head from his chest with a bombshell.
"Mommy. Hungry. Gimme boobies. Or do my work instead. Pleeease? Hate woooork..."
"……Pardon?"
Magical girls were clearly conspiring to smack his psyche into oblivion.
As he gaped in shock, her face crumpled, tantrum reigniting.
"Staaarving! Boobies! Gimme boooobies!!! Wah! Aaaah!"
"Gah?! C-Calm down! Calm—!"
Her limbs flailed uncontrollably in his arms.
Thwack!
"Ack?!"
One wild punch sent him tumbling onto the sofa.
It clipped his jaw perfectly; dizziness hit, the strange ceiling spinning above.
"Hweeeeng... Boobiiiies... Gimme boooobies..."
"Ugh... Huh? Ngh?"
As he groaned in vertigo, Cha Ye-rin—till now in his arms—started tugging up his shirt in search of boobies.