Chapter 138
Chapter 138
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"Are you alright?"
"Ah... aside from my butt hurting, I'm fine."
Unlike the anticipation of seeing the Blackened Fairy, the situation had reverted to the Silver Fairy.
Her once-darkened hair was now shining silver once more.
Sitting in the chair and pushing aside his disappointment, he lifted his head.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"...Pardon?"
"If anything, I should be the one apologizing. White Fairy ended up pouncing on you..."
Oh ho.
Did she not know that he had forcibly taken the White Fairy's butt?
Hiding a smile at the corner of his mouth, he let out a short sigh and put on an act with his expression.
"Ha... it was tough."
"Still, it's really a relief. I got to be with you first, before White Fairy."
"R-Right?"
"If White Fairy had been with you first... I really wouldn't have forgiven it."
White Fairy? Or him?
At that moment, the Silver Fairy's gaze turned chilling.
Well, no matter how different the personalities of White Fairy and Blackened Fairy were, they were ultimately part of the Silver Fairy at her core.
It might even mean all these personalities had split off from her own nature.
'Even the kind Silver Fairy—no more letting my guard down.'
Gazing at the Silver Fairy, he cautiously spoke up.
"But... do you talk with the Blackened Fairy often?"
"It's been ages since I last talked with Blackened."
"When was that...?"
"About... forty years ago?"
So that meant...
The Blackened Fairy hadn't appeared since the Jade Emperor fixed the crack in her psyche.
Adjusting his posture, he continued.
"When did you start talking with White Fairy?"
"White Fairy was the same as Blackened—no conversations for a long time... but lately, she's started talking to me again."
"Exactly when was that?"
"I'm not sure. But..."
The Silver Fairy trailed off, slowly turning her gaze toward him.
"Her first words to me were about you."
"M-Me?"
"...Yes. She said she wanted to meet you herself..."
Did that mean White Fairy's personality had resurfaced because of him?
No, why the hell!?
'Tsk...'
That aside, if her hair color hadn't changed, even he wouldn't be able to tell if it was Silver Fairy or White Fairy now.
Especially today, with the personalities switching back and forth.
"...Anyway, it's been a long time since you talked with Blackened Fairy, right?"
"Y-Yes!"
Thanks to the Silver Fairy, he'd done a bit of research on dissociative identity disorder.
It apparently started when overwhelming desires or intense wishes became too much to bear.
If the original "self" found it too frightening or impossible to fulfill directly, the subconscious created a "new self"—another personality.
So then.
Why had the Silver Fairy brought out White Fairy's personality after meeting him?
The simplest answer was to consider what White Fairy wanted from him.
'...Sex?'
White Fairy had definitely wanted to sleep with him.
Normal vaginal sex, not anal.
'Is that too hasty a guess?'
Stroking his chin, he looked carefully at the Silver Fairy.
"White Fairy won't take over your body without permission anymore."
"...Huh?"
"We made a promise."
"R-Really? White doesn't even listen to me..."
"I told her that if she takes your body without permission again, I'll get mad."
At that, the Silver Fairy's face flushed as she pursed and relaxed her lips.
"...I was actually scared too. The fear that if I'm trapped inside, I might never get out."
"So, Silver Fairy, you just need to think healthy thoughts so White Fairy or Blackened Fairy don't steal your body."
"Thank you..."
With those words, the Silver Fairy rose from her chair.
"I'll be going now."
"Ah... already?"
"The sun's already up, isn't it...?"
He hurriedly glanced at the window. Sure enough, the sun was high in the sky.
Scratching the back of his head, he gave an awkward smile.
"Then... see you next time."
"Why does your face look so bad?"
Junseok, who had come over to his house as promised.
With a short sigh, he brought the shot glass to his lips.
"That's all you have to say after so long?"
"No, seriously—your dark circles are all the way under your eyes."
Was it because he'd overdone it with the ghost and fairy sex lately?
Once the Heavenly Peach's effects wore off, he felt drained of energy.
A vague lethargy was playing a part too.
"Just haven't been sleeping much."
