episode_0067

Heavy air and musty lighting.

The killer carrying the bartender stood in front of the counter.

She was relatively tall for a woman, so she bowed her head and asked the motel owner.

“Do you have a room?”

At those words, the president who was watching TV turns his head.

He lifted his head and glanced at the raised Shiho.

“Is it okay if there’s only one bad one?”

The enemy sighed deeply at his words.

And after thinking about the answer for a moment, I finally answer.

“Please give me that too.”

She picked up Siho with all her might.

Then, I take the jingling key and get on the elevator.

The door lock opens.

The enemy staggers into the motel living room.

He throws the heavy sign down onto the bed.

The parts of his back that had been in contact with her were already soaked in sweat.

The killer immediately took off his jacket.

And I fiddled with my sweaty bra hook.

I have hiccups.

She sat on the bed and lit a lighter.

It took me 30 minutes to get here because most of the motels were full, and I couldn’t control my urge to smoke during that time.

But the moment she was about to light the fire, her gaze suddenly turned to Siho.

“…”

The whole body is dyed pink like a peach.

A defenseless fine shirt.

Her thigh curves are clearly visible even though she’s wearing slacks instead of a skirt.

Every time she moves, my eyes are drawn to her breasts that grow and shrink.

At that sight, the enemy ended up putting the cigarette he was about to take out back into the box.

Instead, she slowly approached Siho.

The killer’s hand reaches for the bartender’s lapel.

Soon her long fingers reach for the black dot on his chest.

“…!”

But at that moment, she suddenly stopped gesturing.

This is because Siho’s eyes, which were thought to be asleep, opened slightly.

“Don’t get me wrong, I was just trying to button it up.”

Despite the killer’s words, the little bartender still looks surprised.

She avoided the killer’s gaze, covering her breasts with her dainty hands.

“Really…? You said you’d just wipe it off then…”

“That’s what happened when you suddenly rushed in.”

The killer’s voice began to grow louder at the word ‘then’.

The little animal in front of me was a clever creature that had no memory of what it had done, only of what had happened to it.

The enemy felt embarrassed and retreated to the edge of the bed.

The two of them enjoyed the awkward motel atmosphere with their distance apart.

“Mo, why did you come to the motel?”

“Why are you here? How can I carry you home at this late hour?”

“I see…”

The eyes of an animal looking around to see if there are any natural enemies.

Looking into those eyes, the enemy asks.

“Is this your first time at a motel?”

The little bartender’s eyes dilate slightly at her question.

Soon Siho nodded as if embarrassed.

“Yeah…”

The killer swallowed deeply.

She loosened her tie and coughed as if she had caught a cold.

“Anyway, sleep here today… and go home tomorrow on your own.”

The enemy looks at the front door.

He also had his soaking wet jacket draped over his elbows, indicating that he was about to leave.

“Are you going? At this late hour?”

Siho looks at her with a worried expression.

Even though he is quite drunk himself, he takes care of others first.

“It’s dangerous. There’s no car, and there’s no one to pick you up…”

“If I’m here, you’re in danger too.”

The enemy looked down at Siho with cold eyes.

But the little bartender doesn’t back down here either.

“Why is it dangerous…?”

“This is the Association’s territory. I am officially their enemy.”

The killer points to the bottom of the motel with a long finger.

“If you stay with me, you will be considered one-hearted. Then you will not be able to become the potion master you so desperately wanted to be.”

The enemy leisurely got up and prepared to leave.

Seeing her like that, Siho suddenly wakes up from her dazed state.

“It’s okay. There’s more to life than just that.”

The little bartender pulled out the motel duvet and quickly spread it on the floor.

And then, as if nothing happened, he lies down on the large bed.

“Go sleep on the bed, I’m more comfortable on the floor.”

Its appearance is just like a flying squirrel.

The enemy snickers at such a posthumous title.

Who dares worry about whom now?

But Siho wasn’t joking.

He, who had a younger sister in the past, is more serious than anyone else.

If you wander alone at night, you never know when or where a monster or robber might pop out.

No matter how much of an enemy she is, there is no way she can avoid being harmed since she came as the main body and got drunk.

The red-faced man eventually stopped walking when he saw Siho looking up straight with her mouth tightly shut.

She sighs deeply and speaks to the squirrel.

“Go up to bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, you had a hard time carrying me too…”

“Just go?”

The killer cut off Siho cynically.

At those words, the little girl quickly sat up.

She climbed into bed, hugging her pillow tightly.

Still, he is smiling bashfully, thinking that his persuasion has worked.

How clever.

The enemy calmly throws his clothes on the chair.

And then he laid down leisurely on the floor.

I’m already a little drunk, so I don’t have the energy to wash up.

I just use my palm as a pillow.

“—.”

The two women looked up at the same ceiling.

Siho counts the flower patterns embedded in the ceiling tiles one by one.

Could it be because of my first motel experience and what happened with the enemy a few days ago?

Her whole body shivered, and she hugged her pillow tightly, before she knew it, she had counted the flowers to 100.

But soon Siho forgot how many flowers he had counted.

Because the enemy spoke to me along the way.

“ja?”

“No…”

Her single word makes my whole body sensitive.

It trembles as if responding to its master’s command.

“I won’t visit you often from now on. Don’t contact me unless it’s business.”

“Why all of a sudden…?”

At the killer’s cold voice, Siho asks reflexively.

“Do you remember the guy you bit earlier?”

“Tail wagging… I’ve never done that.”

“We even played drinking games and secretly touched each other’s bodies. Don’t you remember?”

Siho’s thoughts stopped at her sudden question.

