Chapter 211
Chapter 211
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 211
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"Come on in."
"Pardon the intrusion."
With the sound of the front door closing behind me, I slipped off my shoes and cautiously stepped inside.
Entering the home of someone I'd just met for the first time was nerve-wracking enough, but right now, my curiosity about this woman named Isia outweighed any tension.
"How about a cup of hot tea?"
Her voice from behind me was as bright as ever.
She seemed perfectly fine on the surface.
I nodded slightly and replied.
"Sure, any tea is fine."
"Just give me a moment, then."
As Isia headed toward the kitchen, I busily glanced around the place.
'Two rooms, huh.'
It was more ordinary than I'd expected.
An open kitchen and living room, with two bedrooms.
The living room wasn't huge, but the simple, tidy interior stood out.
'Hmm...'
I sat quietly on the sofa, resting my hands neatly on my knees, and let my gaze drift carefully around the room.
'She lives a surprisingly normal life.'
Every fairy I'd encountered on the surface so far—who'd done terrible things to humans—had been loaded with cash.
Not only could they amass gold bars or jewels with their unique powers, but having money made it easier to assault humans without drawing attention.
'Not some secluded villa in the sticks, but a villa right in the heart of Seoul...'
A pair of plain slippers under the sofa, books neatly lined up on the shelf, even a potted plant by the window...
It reeked of everyday human life, no matter how you sliced it.
'...Was I just imagining things?'
As I tilted my head in doubt, Isia emerged from the kitchen holding two steaming mugs.
She carefully set the cups on the table, their warm aura gently wafting up.
"It's herbal tea."
"Thanks, I'll enjoy it."
Isia sat quietly across from me, then finally lowered her head, her face crumbling with emotion.
"Thank you... so much for coming."
"No big deal. The bar wasn't far anyway."
"Still, you'd had a lot to drink, and you came all this way. I was really scared until you got here..."
There was a strange tremor in her breathing.
No tears welled up, but the fear in her voice felt genuine enough.
"From what I saw, you have a boyfriend, so you must've come to Korea fairly recently?"
"Ah... He wasn't someone I'd been with long. He was so good to me at first that we started dating, but then he changed once we did."
"Changed?"
"He started trying to control me, even threatened to hit me..."
I shifted in my seat and continued.
"You should've reported him to the police."
"He was my boyfriend, so I didn't want to go that far. I just broke it off. But I never thought he'd show up at my place."
"I see..."
"Not just today—he'd come by a few times before. At first, it was just calls, but when I stopped picking up, suddenly there he was at my door."
I lowered my eyes calmly.
Stalking, obsession, violence.
All too real-world problems.
'If she's a fairy, she could've easily shoved a human like that aside...'
Assuming Isia was a fairy, would she really fear a human man? It felt too unrealistic.
Yet her expression was too sincere to dismiss as acting.
She bit her lip anxiously, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed them on the back of her hand...
I took a breath and asked quietly.
"What's his phone number?"
"Pardon!? Why...?"
"I know a detective. I could ask him to make sure the guy never comes near your place again."
"Oh, no! What if that makes him act even worse...?"
Isia shuddered violently, trailing off.
I shook my head with a sigh.
"You have to be firm, or he'll keep coming back."
"...I saw on the news that being firm sometimes makes it worse."
"Really?"
"I'm just grateful you came over like this..."
She gently stroked her chin and went on.
"What if you moved?"
"I still have about a year left on the lease."
"Couldn't you talk to the landlord and explain the situation?"
"Hmm... I'll try."
"If that doesn't work, let me know. I'll look into options for you."
"...I'm sorry. For dragging you into this..."
With that, her eyes began to glisten.
She fanned away the tears with her hand.
I straightened up and held out my open palm.
"It's nothing. This much I can handle."
Isia turned toward the window as if trying to hold back her tears, taking a short breath.
"Ah, god... This is so embarrassing. Crying for no reason..."
"It's understandable from your perspective. I'd be scared too."
"Really...?"
"Of course."
Isia turned back to look at me.
A faint smile spread over her cheeks, still marked with tear tracks.
"Um... Could I have a beer?"
"...Pardon?"
I blinked in surprise.
She'd just calmed her emotions, and now beer out of nowhere...
I unconsciously scanned her face, probing her feelings.
"Beer?"
"Yes. The buzz from earlier wore off. Just one can. Want one too, Haeseong?"
Her tone was still cautious, but it carried a soft, almost seductive lilt.
It felt awkward to refuse outright.
I was already here to help her, and one beer didn't seem like a big deal.
"...Sure. I'll have one too."
"Hang on. I'll get them ready."
Isia padded barefoot across the soft rug to the kitchen.
She returned with two cans of beer on the table, some simple dry snacks, and fruit on a small plate.
"Sorry, I don't have much for snacks. But I cut the fruit fresh."
"Pretty impressive for something thrown together quick."
"You always say the sweetest things, Haeseong."
I grabbed my beer and watched her absently.
She picked up her can first, tilted it slightly, then threw her head back and gulped it down refreshingly.
'...She's fucking gorgeous.'
It went beyond just good looks.
Her skin, reflecting the light, was as smooth and clear as a fairy's, and the curve from her slender neck to her collarbone was artistic in itself.
Hard to believe she was human—it was mesmerizing.
A sigh of admiration escaped me.
'...She could debut in entertainment tomorrow and dominate.'
I lowered my head slightly and blinked.
I could sense this feeling was dangerous.
She was a woman I'd just met today, and I was here to help her.
Yet her face kept clouding my judgment at every turn.
"Haeseong? You okay? You look tired."
"Ah, no, I'm fine."
"If you're drunk, you don't have to force it."
I hid my flustered expression and took a sip of beer.
The cold bitterness filled my mouth, steadying my foggy mind.
"Whew! This beer's great."
And so.
I'd planned to stop at one can.
That was the intention. Definitely.
"Isia, that's your sixth can already...?"
"Yeah. After a break, it goes down easy."
It wasn't high-alcohol beer, but two empties each cluttered the table.
Isia delicately lifted her half-full can.
"Cheers?"
"Sure."
Did I even need snacks with a beauty like Isia in front of me?
Besides, the booze was sweet.
After another sip, she cupped her cheeks lightly with both hands and continued.
"You know... Junseok's great and all, but being with you feels... somehow more comfortable."
A warning light flashed in my head.
The atmosphere now, and the look in her eyes—it seemed like more than just gratitude.
'Is this happening again?'
The law of unintended hookups when you meet with no expectations.
I set my beer can down on the table.
"Junseok would be pretty bummed if he knew."
"Ah... You didn't tell Junseok you were coming to my place, right?"
"No, I did."
"...What!?"
Isia's reaction was dramatic.
Her eyes widened, lips parted, unable to continue.
I blinked and asked back.
"Why?"
"W-Well... Uh—!?"
It happened then.
The beer in her hand sloshed and spilled across the table.
I reflexively grabbed a tissue and reached out.
But.
Isia leaned forward with a tissue at the same moment.
Our hands brushed on the table in an instant.
"......!"
"......!"
The air turned charged in a heartbeat.
As I tried to pull my hand back in embarrassment, Isia's hand suddenly gripped the back of mine.
"Haeseong..."
"...!!"
I looked up to see her eyes closed, leaning toward me a bit more.
Her clothes draped down, drawing my eyes to her ample breasts in a tantalizing way.
I swallowed dryly and squeezed my eyes shut.
"...Just so you know, I'm divorced."