"Ah... I thought you'd hidden a ghost at home and got your energy sucked dry from fucking nonstop."
Tsk.
At times like this, Junseok seemed like he could lay out a mat anywhere and tell fortunes without starving.
Forcing a smile as he looked at Junseok, who was nailing it today, he said,
"...Are you insane?"
Junseok crossed his arms and snorted at his words.
"You looked so drained, so I was joking around."
"Anyway, Dalgo didn't come today?"
"Who? Ah... Yerim? Don't even mention her."
"Why?"
"After that incident, she started living at home again? Now we fight every time we run into each other."
"You fought a lot before too."
"Not like this. See, being together all the time just makes things worse?"
Watching Junseok shake his head, he crossed his arms heavily this time.
"Then just move out again."
"Ha... once I got back home, I didn't wanna leave."
"Finally realized how cold it is out there?"
"Yeah, and with meals and laundry taken care of—no doing it myself is nice and convenient."
"Fuck, I wish someone would cook and do my laundry too."
Junseok sipped his drink and narrowed his eyes.
"If you really wanted to, couldn't you just bring a girl home?"
"...Wouldn't it be easier for you, the chaebol heir?"
"Ha... fuck... turns out it's hard?"
"Why's it hard? There are tons of marriage agencies these days."
"How do you get a girlfriend from a marriage agency?"
"You start as girlfriend, obviously. If it clicks, you get married."
Junseok rested his chin on his hand and shot him a sideways glance.
"Imagine me signing up for a marriage agency. 'How ugly and useless does the Yeoksan Group heir have to be to go there?' They'd just laugh."
"...Yeah, when you think about it. So even having too good a family is a problem?"
"Exactly. That's why it's easier for you to meet girls than me."
"Nah, in a world where chaebol heirs can't date, divorced guys have it worse."
Junseok leaned back in his chair and let out a big sigh.
"Ha... college days were the best... drinking while dating girls."
"Well, my college life was fun too, before Kang Jua."
"Wanna head up to Seoul and hit a club for old times' sake?"
"I'd probably get cut at the door."
"Hey! We're not that old—we're still in our twenties, not some old farts."
"I didn't go to clubs much because of Kang Jua, but why do you seem so hung up on it?"
Tilting his head, Junseok laughed hollowly.
"You at least got married. I haven't dated in years."
"Dumbass... be jealous of something else, not stuff I've been through."
"Still, you experienced it."
Ha...
Talking to this guy felt like his brain was pickling.
Closing his eyes, he pressed around his temples with his fingers.
"If you're that jealous, just grab anyone and marry them."
"That's what I can't do!"
"So you wanna hit up a hunting bar or something now?"
"Not necessarily today, but let's at least try."
"Try what?"
"There are all sorts of meetups these days. Gotta go somewhere to make connections, right?"
True. Back when they were younger, girls crossed paths naturally—friends of girlfriends, schoolmates.
But now, at this age, if you didn't move, new connections were hard to come by.
'Would I be as lonely as Junseok without the fairies?'
Suddenly, Junseok seemed pitiful.
With sympathetic eyes, he raised his eyebrows.
"Alright. Next time we're free, let's check out a meetup—"
♬♪♬
The doorbell rang then.
Junseok asked indifferently.
"Who's this late?"
Maybe he'd called and she came early?
A bit dazed, he hauled his heavy body up.
His steps toward the door felt oddly uneasy.
His chest thudded strangely, and the small intercom screen by the entrance flickered.
Swipe.
Tilting his head to peer at the screen, his breath caught.
It wasn't the guest he'd expected—Yoo Soeun stood there instead.
Her slightly wavy hair softly framed her shoulders, hands clasped pitifully over her chest.
Her small lips trembled faintly as if about to speak, eyes fixed anxiously on the door.
'Fuck.'
He reflexively clamped his mouth shut.
She'd been quiet for so long, and now she shows up like this?
"What's up? Who is it?"
"...!"
Junseok rose from his chair, grinning brazenly as he asked, then glanced at the intercom screen and froze.
Then, he muttered softly.
"S-Soeun...?"