episode_0260

So… you’re an adult?

At that height??

No, when everyone else was growing up and all, did my growth plate go on strike?

Otherwise it wouldn’t make sense…

Thanks to Ari, I thought there would be no surprises about anything anymore.

I never thought I would break my prejudices so quickly.

Is this why everyone says they don’t know what people do?

I’m not just saying this, I really firmly believed that the person I was talking to was around the first or second year of middle school.

That’s why I kept being a little kid.

But he was an adult, not a middle school student.

He wasn’t even twenty like Ari, but he was twenty-one, one year older than twenty.

‘That ID card… surely it’s not a forgery…?’

My number that the kid said? I don’t know much about this, but according to a rumor I heard somewhere, Japan’s government offices still insist on an analog system, so things like identity laundering are overwhelmingly easier compared to other developed countries.

Even government offices, which are supposed to be more thorough than anywhere else, are like that, so wouldn’t it be a big deal to forge just one ID card?

I don’t know about anything else, but even in Korea, where this aspect is controlled very thoroughly, forgery of ID cards to use cigarettes and alcohol was rampant, but in Japan, which is relatively easy-going…

While thinking this to myself, I was looking closely at the small card-like thing in the other person’s hand. In Korean terms, I was showing my resident registration card, so I guess my gaze felt a little burdensome.

“It’s not like it’s fake, right?”

The little boy said that in a brusque voice as if he didn’t know why I was looking at him so closely, and then he took the card that said my number back into his pocket.

“Anyway, I wish you would stop being such a brat. Honestly… it doesn’t feel that good from a listening perspective.”

Well… it’s worth it.

If you make fun of a tall person because they are short, the damage is close to zero because it is not true, but if you make fun of a short person because they are short, it is no different from punching someone in the solar plexus.

I couldn’t do that out loud because I was worried that the other person would foam at the mouth and throw a fit like a rabid Chihuahua, but when I roughly compared his height to mine, he was barely touching my solar plexus, let alone my chest.

Since my height is around 180 cm, the other person’s height is barely over 150 cm.

It was clear that the measurement took into account the fact that he was wearing military boots rather than ordinary shoes.

Oh my god, 150.

These days, elementary school kids grow up so fast that many of them are already over 150 in elementary school.

Aside from those sentiments, when I found out that the person I was dealing with was an adult, I felt the morose thing called desire start to stir, thinking, ‘What are you… I’m a kid…’

When I think about it, I’ve always been curious about it.

I wonder if the vagina is also short if the height is short.

‘If you look at the height, it really doesn’t seem like it will fit even halfway…’

If I lift it and push it in, it will go in a little more.

While I was thinking those thoughts, did I misunderstand my silence that had begun thanks to you in some other way?

“···If the title is ambiguous, just call me Airi.”

“Airi?”

“Airi Chiyo, that’s my name.”

“Airi Chiyora… That’s a pretty name.”

“Well, it’s worth it, because it’s a name I created myself.”

What…?

You named it yourself…?

Does that mean it originally had a different name?

It seemed like that, but honestly, it was a bit awkward to ask more.

Because the topic was such that I felt like I would face an abyss the moment I asked a question.

“···What is your name?”

“Me?”

“I don’t know how long we’ll be together, but I can’t keep calling you that.”

No, if you think about it that way, doesn’t it mean we could break up tomorrow?

I had that thought for a moment, but since it wasn’t such a big deal to tell him my name, I opened my mouth obediently.

“Soohyun Yoon.”

“···He was really Korean.”

“Then, are there fake Koreans?”

“No, what…”

Just looking at it, it seems like I watched a Korean drama somewhere and my image of Korean men became fixed as the male protagonist… To be honest, I may not be at the level of an actor, but I think I’m a bit old.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty two.”

“···Hmm.”

Aha, look at this.

When I was trying to maintain an appropriate distance from start to finish, I wondered what kind of wind would suddenly blow and make me start shouting. This is what happened.

I guess he thought I was 20 years old and was trying to subtly show off the fact that he was older than me so that I could be treated as an older person…

There is no way to go anywhere.

“···Are you really 22 years old?”

“Why? Don’t you believe it? If you don’t believe it, don’t believe it.”

