Chapter 26: Master…

Turdle, turdle.

Was it a chain reaction of weakening steps?

The strength in my whole body drained away along with it.

You ask what caused it?

It’s none other than the place I’m heading to right now.

That haunted house.

…No.

Let’s correct that.

It’s a house haunted by a ghost story.

From the moment I heard Noise say that I should definitely go there, a man’s face showed blatant animosity.

Like livestock being dragged to a slaughterhouse, I was moving to that ghost story’s house.

Of course, there was no need to move to that ghost story’s house right away.

But.

That said, the only other places I could go in this world teeming with ghost stories are.

-The library where Noise is.

-The Ghost Story General Store.

Those are the only two places.

I’m about to cry because there’s not enough to describe.

So, instead of wandering around other places and wasting time, I chose to face the music first.

That’s why I’m heading to that house.

My steps feel heavy today as I head there.

Every time I take a step, Noise’s words keep lingering in my head.

-And I never thought she would ask me for such a favor.

Such a favor…

I didn’t ask at the time.

But what kind of favor did she ask that even Noise showed such a surprised reaction?

I’m already anxious.

I’ve already thought dozens of times about turning around and going back right now!

When all sorts of thoughts were intertwined and confusing a man’s head.

Ah.

I’ve arrived.

Park Yeon-jung sighed at the distance to the library, which was too short to even give him a chance to turn back.

Let’s go.

The situation won’t change even if I run away right now.

Rather, if I visit the house late, the b*tch inside might harm me.

…Okay.

Let’s think positively.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing.

Isn’t that right?

I recalled the feelings I had when I first visited this house.

Warm warmth.

The stew that tasted excellent.

The fluffy bed.

The baseball bat next to the shoe rack.

The paper terrorist who kept me from falling asleep all night.

A chill enveloped my body.

I was standing in front of the front door before I knew it, holding the key in one hand and frozen for a while.

I wondered if something worse than a baseball bat would fly towards me as soon as I opened the door.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard dozens of times.

With trembling hands, I barely pushed the key into the front door keyhole and turned it.

Click.

The sound of the door opening pierced my ears.

When I grabbed the doorknob and opened the front door as it was.

Squeak.

“Welcome, Master.”

“I’m so glad to see you again

•Click.

…I just reflexively closed the door.

But.

Clearly

…..

Clearly, unless I saw it wrong.

There was someone inside.

Clearly, a person like Park Yeon-jung himself was standing in front of the front door inside the house.

Moreover.

It was a woman wearing a Japanese kimono that is hard to find in this neighborhood.

I turned around for a moment.

I wondered if I had mistakenly entered someone else’s home.

I immediately looked around the house carefully.

The serious condition of the building’s exterior, which fell far short of a general building, and the serious state of corrosion of the building, which seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.

This is the right place.

The current condition of this building was comparable to that of the Ghost Story General Store, and this was definitely the ghost story’s house I knew before.

And the voice that the woman had just uttered.

It was familiar.

It was the voice I heard when I left this house yesterday.

At that moment, a word from Noise flashed through my mind.

-And I never thought she would ask me for such a favor.

Could it be.

My gaze returned to the front door of the dilapidated house.

Turdle.

When I moved my steps back to the front door and grabbed the doorknob again.

Squeak.

“Stop with the childish pranks.”

“That time, the stew.”

“……

“Yes?”

“It was really delicious.

It was delicious.”

At my sudden compliment, I waited for the woman’s reaction.

“I can make it for you anytime if you want.”

That’s right.

Ah, that’s right.

The woman who greeted me in front of me now is the b*tch who kept me from falling asleep with paper terror.

But why she has a human appearance unlike before… Well, I can guess roughly.

“It’s chilly.

Come inside.”

“

•Yep.”

I can’t even ask for a specific reason.

I wondered if that word would be rude to the ghost story woman in front of me.

And if Noise had created a human body for this b*tch at her request.

This ghost story woman is maintaining a somewhat close relationship with that b*tch.

If so.

There’s no point in touching it unnecessarily.

Let’s watch the situation and move.

“……By the way.’

Park Yeon-jung wondered why he was still attacking the ghost story even though his work hours were over.

‘Isn’t this overtime?’

Click.

Park Yeon-jung’s unexpected overtime began.

“Take a shower first.

I’ll prepare a meal in the meantime.”

“You don’t have an answer?”

“Yes!

I’ll take a clean shower!”

Is this right?

Park Yeon-jung is reminded of his military training days after a long time for some reason.