The bartender racks his brain to somehow regain his memory.

And soon he begins to remember little by little what he did.

She had hardly ever blacked out in her life, so she didn’t know what a shot was, but her face hardened when she realized that she had been playing around with guys.

“The guy you were talking about, he’s a ranker in the association. What do you think would have happened if he had picked a fight with me there?”

“…”

“Probably all the nearby rankers gathered.”

“What did you do wrong…”

The enemy snickers at Siho’s mumbling words.

She covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Why, because I’m a bad girl.”

But soon the killer took back the back of his hand that he had been covering.

Because what Siho said to her straight away bothered her.

“You are not a bad person.”

A firm, confident word.

Siho’s voice, which had been crawling on the floor until then, became louder and clearer at that moment.

Following the voice, the enemy looks at the bed with red eyes.

There, suddenly, was a girl who turned her head and looked down at the floor.

With a more serious look in his eyes than anyone else.

The enemy’s gaze remains indifferent.

“Do you remember the look on your face when we first met? You looked so scared, like you had seen a ghost.”

The killer speaks calmly, as if reminiscing about the past.

But the little bartender quickly refuted that.

“You came as a scary dummy back then.”

“When did we first meet at the office?”

“At that time…”

Siho briefly recalled his first encounter with the enemy’s main body.

Red eyes that sparkled brightly even under the warm sunlight.

Beautiful hair and a sensual body.

And the human side that missed his father more than anyone else…

“I was scared for a moment. But…”

“When you showed me your family photo, I could tell you were a warm person. I haven’t been scared since then.”

The enemy’s eyes gently waver when he hears the story of the family photo.

She slowly straightened her outstretched legs.

“I actually like those eyes now. They’re so pretty.”

The face half-hidden in the bed smiled faintly.

The enemy’s eyebrows twitch at that smile.

It was the first time.

Since my father, no one has ever told me that I have pretty eyes.

The corners of the killer’s mouth twitched at those words.

Her life was a series of hardships.

Life in an organization is so harsh that it dulls your emotions to the point where indifference is appreciated, let alone praise.

But when I stand in front of this girl, all those hardened emotions melt away.

Like a father who welcomes me when I come back from a hard day of modeling.

It makes me feel alive again in this dark world.

“So don’t blame yourself too much. Even if everyone is a villain, you’re still a good person to me.”

Siho stretches his trembling arms into the air.

The Red Death stared blankly at that arm.

topper…

The enemy had a few short romantic experiences.

But in the process, I never once heard anyone say I was a ‘good person’.

I never thought I’d hear that story from a girl I’d only known for two months.

A beautiful, unblemished smile.

It’s so pretty that I feel guilty about enjoying it.

That feeling was soon followed by fear.

I’m afraid that this kind of existence will be taken away from the world again.

Perhaps because of his possessiveness, the killer raised his languid body.

And then he staggered up onto Siho’s bed.

“Why, why…?”

Siho hugged the pillow closer to the dark shadow that had fallen.

The killer carelessly kicks the pillow away.

And he grabbed her tie roughly.

Like a leash.

“Be a little more alert?”

Siho, led by the leash, got close enough to feel the enemy’s breath.

The killer’s lips, faintly reeking of alcohol, move.

“I’ve killed dozens of people by my hands. I’m a killer.”

Despite her indifferent words, Siho does not give in.

She looks up straight at the enemy and says.

“Still… you’re not a bad person.”

In this ruined world, who has never killed a person?

There will be very few of them among the rankers.

“You always came to my rescue whenever I was in danger. Always as the real thing, not as a dummy…”

The enemy’s face distorts at the word ‘body’.

Because the vivid memories of that day came to mind.

“Don’t get me wrong. I just went to find a business partner…”

The enemy muttered with difficulty to shake off the memories of that day.

But, when he still couldn’t shake it off, he started shouting loudly instead.

“So don’t go around pretending to be nice. If you do, you’ll get kidnapped again…”

The girl with the leash tilts her head.

She whispers, frowning at the tearful eyes.

“If you get hit… I’ll come save you again.”

Softly glowing eyes in a dark motel room.

And the strangely wafting scent of flowers tickled the killer.

The enemy’s eyes lose focus as his breath seeps into my ear.

She mutters to herself.

“Look at this… tail wagging again?”

At that murderous monologue, the girl’s strange smile flies away.

Siho looked embarrassed, wondering if she had misspoke.

But it’s too late, even if it’s late.

Siho’s provocative question once again unleashed the lust that had been suppressed that day.

“You must have been smiling like this all the time to other people, right?”

The killer’s hand roughly grabs Siho’s chin.

“With this messy body.”

The enemy’s gaze surveys Siho’s plump body.

She soon realizes why she wanted to torment Siho.

In this dangerous world, it’s easy to smile and be kind to others.

He even made a bewildering smile that made the other person misunderstand.

He is so incredibly arrogant.

The enemy felt his body getting hot.

And it was the same with Siho.

My heart is pounding like crazy as my body remembers the events of that day.

The creepiness that clings to my whole body swells up like mucus spread in a Chinatown.

Both of them were already accustomed to the medicine of Weichengshan.

Soon the killer is muttering under his breath.

“I need to educate him. So he doesn’t wag his tail again.”

White breath tickles Siho’s nose.

Sweet water drips from the killer’s mouth.

“Now, wait a minute… We’re both women. This won’t do…”

Siho muttered in a sorrowful voice.

But that sound just sounds like a female expecting to be raped.

“Shut up.”

Before I could even finish making excuses.

The leash is pulled hard.