Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"Coffee? Or a soda?"
"...Just water, please."
Still chewing over that lingering chill, I stepped into the living room.
Even after the Silver Fairy vanished, traces of her clung like an afterimage—but now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
I'd run into Soeun-i right at the entrance.
"Sit down and let's talk."
"Okay."
Soeun-i hesitated for a moment before cautiously settling on the sofa across from me.
Her movements were careful, almost like she was gauging my mood, her fingertips fidgeting with the paper bag she'd brought along.
It was a far cry from how she'd looked just minutes ago at the door.
'It was like staring down a horror movie back there.'
The Soeun-i who'd stopped me at the front door wore a chilling expression shrouded in dark energy, no trace of her usual cute smile.
Her eyes fixed on me as if suppressing some deep emotion, lips curved faintly upward—but it wasn't a smile.
I shook off the spine-tingling chill and handed her a glass of water, easing onto the sofa myself.
"So, what brings you here?"
Soeun-i flinched, her gaze darting away from mine.
Her hands clenched tightly over her knees, shoulders hunched inward.
Like a kid bracing for something scary?
She fiddled silently with her fingers for a long moment before finally speaking in a quiet voice.
"Lately... why have you been avoiding me?"
"...Huh?"
"You used to meet up with me all the time at first. But now, every time I suggest hanging out, you make some excuse."
Her voice was lower than usual, each word laced with caution, yet blunt as could be.
I shifted in my seat, forcing an awkward smile.
"What are you talking about? Why would I avoid you?"
"...You said you'd call after the rooftop work was done."
"It isn't finished yet."
"I went up to the roof, and the cold bath was already complete...?"
Trespassing on the rooftop? And she admits it so brazenly?
I was at a loss for words.
But I couldn't let her see me rattled.
I exhaled slowly on purpose.
Clenched my fist once, released it, striving for calm.
"Then you saw it yourself—we switched the cold bath to wood this time."
"Yes."
"Building collapse worries, so cold bath to wood. Hot bath's next. Construction's not done."
"I-Is that right?"
I met Soeun-i's eyes squarely, speaking with full confidence.
Everything I said was one hundred percent true.
Of course, a little white lie was called for too.
"It's the bathhouse Dad left his mark on. Focusing on the reno helps me grieve."
"Ah..."
My tone stayed even, but I wove in a faint tremor, like holding back feeling.
Slowly dropped my gaze to the floor, head dipping slightly.
As if the conversation itself weighed on me.
"So... could you cut me some slack...?"
I lifted my head gradually.
Soen-i's lips quivered, a sharp breath escaping as tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks.
"Sob... sob...!"
"...Huh? Why are you crying?"
Leaning forward at the shock, Soeun-i buried her face in her hands, shoulders heaving.
"B-Because you're so pitiful, oppa..."
"No... it's not that tear-worthy."
"You have such a kind heart... The fact you even feel that way..."
Truth is, these days it's more about scoring Heavenly Peaches and gold bars from the fairies—but her tears stirred an odd guilt.
I waved it off hastily.
"I just wanted to finish the bathhouse the way Dad envisioned."
"Sob... Oppa, I'm sorry..."
"What do you have to be sorry for...?"
"I kept bugging you without realizing how much you miss your dad."
She's got empathy, so probably not a full psychopath...
Maybe just anger issues—stabbing a coworker with a pen?
Ha...
Putting together what Jiwon-i's mom said, she's risky to have around.
Maybe call up Lee Minha, the one I used to live with?
I'm safety-obsessed.
Every flight, I'm terrified of crashes—stick to countries with strict gun laws for travel.
So yeah, I need to trust Soeun-i.
"...But what's in the bag?"
"Oh, this?"
She wiped her tears in a flash and handed over the paper bag.
I tilted my head, peeked inside—chocolate and a letter.
"Chocolate, huh?"
Just like that, Soeun-i beamed softly, eyes sparkling, as if the tears never happened.
"Yeah, I made it myself. Want to try some?"
*
The air inside Jua Fairy's villa hung thick and cloying.
Faint smoke still swirled through the room, the mood heavy enough to choke on.
Blood reeked so thick every inhale brought the tang of iron.
And there, smack in the room's center, Choi Youngseok sprawled across the crimson-soaked floor.
Stark naked, deep gashes across his skin dripping blood in steady plops.
His mind all but gone, eyes glassy as he stared at the ceiling, ragged gasps escaping in bursts.
"Please... spare me..."
Choi Youngseok's sole sin? Freshman college kid, got hammered with buddies, passed out on the street.
Woke up here in the villa.
Meanwhile, Jua Fairy glanced down at her blood-smeared hands.
She was naked too, not even panties, fingertips twitching faintly.
"Haa... haa..."
Her harsh breaths echoed through the villa.
Sweat trickled from her brow toward her eyes; she wiped it slow with the back of her hand.
Palm slick with gore—a red smear bloomed across one cheek.
"Please... why are you doing this to me...?"
Jua Fairy always broke men slow, savoring the abuse only after claiming them fully.
But Choi Youngseok? She unleashed without restraint.
Blood speckled her ample breasts and thighs; each step squelched sticky from pooled crimson.
"Haa..."
"Ugh... someone... save me..."
Jua Fairy reeled back a stumbling step.
A soft sigh escaped as she slumped into a chair, fingers pressing her temples.
Screeech.
Just then, the villa's front door creaked open cautiously. Butler Lee Hyunseok slipped in quietly.
His eyes skimmed the floor, landing on the gore-drenched Choi Youngseok.
No flicker in his expression.
He was used to scenes like this.
"Jua Fairy."
"...What is it?"
"The Choi Youngseok you brought—parents died young in a car crash."
"No one to file a missing persons?"
"College friends exist, but we've handled it through his phone. No reports for a while."
"Hoo... Got it."
The butler eyed the sprawled Choi Youngseok once more, voice tentative.
"Fairy."
"Speak."
"Weren't you bringing Han Haeseong today?"
"...Yeah, something like that."
"If it failed, tell me the details. I'll handle cleanup right away."
"It failed, but no cleanup needed."
"...Pardon?"
"Couldn't even attempt the kidnapping."
Butler Lee Hyunseok cocked his head, puzzled.
"What do you mean...?"
Jua Fairy drew a deep breath from her seat.
Fingertips still quivering ever so slightly.
She lifted a hand to dab sweat from her forehead, but the tremor betrayed her tension all too clearly.
Suddenly, she stared blankly into space, then turned to the butler.
"That house..."
She trailed off, swallowed hard, voice dropping low and hollow as she finished.
"...had a monster in it."
"A monster?"
"Yeah. A really dangerous one..."
Butler Lee Hyunseok regarded Jua Fairy silently.
Terror etched on her face—a look she'd never shown even him.
He nodded, asking no more.
"...Understood."
"Anyway, hands off Han Haeseong for now. No need to worry."
"Got it."
The butler gave a curt reply, stepped back, and exited the villa without a second's pause.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Jua Fairy sagged against the chair back, exhaling deeply.
'Haa... Does the Gold Fairy know Han Haeseong's tied to the Silver Fairy too?'
She pressed a hand to her forehead.
Her whole body felt drained.
She hauled herself up from the chair's depths, sweat trickling down her back.
Wiped lightly at her underarm.
Damp disgust clung to her palm.
"So annoying..."
She muttered under her breath and advanced once more on the blood-soaked Choi Youngseok.
"...D-don't come closer... please...!"
And so.
A faint shadow fell anew over Choi Youngseok's crumpled form on the floor.