Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"S-Sorry. I really had no idea you meant make it bigger."
"No, if you were confused, you should've just asked! How could you smash a Heavenly Peach into my face and fly off into the sky like that!?"
"I naturally thought that's what you meant by making it longer."
Ha...
I'd come up to the rooftop stairs fully resolved to give her a proper scolding, but seeing the Silver Fairy with her pitiful expression, fidgeting with her fingers...
'Why is she so damn cute!!'
And on top of that.
Since I'd given her time for a bath and waited downstairs before coming up, her hair was still damp from the water. It looked like she'd gone from the bath to the sauna next, as she was wearing a sweat-absorbent outfit that clung transparently to her stunning figure.
This is what they mean when they say beautiful people can get away with anything...
All my anger just drained away.
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
I put my hands on my hips and huffed, and the Silver Fairy hurriedly pulled out a Heavenly Peach.
"Eat this, and it'll grow your height."
"You sure about that? It won't just make my toes longer or my hair grow down to my waist when I wake up, right?"
"N-No, of course not! It'll definitely make you taller."
"Sigh... You could've at least asked first."
"I said it once already, but I'm really sorry."
Thinking about it again, if it had been the Gold Fairy instead, she probably would've acted all brazen even after messing up.
Since I still had something important to say, I quickly took the Heavenly Peach and flashed a fake smile.
"So, what about this?"
"What do you mean?"
"This!"
I boldly pointed down at "the guy" with my finger.
The Silver Fairy's face instantly flushed bright red.
"Th-That... I'll put it back the way it was."
No, why hit the brakes when things were going so well?
Hiding my flustered state, I calmly continued.
"Nah, it's fine. I've gotten used to it now, so it'd feel kinda empty when I go to pee."
"O-Okay. If that's what you want."
"Good."
The Silver Fairy's cheeks flushed red once more.
Unlike the Gold Fairy, she really had these cute sides to her.
The Silver Fairy let out a short sigh and glanced at the newly completed cold plunge pool.
"What's this?"
"Uh... It's for jumping into the cold water after the hot bath or sauna to cool off."
"You mean a cold pond?"
"Yeah, going back and forth between hot and cold improves blood circulation. It'll be good for you."
"I'll try it next time then."
"Huh? Weren't you changing to go into the sauna?"
"...I'll just head out for today."
With that, the Silver Fairy grabbed her Celestial Robe, and I quickly turned my head away.
"All dressed now?"
I waited a long time, but no reply from the Silver Fairy.
Sensing something off, I turned around, but she was already gone without a trace, vanished into the sky.
'She's this shy?'
How could sisters have such different personalities?
Especially the Silver Fairy—she seemed way more bashful than the others.
"Hoo!!"
Anyway, tomorrow at the chaebol birthday party, I'd at least be a bit taller, right?
Compared to them, all I had going for me was my looks, so I had no choice but to cling to that desperately.
I tilted my head back.
Reaching toward the sky where the Silver Fairy had vanished, I raised my voice.
"Chaebols, wait for me!"
The darkness of the abandoned house hung thick as ever.
Night had ended and dawn broken, but the place remained steeped in silence, as if oblivious to time's passage.
Cool dawn air seeped through the broken windows, carrying a faint musty dampness mingled with dust.
"...Urp..."
In the midst of it all, Park Gwangho lay motionless on the cold wooden floor.
His eyes wandered blankly into space, faint breaths wheezing in and out—made all the harder by the panties stuffed in his mouth.
His mind half-gone, he scarcely seemed aware of where he even was.
Swish.
And looming over him was one person.
Sowol.
She knelt on one knee, pulling her own panties from his mouth with her fingers and slipping them back on.
Her clothes were rumpled and dirtied from the night's madness, but her expression remained utterly calm.
No trace of guilt or regret.
If anything, she looked satisfied, her lips curving upward.
"...I was a bit rough, but you managed to keep my panties in without spitting them out. Good job."
Park Gwangho's chest heaved slowly yet violently.
He struggled to blink, lips twitching as if to speak, but no words came.
Sowol watched him with intrigued eyes, then reached out a hand.
Gently, oh so gently.
Her fingertips trailed from his hair down his body, smooth and natural.
Like a lover caressing with affection.
At that, Park Gwangho's entire body began to tremble violently.
"...!"
As if his body wouldn't obey, he shuddered uncontrollably, unable even to breathe properly.
