Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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The bathroom was quiet.
However, the sounds echoing from behind that silence were even more terrifying.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull thud of someone pounding on the door.
It wasn't a polite knock—it was far more threatening, far more relentless.
"Haeseong oppa, why aren't you answering!?"
No, I'd eaten the Heavenly Reincarnation Pill, and my mind felt somewhat clear now, but why hadn't she collapsed yet?
Was there such a thing as an aphrodisiac tolerance?
Bang—!
Leaning my back against the door, I bowed my head and stared down at my stubby little limbs.
Me, reduced to an elementary school kid's body.
If I went out like this?
It was over.
If Yoo Soeun saw me in this state, I couldn't even begin to guess her reaction.
'Fuck, King Yama!'
I brought my tiny palm to my chest.
Thump—! Thump—!
My heart was pounding furiously.
And then—
Bang——!
The door shook violently.
Maybe because the bathroom was such a cramped space, the vibrations traveled straight through my body.
I clutched my hair with both hands.
'Tch, stay calm!'
I squeezed my eyes shut and frantically unbuttoned my shirt.
The baggy clothes hung ridiculously loose on my shrunken frame.
If I stayed dressed like this, she'd figure out I'd shrunk in no time.
No choice—I hurriedly stripped off the rest of my clothes and shoved them behind the toilet.
Now I was completely naked, not even underwear left.
Swish.
The window had iron bars across the middle to keep out burglars, so even my pint-sized body couldn't squeeze through.
I bit my lip hard just as Yoo Soeun's voice rang out again.
"Haeseong oppa, if you don't come out, I'm really gonna break this door down?"
Her voice carried the edge of patience fully spent.
She slammed into the door one last time like a final warning, then everything fell silent.
'What? Did she give up?'
Ha...
Fuck, why was she so goddamn obsessed?
Should I call the cops or something?
If I did, how the hell would I explain myself to them?
If word got out that my body had shrunk, they'd probably drag me off somewhere for human experiments, right?
As my mind raced with every wild thought imaginable, a deafening roar shook the entire bathroom.
Kwaaaang——!
I reflexively curled up and plastered myself against the wall.
This wasn't just a kick.
It sounded like something heavy and solid smashing into the doorknob.
Clank— Clank— Kwaaaang——!
I slapped my palm over my mouth to stifle even my breathing.
And then...
"Hehe..."
Yoo Soeun's faint laugh drifted in from outside the door.
It was soft, but laced with something twisted.
Joy? Anticipation?
No, more like...
The thrill of a predator savoring its prey's desperate struggles.
Bang——!
At last, the final blow shattered the doorknob completely.
As the door creaked slowly open—like a scene straight out of a horror flick—Yoo Soeun stepped inside, hammer clutched in one hand.
Step—! Step—!
Yoo Soeun looked utterly unhinged.
Her breasts still fully exposed, pants vanished at some point—down to just panties now—hair a tangled mess, cheeks flushed red.
Her eyes screamed she was far beyond rational.
Even standing upright was a miracle.
'...Am I really fucked?'
Yoo Soeun slowly scanned the bathroom until her gaze landed on me, her eyes narrowing to slits.
"...Who are you?"
Her voice was quiet, but it dripped with sharp suspicion.
No matter how I spun it, if she realized I was Haeseong, I was done for. My brain kicked into overdrive.
"I'm Haeseong uncle's nephew!?"
I tried mimicking a kid's speech, lisping just a bit, and Yoo Soeun's brows furrowed slightly.
She bent down at the waist to meet my eyes.
"...Nephew?"
"Yeah, who are you, noona?"
Yoo Soeun stared straight through me for what felt like forever, silent.
Her gaze swirled with doubt and distrust.
She locked eyes with mine, probing for any hint of deception.
"Aha, I see?"
It was the kind of obvious lie no sane person would buy under the circumstances, but right now, Soeun-i was anything but sane.
First things first, I had to deal with that hammer somehow.
"...What's that?"
"Ah... this? The door was stuck... But where's your uncle?"
"Dunno..."
Suddenly, she ran her palm over my head, stroking it.
Then, with her molars gritted just a touch, she spoke.
"Come on out for now?"
Yoo Soeun's voice was gentle.
But a subtle pressure lurked beneath it.