My heavy steps carrying the clothes to change into with drooping shoulders.

Quietly.

•Eerie!

The strange gaze as if someone was staring at the back of my head for a moment.

Whirr!

Before I knew it, my gaze was directed at the ghost story woman in the kitchen.

“Why are you doing that?

If you need anything, I’ll bring it to you.”

The ghost story woman must have been preparing the ingredients.

She was holding a kitchen knife in one hand and holding it up towards me.

And her gaze was somehow.

It was cold and sharp.

…Um, I’m looking forward to the food.”

“Don’t worry about that.

My specialty is cooking.”

Tak, tak, tak, tak, tak.

As I listened to the sound of her skillfully chopping the ingredients with a kitchen knife, I hurriedly hid myself in the shower room.

Click.

As soon as I entered the shower room, I locked the door.

‘……….Let’s get out of here.’

Let’s get out of here right now.

Along with the string of reason that Park Yeon-jung had regained.

The ghost story woman’s eyes that had been holding up the kitchen knife to me were still flickering in front of me.

A cynical gaze that seemed to freeze over.

It was a different kind of cold from the severe cold that the Match Girl had managed.

Let’s really get out of here.

As soon as possible.

My gaze naturally turned to the small window in the shower room.

It was too narrow a space for an adult man to pass through.

If so, there are only two escape routes that I can think of.

-The most convenient front door,

-The window on the living room side leading to the yard.

I’m going to take the opportunity to escape to one of those two places.

I don’t want to become a new ingredient for that ghost story woman.

Park Yeon-jung’s gaze, who had set up an escape plan to some extent, turned to the shower.

Still, if I don’t wash and leave, she’ll suspect me, right?

Let’s play along with the b*tch for now.

I took off the suit I was wearing and slowly started washing my body.

Swish.

It was as if the warm hot water was washing away the tension in his stiff body.

It felt like my mind was clearing again, and it felt like I was regaining some composure…

Knock knock knock knock!

“Ugh!”

I almost screamed at the sound of someone knocking on the shower room door.

Was it because I had relaxed too much?

I blocked the screams that barely leaked out of my mouth with both hands.

“Master, is the water temperature okay?”

“……Yes!

It’s perfect!

It’s just right!

It’s the best!”

“…I see.”

I wanted her to go back because the water temperature was right.

The tension that had been trying to ease up until just now started rushing in again.

!!

•Click.

Wait, wait, wait!

That b*tch just now.

Click.

Click, click.

!!!

…Just now, the handle moved.

She was trying to open the shower room door.

If I hadn’t locked it, the scenes I had seen in so many horror movies flashed through my mind about what would happen after this.

“Master.”

“Yes, yes?!”

“It seems the door is locked.”

I locked it.

I couldn’t say, ‘Because you’re too scary!’, so I tried to say it in a plausible way.

“Ah…I think I accidentally locked it.”

Click, click, click, click, click.

……………I was wrong.

Only save my life.

Foot

While Park Yeon-jung was begging the ghost story woman who couldn’t even be seen beyond the shower room.

I was going to scrub your back.

Would you like to open it for a moment?”

“Ah, no!

I’m almost done washing.

I was just about to leave!”

“It doesn’t seem like you’ve been in there for very long?”

“I wash!

Fast!”

“Since you’re done washing.

Let’s postpone scrubbing your back until next time.”

Thud…thud.

The sound of footsteps moving away from the door.

Thump.

I just slumped down in that spot.

And with both hands covering my mouth.

I sobbed.

‘Please save me.

Mr.

Noise.’

When I finished the unpleasant shower and opened the shower room door.

Gurgle.

The smell of magical foods that suddenly disappeared the scene from that horror movie just now pierced my nose.

When I approached the kitchen, the food set on the table came into view.

“I didn’t know what you liked.

So I made a variety of things.”

“Master.

You’re drooling.”

Slurp.

Just a list of foods that make your mouth water.

Starting with my basic favorite stew.

Chicken, the number one delivery food that is common to all countries.

Pizza, a friend who is mentioned along with chicken.

Even jokbal and bossam, which I can’t eat because they’re expensive.

Seeing the sight of various foods that I would only see at a buffet all on one table.

There would be no one who wouldn’t drool.

…Well, it seemed like the amount was a bit excessive.

At this moment, excluding all the emotions I had felt here.

Park Yeon-jung really pushed food in until his stomach burst.

After that.

How long has it been?

Ah, I can’t eat anymore.”

