Chapter 212
Chapter 212
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 212
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Eyes Look Strange
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Sunlight poured down with an oddly sticky warmth.
A weekday morning in the heart of the city.
Through the large glass window, people hurried to and fro.
'As expected from Seoul. It's buzzing even in the morning.'
I quietly slurped my iced Americano, peering out at the passersby.
Then I clutched my head with one hand and shook it side to side.
'...Even thinking about it now, that was a moronic move. No, how the hell did "divorced" slip out in that situation?!'
Last night flashed through my mind.
The moment Isia closed her eyes and leaned in close, tension thick in the air as our lips nearly met, I suddenly opened my mouth.
-Just so you know, I'm divorced.
A total lunatic.
I'd dumped cold water on myself.
Was I possessed? Why drop the word "divorced" at that exact timing?
And just like that...
I froze the steamy atmosphere solid.
Isia's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at me in bewilderment, and seeing that look only made me lose it more as I blurted out,
-L-Look at the time, it's getting too late. Sorry... I should head out.
With that, I shot up from my seat and bolted out without even grabbing my jacket from the chair.
Even as the elevator doors closed, visions of bedding Isia danced in my head, but my feet carried me straight toward the hotel.
'Fuck, handed to me on a platter and I couldn't take it.'
I sighed and took another sip of the Americano.
The bitterness slid across my tongue, making my head throb.
'So damn tired...'
Even sprawled on the hotel's plush bed, Isia's expression and my idiotic line kept replaying, so I hadn't slept a proper wink.
More than anything, her final look lingered in my mind.
It was like she was saying, "What the hell is wrong with this guy?"
'Argh... go die, Haeseong!!'
It had all happened so abruptly, and the vibe was screaming straight to sex.
That's why I figured I had to mention the divorce upfront.
If I said it after, she might feel betrayed.
'Yeah, fuck! Better to say it than deal with backlash later.'
I was consoling myself like that when my phone buzzed.
I checked the caller and hit accept.
-Hey, Junseok.
-How'd it go? Ghost?
-...Still not sure.
-You went to Isia's place, right? And you're not sure?
I let out a short sigh and continued.
-Those male students you were checking on for me yesterday?
-Already got their full IDs from the academy director and passed them to Detective Yoo Seongjae.
-Good work. Anyway, I don't think I can tell ghost from human just by looking.
Junseok's voice trembled.
-If it's that hard to distinguish... then if it's a ghost, it's gotta be a full-on evil spirit, right?
-Doesn't matter.
-Hah... whatever. Why'd you ignore my calls? I was dying of curiosity!
-Sorry, was out of it.
-Where'd you crash?
-Nearby hotel.
-Heading home now?
I crunched the ice in my cup and went on.
-Nah, at a cafe.
-Still up in Seoul?
-Figured I'd do an interview while I'm here.
-Wh-what interview?
-You know that AC ad I shot for your company? Got an interview lined up for it.
Junseok stifled laughter on the other end.
-Pfft! Didn't realize our model Han Haeseong was such a big deal.
-Yerim asked me to, so cut the teasing.
-Since when do you do favors for Yerim?
-She convinced me.
-What'd she say?
-If I'm not planning to go full celeb, better to at least state that in the interview.
-...Makes some sense, I guess.
I set the cup down and shifted in my seat.
-Anyway, don't meet Isia alone until we figure out if she's human or ghost.
-Duh! You think I'd risk getting raped like last time?
-...Thought you'd be fine even if Isia did it.
-Crazy! Even that ghost from the mountain was hot as hell. One shot maybe, but all night? No thanks.
Right then, a shadow fell across my table.
"Excuse me, you're Han Haeseong, right?"
A clear, bright woman's voice came from above.
I looked up reflexively. A neatly dressed woman stood there.
Crisp white shirt under a slim, light beige jacket.
"You the reporter?"
She clapped and beamed.
"Yes! You're even more handsome in person, Haeseong. Nice to meet you. Yoon Sein, reporter."
Only then did I remember I was still on the phone.
Junseok's voice kept going from the speaker.
-Hey, Haeseong? You there? Who's that—
-Junseok, reporter's here. Call you later.
Click.
I pulled the phone from my ear and stood, offering my hand.
"Nice to meet you. Han Haeseong."
*
The next morning, Sia the Fairy slowly opened her eyes in bed.
"Hah..."
A short sigh broke the silence.
Sia the Fairy pressed her forehead and sat up slowly.
Her head felt heavy, a dull ache from the beer last night throbbing faintly.
It wasn't much, but the alcohol she'd drunk on purpose wasn't just for getting buzzed—it was a tool for seduction.
But that night had gone off the rails somehow.
"Thirsty..."
Sia the Fairy downed the glass by her bedside, then ran her fingers through her tousled hair and stood before the mirror.
Her reflection was still flawless.
Even without makeup, sharp nose, deep eyes, perfect figure...
The reason she turned heads even in the heavenly realm.
But.
'How could he say that in that moment?'
One line stuck in Sia the Fairy's mind.
She stared into the mirror and murmured softly.
"Just so you know, I'm divorced...?"
As the booze kicked in and the mood heated up, why bring that up?
Sia the Fairy tilted her head at her reflection.
She scanned her face carefully, then spoke quietly.
"Am I not his type? Or does he like men?"
She stared into the mirror a while longer after, then let out a small chuckle.
She shook her head slowly, adding in resignation,
'If so... he wouldn't have married in the first place.'
Sia the Fairy slumped onto the sofa.
Arm on the rest, chin in hand, she replayed last night step by step.
'We were so close...'
Han Haeseong had been on the verge of crumbling.
At least, that's how she'd seen it.
But an unexpected variable.
The bomb of "divorce" shattered the mood.
'...Not like I planned to actually sleep with him.'
She steadied herself.
Last night was pure seduction, nothing more or less.
Just like with other men: one touch to torment, dominate, control.
A kiss wouldn't stir emotions—it'd be a trap.
She leaned back on the sofa, swaying her toes gently, gazing at the ceiling.
'He really... bolted.'
Sia the Fairy chuckled unwittingly.
It was light and brief, almost silly.
She crossed one leg over the other and faced forward, organizing her thoughts.
'All those human men fell so easily. Why not him...'
She recalled the others.
Countless human men undone by her gaze or breath.
Seized by impulses they couldn't control, kneeling before her, throwing away their lives, even dedicating everything.
But Han Haeseong was different.
Her eyes softened strangely, her expression unraveling.
'Anyone'd think I was gonna eat him alive.'
She still couldn't grasp it.
Was he flustered? Shocked? Unclear.
But one thing was sure: he'd fled her place in a panic.
That haste and fluster was a reaction she'd never seen in her centuries.
'...Kinda cute, though.'
A faint smile played on her lips.
This one lingered deeper.
"...!!"
Han Haeseong's face kept surfacing in her mind.
Sia the Fairy clenched her fist on her knee, face hardening.
Lips a straight line, eyes icing over.
'Snap out of it! He's just a bit different from the other humans.'
She told herself that.
The plan had veered, but it wasn't over.
If anything, more intriguing now.
No way emotions would waver over some guy dodging a kiss and slamming the door.
And.
This wasn't mere pettiness or payback.
A systematic, calculated revenge born of utter contempt and distrust for humans.
"Right. Humans are all the same anyway."
Sia the Fairy whispered it.
Her eyes grew colder, smile gone.
She gripped her phone, lips curling in a sinister smirk.
'Han Haeseong... let's see how long you hold out.'