Sowol smiled sweetly at the sight.
"Don't worry. As much as I hate to say it, it's really time for me to go now."
"..."
With Park Gwangho still silent, Sowol continued smoothly.
"If I think of you again, I'll come visit. Next time, I'll be even rougher, so look forward to it."
Sowol sighed softly, rising to her feet and slowly lifting her hand.
In that instant, an energy rippled through the abandoned house, shattering the stillness.
As her hand swept the air, an invisible force wrapped the space, stirring a faint breeze.
Old cobwebs on the ceiling swayed, dust on the floor lifting momentarily.
Whoooosh—
The wind began methodically clearing the area, erasing traces of Sowol from the night before, one by one.
Torn scraps of clothing scattered about and strands of her hair swirled into the breeze, vanishing like mist.
Thus, the house was left pristine, as if Sowol had never been there at all.
"Take care."
Mwah—
Sowol leaned down, planting a light kiss on the cheek of the prone Park Gwangho, then walked indifferently toward the door.
Her silhouette crossed between darkness and dawn light, gradually fading from the abandoned house.
"Kuh!"
Once Sowol was gone, Park Gwangho couldn't stay still.
His body was wrecked, his mind crawling at rock bottom.
Summoning every ounce of strength, he slowly pushed himself up.
His limbs throbbed numbly, sharp pain stabbing from his ribs.
His blood-soaked shirt clung wetly with sweat and gore; even twitching a finger hurt.
Yet he swallowed his groans and barely managed to stand.
'I have to survive.'
Amid the bone-crushing pain, he took one step, then another forward.
Stepping out the door, the dawn air chilled his skin.
The sky blended midnight's heavy black with pre-dawn blue into an eerie hue.
Once free of the house, Park Gwangho squeezed out his hidden reserves and quickened his pace.
Thud!
Gasping as he burst from the alley, a powerful impact sent him sprawling backward.
His mind reeled, but he forced his head up.
There, in his vision, was Yoo Soeun—known to him since childhood.
"Soeun-i..."
"Gwangho oppa...?"
Yoo Soeun stood a step back in the night mist, gazing down at him.
Dawn light faintly illuminated her face, her dark eyes fixed silently on him.
Park Gwangho desperately reached toward her.
"H-Help... me... please..."
His voice, raw from a night of screams, came out tiny and whimpering.
Yoo Soeun looked down at him calmly.
Then she slowly turned her head, scanning the surroundings.
The early hour meant no signs of life.
Only the wind whispered sadly through the branches.
In that moment, a chilling smile crept across Yoo Soeun's face.
"Grandma Choi told me. You said you'd knock me down, right?"
"Th-That was..."
"That doesn't matter, actually. But... she said you threatened to beat Haeseong oppa bloody...?"
Park Gwangho swallowed hard, and Yoo Soeun stepped forward, her face devoid of any smile.
Something dangerous flickered to life in the depths of her eyes.
"S-Soeun-i... that's..."
Park Gwangho sensed the danger instinctively.
But he was already spent.
No strength left to flee.
As he scrambled for an excuse to survive, Yoo Soeun's head tilted oddly.
"How dare you... touch Haeseong oppa...?"
Her words dripped with icy venom.
Her eyes narrowed coldly on him.
Like a beast sighting prey.
Swish—grab.
Yoo Soeun slowly scanned the area again.
Then she picked up a stone from the ground with her slender hand.
"We... we... how we met again..."
A faint smile played on Yoo Soeun's lips.
But it held no warmth.
Park Gwangho's body shrank back on instinct.
As Yoo Soeun gripped the stone and smiled quietly at him, the wind picked up fiercely.
"H-Help—mmph!"
Suddenly, her palm—warm yet chillingly cold—clamped hard over Park Gwangho's mouth.
And with that, she began dragging him into the dark alley.
"Shh."
"Guhk!"
Park Gwangho struggled desperately.
He dug his heels into the ground, but his drained legs couldn't hold.
His shoe soles scraped pitifully along the rough pavement as he was hauled away.
'No...!'
Trembling in terror, Park Gwangho clawed at the air.
Anyone, anywhere—please see this and help.
His fingers stretched desperately into the void, clinging to final hope, but his plea reached no one.
Only the wind brushed past.
And so.
In the faint dawn-lit street, Park Gwangho was slowly swallowed into the darkness alongside Yoo Soeun.