As expected, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t handle all the food on the table.

But it was delicious.

Even though I was having a hard time pushing food in until my stomach was about to burst, a bright smile was naturally on my face.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied, Master.

As the one who prepared it, there’s no better compliment.”

“It was really delicious.”

“

“Thank you.”

After that, when the ghost story woman said she would clean up the table, I also said that I would help clean up as a thank you for the delicious meal.

“I can’t do much for the master who will visit here again.

Unlike that person……………

I’m not even an existence that can be called a ghost story.

I’m a defective product.”

A defective product that couldn’t become a ghost story?

It was a setting I was hearing for the first time.

I just want the master to rest comfortably here.”

“

“……Yes, I understand.”

I didn’t try to ask the ghost story woman, who seemed to have a rather complicated story, anything more.

Even if it’s not right now.

It was something I could ask Noise about this b*tch tomorrow.

After that, the steps I took were to throw this heavy body at once on the soft bed where I could lie down with a stuffy body.

Fluffy.

As expected, the bed here is also excellent.

There have been many things that have happened here, but still, at this moment, it felt like I could say that it was not a bad day.

Blink.

‘…Ah, I’m full.’

Sleep is coming.

Was it because of the too soft bed?

Or was it because of the postprandial drowsiness after eating too much?

I don’t know.

Right now, for now.

Too

Sleep is coming.

Park Yeon-jung fell into a deep sleep as it was.

Deeply, very deeply.

How deeply he fell asleep.

Thud, thud.

•Master.”

Slightly, very slightly.

The woman’s fingertips brushed against the man’s cheek.

He was in a deep sleep without noticing at all.

He really fell asleep soundly.

‘MasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMasterMaster..

A small sob flowing down on a woman’s breath slowly falls to the floor.

-Master.

The kimono that had been slowly covering the woman’s body along the white shoulder line slowly flowed down.

As if it was okay to show her skin, which she had never shown to anyone until now, in front of this man.

In the moonlight coming in through the window, the woman’s skin sparkled even more beautifully.

Thud.

And slowly.

Thud.

Very slowly.

The woman’s steps approached the bed more carefully than ever.

To the side of her master who had returned to her side again.

The woman…………approached.

While looking at the man lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Swish.

Slowly, she wrapped her body next to the man.

Lying next to the man, she fearlessly pulled his arm into her chest.

Flinch!

Feeling his body temperature that was completely felt through the skin, the woman deeply, even more deeply…………pushed the man’s arm into her deep place.

She tried to hide this strong tremor felt from her body.

-To that person.

I asked you to give me a human body like you.

Not anyone else.

Only for you.

So that I can make eye contact with you.

So that I can talk to you.

So that I can tou

…Squeeze.

-I like you.

At his breath that was completely conveyed to her face, the woman’s breath also became rougher.

-I like you.

I love you.

…Squeeze…SqueezeSqueeze.

The woman didn’t know what to do at the increasingly loud heartbeat.

All the senses that the woman was currently feeling with a human body were senses that she had never felt in her life.

Her face was as hot as if it was burning, and her heart felt like it would explode at any moment like a time bomb.

She felt like she was going crazy from the hundreds and thousands of new stimuli that were transmitted through her whole body.

It was hard to bear.

I wanted to share this feeling with the man with my whole body right now from this impulse of love that I was feeling for the first time.

Because I love him.

Because I like him.

Because this feeling of loving him was genuine.

I wanted to make him confirm his own feelings of love that were already overflowing.

Before someone else could take him away, I wanted to instill in him the same feeling of love as me.

But.

That much, I didn’t want to be hated by this man.

I didn’t want him to stay away from me.

I didn’t want to hurt him with this emotion that was still too clumsy.

Whenever the s*xual impulses that were eating away at her stimulated her brain.

Squeeze.

She hugged the man in front of her more strongly into her arms.

She tried to endure it.

But, maybe she wanted him to wake up.

She wanted him to open his eyes to this pressure.

She wanted him to attack her right now.

She wanted him to kiss her.

SqueezeSqueezeSqueezeSqueezeSqueeze.

As the waves of emotion grew stronger as time passed.

The woman engraved all of these crazy senses on her whole body, forcibly suppressing her feelings of love even more deeply.

So that I can only feel these senses from this man.

Not anyone else.

So that I can feel these crazy emotions only from this man I love.

Squeeze.

That night.

Among the many empty rooms.

Only from one room did a woman’s shallow sobs continue to flow out.