episode_0190

Well well.

Moving her soft cheeks here and there, the young gumiho began to eat the lunch box she brought from home.

A nutritious meal packed with chopped vegetables and hearty meats.

The young gumiho smiled brightly at the lunchbox that was delicious no matter when she ate it, and this set the hearts of the maids hiding nearby on fire.

[I want to stroke it!!! And look at those plump, chubby cheeks! I, I really want to touch them…]

[Hold it in! If you can’t hold it in, you won’t be able to watch! You saw other kids get detention, do you want to be like that?]

[Whew… Whoa… I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to just touch it and get a disciplinary action…]

There were maids who wanted to touch her soft cheeks while wiggling their hands, but there were already several cases where they were purged for trying to do so.

[I’ll ask permission later and touch it. If you touch it while I’m eating, you’ll really be ascended to heaven.]

[Yeah, you look so happy, so I can’t just throw a tantrum. Let’s just watch from here.]

They quietly hid their desires and watched the young gumiho eat again.

Lunch time passed by so peacefully without any special events.

After a hearty meal, it was natural to feel lethargic, so the daycare teacher started to put the nodding children to sleep one by one.

“Kuhahaha, if you want to keep playing, you should go to sleep now, right? If you collapse later and can’t play… what could be worse?”

A typical cross-eyed, dark-skinned character from subculture.

Then, one of the maids asked my colleague with a serious face about her treatment.

[There’s something unsettling about that. It looks like trash from the start.]

[Don’t worry, he may look like that, but he’s a good person. He may look like that, but he cares a lot for the kids in his class.]

[I can’t believe it… Is there any reason to believe it?]

[Yeah! What happened is…]

She defended her teacher, recalling the first time she saw him.

‘Hoohoohoo… Today I have brought you an incredibly vicious gift!’

‘That’s right, these are warm cookies! Here, take them and eat them with this hot cocoa.’

‘Ki kik! I can hear the sound of flesh squeaking! That’s so good! Come on, eat one more! Eat and grow quickly!’

Although her voice and way of speaking seem like they would be misunderstood by anyone who heard her, she is actually the warmest person among the kindergarten teachers.

She was so happy that this ‘squinty-eyed teacher’ was in charge of her class.

[That’s typical of a mastermind, but yeah. It’s a bit different from what I thought. Honestly, if it was a mess, I was thinking of cutting off the limbs.]

[Hey, what’s with the amputation? The master and mistress told me not to act too wild.]

[So then, do you have any good ideas?]

[What’s there to think about so hard? Just wipe it clean.]

[I see!]

Girls Talk would have been just ordinary if the content wasn’t so gruesome.

Unfortunately, the ‘black-haired teacher’ who was listening to all this was pretending not to know and was sweating profusely.

‘Please save me, please save me, please save me, please save me, please save me…’

It would have been much better if I had not known.

If my father wasn’t a shaman and didn’t have the talent to hear ghosts, it wouldn’t have been this scary.

I don’t know where you’re talking from, but since I can hear it so clearly, it must be nearby.

The teacher desperately tried to ignore the playful comments and put the children to sleep.

If I pretended to know, I would never have been able to predict what would happen.

As this dangerous tightrope-like avoidance continued, he soon became convinced that the demons were suspicious of him.

[Hey, but hey… doesn’t it seem like he’s eavesdropping on what we’re saying?]

[How many people in the world have awakened their psychic powers?]

[Really? Or let’s try an experiment! To see if they were really eavesdropping on us!]

‘…Why on earth are you doing this to me?’

I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t give up like this.

The teacher calmly ignored the ghosts’ tests, and so arrived in front of his blond, plump disciple.

“Teacher, I can’t sleep.”

He felt a chill run down his spine, much more so than before.

[Touch me and I’ll kill you! Touch those soft cheeks and I’ll kill you! I’ll just kill you!]

[We can’t even touch it, and you’re trying to touch it? I’ll curse you, curse you! You’ll trip on the doorknob as you go out!]

‘Fuck.’

Seriously, what should I do? As a teacher, I can’t just ignore this, but if I put the child to sleep, I feel like my life is at risk.

The teacher, who was momentarily troubled by the sight of his docile student, soon remembered something he had forgotten.

No, this is also a test. You said earlier that you were going to check if I was eavesdropping. If you stop here, wouldn’t that be admitting that you were eavesdropping?

The teacher steeled his resolve, patted his cute student’s head, laid him down on the bed, and asked him a question in a small voice.

“You look like you have some worries. Do you want to speak frankly?”

‘It’s probably nothing. Just tell them to listen to mom and dad.’

The situation is that most children are already put to sleep in that way.

No matter how serious they were, most of the children’s worries were nothing more than trivial matters, so he decided to give a similar answer this time as well.

however.

“It was like this before, but Mom smells strongly like Dad. Dad smells strongly like Mom. Mom keeps making sounds like she’s in pain at night. Do you know why, teacher?”

He was dumbfounded by the unexpected words coming out of his disciple’s mouth.

‘What should I answer this?’

The reason he became a kindergarten teacher was because he wanted to preserve the innocence of children while also seeing their cute and innocent smiles.

But he had to think for a moment because Jin-ha was wearing a serious expression that was too serious to keep his innocence.

Will you preserve your innocence or will you tell the truth and solve your worries?

The worry didn’t last long.

“Jinhaya.”

“Yes, teacher.”

“For now, go to sleep. When you get home, ask your mom and dad. They’ll probably give you a detailed answer.”

“Yes…”

The man came out, watching the last child slowly close his eyes, then took out his phone and started dialing a number.

To help ease the burden on parents even a little.

—–

On the way home after daycare.

Jin-ha walked with a stepping gait and spoke to the maids walking beside her.

“Sisters, I have a question.”

It’s time for the question from the young gumiho that has never existed before.

The excited maids confidently told her to ask them anything with sparkling eyes, and Jin-ha let out a sigh of relief and asked the question.

“How are babies made?”

[[…]]

The maids were instantly speechless.

They soon began to awkwardly laugh and exchange glances.

It is right to tell the truth from the perspective of the owner, but the problem arose because the owner was too young.

The maids avoided answering with a troubled expression, and Jin-ha made a pouty expression and puffed out her soft cheeks.

“Really, there isn’t a single adult who answers properly! The two sisters are the same! Just a moment ago, you confidently said you would tell me anything!”

[[I’m sorry, Miss, but we don’t really know.]]

To begin with, all of the evil spirit maids in the mansion are virgin ghosts.

I definitely knew the word ‘sex’, but I could proudly say that I didn’t know because I had never had it.

It might be a bit sad for them…

Anyway, since the young gumiho was completely out of it, they continued to escort her while keeping a close eye on her, and the group eventually returned to the mansion in a not-so-serious atmosphere.

“Mom – ! Dad – !”

As soon as he returned, the young gumiho took out all of his fluffy tails and started wagging them, looking for his parents.

As the bright and cute voice echoed throughout the mansion, the couple quickly ran over and hugged their daughter.

“Is my daughter here? Did everything go well at daycare?”

“Yes! There was nothing! The kids are good and the teacher is kind, so how could something happen!”

Jin-ha acted cute by rubbing his soft cheeks, and at that moment, my parents’ hearts melted.

“Oh right! Dad, I have a question…”

The young gumiho perked up her small ears and asked her father, who was the epitome of a no-nonsense father, a question.

“How are babies made?”