Chapter 152
Chapter 152
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: Something's Off with the Yandere Fairy's Eyes
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'Fuck...'
Fading back to consciousness after blacking out.
I winced at the faint light seeping through my eyelids.
Stale air, a freezing cold floor, and a dull ache spreading from the back of my head—it all hit me at once.
Furrowing my brow, I slowly focused and scanned my surroundings.
Smooth.
It was an unfamiliar space.
The ceiling was low, the concrete walls splotched with stains here and there, and there was only one light source.
A single small bulb dangling from the center of the ceiling.
Even that flickered occasionally with a sharp zzzt sound, like it was on its last legs.
"What the hell is this...?"
I tried to move, but my arms wouldn't budge.
Something was yanking at both wrists.
Craining my neck around, I checked my body.
Sure enough, both arms were raised above my head, fixed to the wall.
My back pressed against the cold concrete like I was in a full surrender pose, legs spread shoulder-width apart, ankles bound too.
And on top of that.
The chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles clinked with a clank.
They ran from the ceiling to rings embedded in the wall, leaving almost no room to move.
Even a slight twitch of my arms echoed with the rusty screech of metal filling the space.
"Haa..."
I bit my lip and drew in a breath.
Cold air seeped into my lungs.
The floor was concrete too, and right in the middle sat a bed—one that looked spotlessly clean, totally out of place in this dump.
"Where the hell am I...?"
I racked my brain.
The last thing I remembered was my front door. And...
'Yoo Soeun.'
Her face was blurry, but that rage-filled glare and voice were crystal clear.
'Did she seriously kidnap me...?'
Right then, a rhythmic vibration hummed from the floor like footsteps.
Thud—thud—!
Quiet, but unmistakable.
Someone was descending stairs from somewhere in the dark.
'...!'
I held my breath, but my body betrayed me—the chains rattled on their own.
Then, from the shadows at the bottom of the unlit stairs, a figure slowly emerged.
"Oppa, you're awake?"
It was Yoo Soeun, just as I'd feared.
She wore a black dress that fell to her knees, her long braided hair draped over one shoulder, descending the stairs step by careful step.
Her gaze fixed on me, calm and unreadable.
No makeup on her face, and those expressionless lips only amplified the menacing tension in the silence.
"Soeun... what the hell is this?"
"I couldn't stand watching you play around with other girls anymore."
"What are you..."
"Don't play dumb. I know everything."
With that, she reached out quietly.
Her finger flipped a switch—click—and another light flickered on.
A cold, pale glow illuminated one wall.
'Fuck... what the hell is that...?'
My eyes snapped toward it.
The wall was plastered with photos, neatly arranged.
And the subjects? All too familiar.
Kim Se-ah and Park Hyun-joo.
One, two, three...
No—dozens filled the wall.
"These girls are just my little sisters, right...?"
"Just sisters?"
"...Yeah."
"Then why are you smiling and seeing them off like this?"
Most of the backgrounds were my house.
Snapped from afar with a telephoto lens, probably.
Yoo Soeun pointed to one photo.
Kim Se-ah and Park Hyun-joo at my front door, mid-conversation.
"That day, I came first... but you wouldn't open the door...?"
I'd been steadily boosting my strength with the Heavenly Peach, but it still wasn't enough to snap these chains.
Escaping on my own? Impossible.
So I cooled my head and lifted my chin.
"I don't know what misunderstanding you've got, but that day was when I was introducing girls to Junseok."
"Which one...?"
"He said he'd decide after meeting both."
"...Then why didn't you open the door when I came?"
"Obviously, 'cause my little sisters were due any minute. I pretended not to be home."
Desperate wriggling to survive?
The excuses flowed smooth as silk.
But.
It wouldn't change much.
I was already kidnapped by Yoo Soeun.
"...Oppa, you really had no interest in Kim Se-ah or Park Hyun-joo?"
"If I did, why would I introduce them to Junseok?"
"Oh... so that's what it was...? I misunderstood?"
"Told you."
She wiped the tears from her eyes, then flipped another switch.
Click.
I turned toward the new light and couldn't hide my shock.
The wall there was covered in my photos.
'Crazy...'
Dozens, hundreds crammed wall-to-wall.
Baby pictures I didn't even know existed, my doljanchi birthday bash, elementary school sports day, middle school graduation.
Even a group shot with high school friends...
"See...? Now you know how much I love you, right?"
Her eyes were dead serious.
Her emotions too.
No malice.
No joy.
Just pure, unadulterated obsession in those pupils.
"Haha... you've got quite the collection of me."
"I remember when you fell on the playground in fourth grade... and that fight with your friends in twelfth."
My mind was a blank—zero clue what to say.
Couldn't blame it.
One look at her manic eyes, and I felt like she'd devour me whole.
'At least no pics of Fairy Dowon or the fairies... small mercies.'
I steadied my breathing.
The pain throbbed at the back of my skull, but right now, the scene in front of me was the real problem.
Wall-to-wall photos of me, traces of her stalking Se-ah and Hyun-joo.
And Yoo Soeun, smiling serenely in the silence.
"Soeun... this is a crime."
"What...?"
I forced my voice to stay calm.
Especially the end—clear and firm, no fear.
"Locking me up like this isn't love—it's obsession. I get that you like me, but this fixes nothing."
"Obsession..."
"So let me go. We'll go outside and talk about us properly."
Every word.
Like tiptoeing through a minefield.
Her eyelids drooped slow, then rose.
Took a beat for my words to sink in.
And then.
Her pupils locked steady, lips curling up slow.
No spark in those black eyes—just an ominous haze.
Like her hidden thoughts had finally broken free.
"Haa..."
She inhaled deep.
Leaned in close—too close.
Our breaths mingled, the air thick and sticky.
"Why..."
She spelled it out syllable by syllable, smile widening.
"...should I throw away this chance after finally getting you?"
"This is a crime, I told you? Think of your parents."
"It's fine. Even if it's a crime, as long as I can be with you."
Her smile drenched my spine in cold sweat.
Blind devotion.
Not controlling her emotions—she was them.
Instinct screamed it.
This girl had crossed the point of no return.
"Soeun, still—"
"Oppa, know where we are?"
She cut me off, leaning back slightly and gesturing around.
"This is... my special place. I renovated the basement under our house storage room."
"..."
"No one knows. Soundproofed perfectly—no one can just open the door from outside."
I swallowed dry.
She brought a finger to her lips and whispered.
"This is our real home now, just you and me."
"...!"
"We'll make love here... have babies... spend our lives together."
She waved her hand through the air like drawing a dream, grinning innocently like a child.
But that smile hid a snapped thread of sanity.
'How do I get out of here?'
It was enough to drive anyone mad.
What if she decided to "keep me forever" and dissected me with a knife?
No?
Was I just too influenced by dramas and movies?
'Fuck, can't even use mermaid powers on a human...'
As I frantically rolled my eyes for an escape, Yoo Soeun started slowly undressing.
Smiling at me all the while.
"Oppa... it's my first time... I'm nervous..."
'You're not a virgin, you psycho bitch...'