“No, I don’t mean that… Then what should I call you?”

“Um… whatever is convenient?”

To be honest, the title didn’t really matter.

Whether you call me by my last name in Japanese or my first name in Korean, I just need to be able to understand that you are calling me.

That’s why I answered that way, but as a native of a country where people call each other by their last name instead of their first name when they are not very close, was this also a sensitive issue in its own way?

Chiyo looked like she was struggling for a while while dragging the zombie corpse that I disposed of, but eventually she came to a conclusion.

“Then… I’ll call you Suhyeon.”

“Why don’t you call me Yoon Sang?”

“That…Unlike in Japan, in Korea, it is considered rude to call someone by their last name…”

It definitely doesn’t feel formal.

I have only heard titles like ‘Mr. Kim’ or ‘Mr. Park’ in the construction industry.

“Then, can I call you Chiyo too?”

“Why does it happen like that?”

“You said you would call me by my name too? If something goes, of course there must also come.”

“No, what is that…”

In that way, as if he was trying to get his vacation homework done the day before the start of school, as if to make up for not having a proper conversation on the way here and just moving around, he continued to have trivial conversations and diligently picked up the zombie corpses scattered all over the building. As I was cleaning it up, the task that seemed so distant at first began to come to an end.

At this rate, it’s still worth staying for a day.

While the zombies inside were being dealt with, the blood splattering here and there was a bit annoying, but honestly, it wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t see it.

And more than anything, it seemed like there was no other building around here that was as good as this to use as temporary accommodation.

“Then…let’s sleep for today and see you tomorrow morning.”

“···.”

“If you’re going to run away during the night, just don’t make too much noise. Because I’m attracted to zombie aggro.”

“···I’m not going.”

“Ah, that’s right. This.”

I took out a new sleeping bag from my inventory and threw it towards Chiyo.

Although it wasn’t in the promise, there was nothing I couldn’t give if I thought of it as overtime pay.

What’s more… the only blankets left in the room are ones soaked in zombie blood, so honestly, it’s a bit unfair to ask people to sleep under them.

However, the weather was a bit chilly, so it was perfect for me to catch a cold because I tried to sleep naked without covering myself with anything.

My physical ability has long since surpassed that of a human, so even if I were to sleep out on the street for a day, my physical condition would not be greatly affected, but that little boy, or rather Chiyo, would be different.

He’s already short and looks slovenly, but if you let him sleep naked in this weather, you’ll definitely see him snoring.

So I chose a particularly thick sleeping bag from Rahee and threw it to her, but I guess she didn’t know that she would be treated like this by a guy who cut down gangsters from a biker gang without even blinking an eye.

I obviously just threw it normally, but Chiyo, who suddenly ended up putting a sleeping bag over her head due to the inevitable height difference, fluttered her eyes and looked embarrassed.

“Why? Are you sure you want to sleep here together? It doesn’t matter to me…”

I wonder if I was able to come to my senses thanks to the comment that brought me to my senses the moment I heard it.

“Oh, no, right? Something like that!?”

Chiyo’s face instantly turned red and she screamed at me.

And then…

“Well… I will use the sleeping bag well.”

I don’t know what I was so embarrassed about, but after saying those last words, I ran out of the room.

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‘really···.’

What does this person do?

Honestly, at first?

I was thinking of something like a psychopathic killer.

No matter how threatening the other party may have been, the way he took the lives of two people without even raising an eyebrow was exactly like that.

Even though I was given the opportunity to leave, the reason I chose to continue accompanying him was because I thought he might have set a trap with the intention of dealing with me as well…

As we continued walking together like that, I started to get more and more confused.

At first, I thought he was a psychopathic killer who treated people like insects, but as we spent more time together, I was able to see his surprisingly kind(?) side.

Seeing that he even provided a sleeping bag in this way, it seemed like he was very considerate.

‘No, so…’

How on earth did that man end up on this journey?

The original plan was to wait until dawn, then take advantage of the man’s sleep and run as far away as possible, making it difficult to track him even on a motorcycle.

Was it because of the warm and cozy feeling of the sleeping bag wrapped around my body?

Suddenly… curiosity about men began to grow deep within my heart.

‘What does this person really do…?’