'Refuse, and she'll get suspicious. Obey, and it's even riskier...'
No, this was the moment to play for time.
Bolting blindly could backfire spectacularly.
I had to go along with it as much as possible.
"Ah... okay."
I stepped outside, doing my best to look like a wide-eyed innocent kid, and she plopped down onto a dining chair.
Then she dragged another chair right next to hers with a heavy thud.
"Sit here."
Her tone left no room for argument.
I knew on instinct that refusing would spell trouble.
I swallowed hard and eased into the seat beside her. Without a word, she grabbed her soju glass and knocked it back in one go.
Gulp—
As she tilted her head back, the pale curve of her throat came into view.
Staring at her, a thought crossed my mind.
'With looks like that, why pull this dangerous shit?'
Beautiful face, slim but toned and springy figure.
It was frustrating that she couldn't leverage assets like those.
"But hey."
"...Yeah?"
I cocked my head, and she licked her lips before speaking.
"Why didn't you open the door when noona asked earlier?"
"Ah, I was using the bathroom."
"Oh? Then why are you naked? Where are your clothes?"
Her eyes were clearly glazed over, but damn, she was sharp.
Hard to say where sanity ended. I kept my cool and replied steadily.
"Ah! Uncle said he was throwing them in the wash."
"I see. You know, noona's naked too."
"Y-yeah?"
My gaze naturally drifted to her chest.
Slim build or not, they were perky and full of bounce.
She stared right at me and flashed a smile.
"Oh? You like these, huh? Wanna touch?"
With that, she leaned forward, practically offering them up.
The way she acted confirmed she was out of it, but brushing her off sent an inexplicable chill down my spine.
"...It's fine."
"No, go on, touch."
She cupped the underside of one breast with her hand and thrust it toward me.
Then she wiggled her fingers, grinning wide in blatant invitation.
"Touch it. Pretty, right?"
Her mind was already half-shattered.
Refusing might unleash who-knows-what—I couldn't even guess.
In the end, I held out my tiny palm.
Squish—
I fumbled at Yoo Soeun's breast, desperately schooling my face.
Like a clueless little boy.
"Wow... it's so squishy."
"Really?"
Have I ever been this terrified while groping a girl's chest?
The softness was nice, but it felt like my breath was catching, terror making my heart hammer.
I carefully pulled my hand away and looked up.
"Noona, what's your deal with Haeseong uncle?"
"Mm, we're the kind who promised our futures together."
"Oh...? How long have you two been close?"
I racked my brain for an escape while firing off questions.
The Heavenly Reincarnation Pill hidden on the sink?
If I could swallow that, even in this kid body, I could overpower Yoo Soeun easy.
Problem was, I was too short—would need to climb on a chair.
Swish.
But the real issue: she was way too close.
Skin brushing skin, her every breath wafting shampoo mingled with booze.
She'd closed every gap, like she knew I might bolt.
And then, to rub salt in the wound—
Yoo Soeun scooped up a bite of acorn jelly and popped it straight into her mouth?
She chewed it slowly, then chased it with a full shot of soju.
'Fuck, just gorge on that jelly and pass out already.'
Clack—
The empty glass hit the table, the sound echoing through the living room, and her eyes gleamed.
"I've known Haeseong oppa since we were little kids..."
And then.
The air froze solid, silence stretching out.
My fingertips dug into my knees from tension as she stared off into space, lost in nostalgic haze.
'Why'd she go quiet all of a sudden?'
Just moments ago, she'd looked dazed from the booze and drugs, but now she was unnaturally serene.
Yet that calm vibe hid something ominous.
Swish.
She slowly lowered her head and poured another shot, wetting her throat.
Then, out of nowhere, she stroked my hair.
Gentle, but oppressively heavy touch.
"...Oppa, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"
My heart plummeted in an instant.
Breath snagged in my throat, but I forced my face to stay neutral.
"Noona... what're you talking about?"
"The first time we met, oppa had..."
She trailed off, then slowly turned her gaze to me and finished.
"This exact face. Hasn't changed one bit—this innocent face..."
"Th-that..."
The second I twisted to flee, her fingers clamped down on my hair, yanking hard.
It wasn't tender.
Wincing in pain, I strained to meet her eyes and stammer out some excuse.
And then.
"...You'd better not even think about running away anymore."