Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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"Oppa, what did you do to me... Huh?"
The first change Yoo Soeun clearly noticed was her voice.
Next came her fingertips.
Instinctively, she looked down at her hands, staring at her shrunken fingers as her voice trembled.
"Wh-what the hell is..."
"Your eye level's dropped a lot, hasn't it?"
Yoo Soeun hurriedly felt her body all over.
The full, voluptuous breasts she'd always been proud of were gone. Even the hair covering her pussy had vanished.
Her childish body, thighs, arms, stomach—even her face. Everything had changed.
"Kyaaak!"
The moment I first laid eyes on Yoo Soeun's true, innocent face.
I curled up the corners of my mouth and spoke.
"A few days ago, I put up soundproofing. No matter how much you scream, it won't leak outside."
"Why... why are you doing this to me?"
What a joke.
She was the one who'd raped me after turning me into a boy, then knocked me out with facesitting. And now she's asking, "Why are you doing this to me?"
On top of that, she'd slapped my face hard to wake me up when I passed out.
So, this was the only way it could end up so cruel.
Anyway.
Yoo Soeun's face had definitely become endlessly youthful.
Her skin was paler and softer, her eyes rounder and more innocent.
Her cheeks were chubby, like she hadn't lost her baby fat yet, and her lips were small and dainty.
It vaguely reminded me of her as a child.
"Why? 'Cause it'd be fun to rape you like this."
"Wh-what do you mean... You can't do weird stuff like this between people who love each other."
"You might not remember, but you did way worse to me."
"...Huh?"
"Ah, the more I think about it, the madder I get. I suffered trauma from being raped, and the perpetrator doesn't even remember."
"Ch-change me back right now!"
"Nah."
She was really panicking now—her breathing grew ragged.
Even as she screamed, she kept checking her body in disbelief.
"This is real... What the hell..."
Yoo Soeun grabbed her hair with trembling, terrified hands.
No matter how crazy she was, she couldn't act normal in this unreal situation.
While she floundered, trying to make sense of it, I gripped my cock in my palm and smiled.
"Lick it."
"Oppa, this... this is a crime..."
Until now, Yoo Soeun had always acted deranged.
Even when she was about to rape me, she'd pressured me playfully, confident she had full control.
But.
Her expression now was completely different.
Shock, fear, confusion—all mixed together on her face.
"You fucking bitch, the crime's what you did to me. You think I didn't notice you stalking around my house like a creep every day?"
"How did you—"
"And imitating my ex-wife? You should've checked into a mental hospital instead of coming back to this town."
The moment those words landed, Yoo Soeun instinctively spun around to run.
Her feet scrambled desperately.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Before she could reach the bedroom door, I grabbed her hair, and she let out a pained scream.
"—Eek!"
Her body lurched backward, yanked by her hair.
Her shrunken frame made the power difference even starker. She struggled desperately, but her size was no match.
"Feels poignant, experiencing the roles reversed like this."
"L-let go!"
Just like I'd thrashed and screamed desperately when I'd been turned into a boy, she was doing the same.
I looked down at her calmly, yanking her hair even harder.
"You dare rape a kid who dreamed of becoming a scientist?"
"...What are you talking about..."
"Why keep resisting? Don't you like me?"
"My body's all wrong right now!"
"We made a promise as kids, right? I waited, believing that, but you got mad when I married someone else?"
"...How do you..."
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
I gave back exactly what she'd done to me, sneering vilely.
"You said you'd keep the promise? Then it's fine to fuck, right?"
"Oppa, are you insane...?"
"You said it'd be okay to fuck if you got married? Now that the tables have turned, you're changing your tune?"
I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping her hair.
Forcing her to kneel before me, I looked down at her blankly.
Tears welled up as she clasped her hands together, begging.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but... I'm really sorry... Please don't do this..."
"Lick."
"...Huh?"
Back when I'd been turned into a boy, how many times had I begged her?
Yet Yoo Soeun hadn't listened, just ground her pussy against my lips.
What goes around comes around.
I seized her jaw and forced her mouth open.
Then pulled out her tongue with my fingers and shoved my cock inside.
"G-guhk!!"
My massive dick filled her tiny mouth; she couldn't handle it and pushed at my thighs.
The more she did, the tighter I gripped her hair and thrust my hips.
"O-oppa, stop—guhk!"
Yeah.
This was what I wanted.
Revenge means nothing if the target enjoys it.
"G-gulp!"
Even after two loads, the thrill of vengeance surged adrenaline through me.
The third climax hit in seconds.
"Krrgh—!"
"Guhk, guhk!"
"Won't let go till you swallow it all."
She pounded my thighs with her palms, begging for release, but it tickled more than hurt.
As I sneered, she tried to bite my cock with her teeth to survive.
Before her jaw clenched, I yanked her hair up and pulled out.
"Ghk, ghk!"
"Fucking bitch, trying to bite my dick?"
"Kkh! Guhk!"
"I didn't bite your clit even when I passed out, but you can't hold back?"
Yoo Soeun looked up at me, her face drained white.
Realization dawned as she collapsed to the floor, then knelt again.
"...I'm sorry..."
Her tiny hands shook.
Her cheeks quivered as she knelt, hands clasped.
I chuckled and spoke.
"What're you sorry for?"
"W-whatever it is, I'm sorry... Forgive me..."
Her voice was desperate, on the verge of breaking.
Tears welled in round drops, streaming down her small cheeks.
"How can you apologize without knowing what you did wrong?"
"Please... Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you...?"
"See? Just now you said whatever it was, now you're flipping again."
"Change... change my body back..."
I looked down at her coldly.
Tear-soaked face, disheveled hair, trembling fingertips...
Finally, she looked like a woman being raped.
I bent down, gripped her chin, and lifted it.
"Soeun-ah, even in that little body, marrying me should be fine, right?"
"...Oppa, this isn't right..."
"Kinda disappointing. Is your love for me that shallow?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Then you don't like me anymore?"
I'd pushed her far enough; she should give up now.
But her trembling fingers pressed against the floor.
Still kneeling in her tiny body, she bowed her head deeply.
"......"
But.
Yoo Soeun's lips parted, then closed.
She couldn't say what she obviously should.
Her small fingers clenched the floor white-knuckled.
'No fucking way... Even after all this, she won't give up on liking me?'
A chill ran down my spine beyond goosebumps.
The madness and obsession refusing to let go, even wiping tears with her tiny hand.
She still needed more discipline.
I grabbed her slender wrist firmly.
Her shrunken body was easy to handle with one hand.
I yanked her arm up, and her light body rose effortlessly.
And—
Whoosh.
I hurled her onto the bed.
Her small form floated lightly in the air before landing with a soft thud.
Still, the impact shook her; her hair tangled wildly.
Like tossing a rag doll.
"Hiiik!"
"Whew, you're pretty light."
Yoo Soeun instinctively curled up.
Breathing raggedly, she looked up at me with fear-filled eyes.
"D-don't!"
...Fuck.
Even wanting revenge, human guilt crept in.
Her size killed my drive even more.
I went back to the living room, grabbed the aging Heavenly Peach, and force-fed it to her.
Her body slowly reverted.
"It's... going back..."
Finally, her sensual curves returned, hardening my dick again.
Relief brought tears to her eyes once more.
"Oppa... That was scary."
"Shut up and turn around."
I forced her face-down on the bed.
Climbing on her back, I smirked.
"Can't be helped. Anal it is."