Chapter 10 – The Drinker
“It took a long time, sorry.”
“No, it was because of me.”
In front of the bathroom, Hyemi noona, who changed into new stockings instead of the torn stockings, taps my shoulder.
I look away from my older sister who is humming her song as I take back her bag I was carrying.
She acted as if nothing had happened as soon as she came to her senses, even though she had fainted with her disfigured face just a moment ago.
Was it really not a big deal for Hye-mi, who was reborn as a saint to serve the owner of the mask?
Not only are we not mutually in love, but from her older sister’s point of view, I am the one who changed her mind and body.
Of course, even if it wasn’t my intention, it’s true that I enjoyed my older sister’s changed body ever since, so I have nothing to say…
“…Space.”
“Oh, your sister.”
She frowns and answers the soft voice she hears as she shakes off her self-doubt as it touches her shoulder.
“Do you have some time? Then, can you lend me some money when I’m gone?”
“Yes? Why is this all of a sudden?”
“Because, I have to pay ‘tribute’.”
I stare blankly at my older sister, who opens her eyes wide and holds out her hand to me.
A ‘tribute’ to the mask? What the heck does that mean?
But now I don’t have a choice. If I don’t give you that ‘tribute’, the mask might take something else from me again.
She turns her head to see if anyone in her hallway is looking this way, then takes her mask from her bag and hands it to her sister.
“Okay, it’ll be over soon, so wait a little longer. Then… Vehe…”
After being handed her mask, the older sister, who held it with both hands, opened her mouth and pulled out her emerald-gleaming tongue.
And the back of the mask is filled with the glowing slime that runs down the tongue.
It’s shocking, but I definitely remember seeing it somewhere.
This is the scene I saw in the East of Reading the other day. It was the same liquid that her older sister had filled the mask before turning Yun-Sol into a saint.
The slime, which had been trickling down little by little, had pooled to the point of swaying before I knew it, but the water surface began to lower in an instant.
Did three seconds pass? The back of the mask, which had been exposed in that short time, was dry.
As if someone had used the mask as a vessel and drank all the liquid.
“Puha, that’s it~ My work for today is over!”
“…You’re done? What did you just spit out…?”
I ask my older sister, who stretches with a fresh expression and wipes her mouth.
“Ah, that one? I don’t know too well… It’s ‘a mask’s favorite drink’.
It can be made with the semen of the owner that the saintess has accepted into her body. The process of making it is so complicated that I can’t explain it…
It’s easy to think of it as alcohol made by simply rolling the semen you wrapped inside me inside my body.”
“That sticky thing is alcohol? And does the mask drink it?”
“Why? If you’re curious, would you like to drink the universe? There’s still a little bit left~”
“No… They said it was made with my semen. That’s a bit…”
She playfully opens her mouth and points to her own throat, politely declines her giggling Hyemi sister’s offer and looks down at her mask.
‘The liquor that the mask likes’, the holy woman who makes the liquor and offers it to the mask, and the ingredient of the liquor is my semen…
In addition, the ‘voice of the mask’ rang in her head. It feels like the screws in my head are being tightened little by little.
“Hee hee, I’m kidding. By the way, you universe. Be careful from now on. You know what I mean…?”
“…Yes, I just found out.”
I wash off the playfulness that was left a while ago and nod to my older sister who looks up at me with worried eyes.
I realized the meaning of the warning that Hyemi noona and the mask had carved into my body a while ago.
My head was cloudy, a fever-like headache, and even a nosebleed that gushed out.
It was a warning that meant that if I didn’t make an offering of the mask’s favorite drink, I wouldn’t need it.
Perhaps, if I don’t vent my lust for a saint like Hye-mi noona or Yun Sol-yi, ‘I will die.’
I don’t know how that is possible, but I just experienced firsthand that I could die right away.
“…”
I quietly look down at the mask in my hand.
I felt awkward, as if a mask without any decorations or patterns was staring at me.
How the hell did I just pick this up…
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“Yeah, ugh… Uh? What… Where is this…”
“Are you awake?”
“Euhheh?! Choi Woo-joo… Why are you here…?”
With dreamy eyes, he sees Go-eun getting up on a bench and lights a cigarette.
Hyemi noona said she would go in first because she had a schedule, and I also had plenty of time left to take care of her.
After finishing the order to keep an eye on her older sister while her work with her sister was over, Go Eun immediately fell asleep.
Embarrassed, but she was just asleep, so I left her lying in the utility room while her sister changed her soiled clothes, and brought her out now…
“I’m glad you seem to be finer than I thought. Sorry about the moment ago.”
I apologize to Go-eun, who is dreaming of waking up with messy hair.
I was in a very urgent situation just now, but I felt a bit sorry for messing with Ko-eun.
“…Uh…? A while ago? A while ago… Ah! Your nosebleed!! Your hospital?!”
“…Erase that from memory. It’s an order.”
“…Ah— yes… I understand…”
Go Eun, who was staring blankly at me for a moment, shouted, and I ordered it again.
Then, the letters engraved on her forehead radiate light, and Go-eun’s eyes blur.
Can not help it. When the story of her ill health reaches Jae-hyeok’s ears, she naturally comes to know her mother as well.
It would be much better to do this than cause everyone you know to worry.
He puts a pack of cigarettes in Go-eun’s arms, who is drooling at her mouth with a blank expression on her face.
Let’s hit this…
“… Uhhh?! Uh… What is it… Why does her head hurt so much…? Hey, did Choi Woo-joo get bruised again?”
“…Aren’t you very tired? If you have time, you can sleep in our east room.”
It naturally attaches to the tail of Go Eun’s horse as she frowns and rubs her forehead.
“…But why am I sleeping here?”
“I don’t know, I came out because you said we were having a smoke together, but you fell asleep, didn’t you sleep last night?”
Go Eun, who is looking around her with her eyes half-closed, doesn’t really seem to remember anything…
It’s not something I’m going to say after I said it, but I never thought it would actually go as far as erasing her memories.
I don’t know what those letters engraved on Go-eun’s head mean, but I did find out a few things.
First of all, only me and Hyemi could see the letters engraved on Goeun’s forehead.
Other people didn’t even notice that something was written on Go-eun’s forehead.
I’m not sure, but if Hyemi noona can see it, it must mean that Yun Sol can see it too.
The second is that if you give an order as the word ‘slave’ literally means, anything will be followed.
From simple errands to orders beyond the realm of ‘erasing memories’ are followed.
Besides, it seems that he has no memory of the time he was in the ‘slave state’ under my orders.
And the most important third, it seems that Go Eun is a different case from Hye-mi noona and Yun Sol.
It is true that wearing the same mask and something has changed, but there is something different between the two who became ‘saints’ and Go Eun.
Unlike Hyemi noona and Yunsol, who went through a brief ‘incubation period’ with an empty smile after taking off the mask,
Although she felt the difference from acting straight away as if nothing had happened, Hyemi noona didn’t seem to know much about Goeun either.
And if I recall that the two who became saints approached me with excessive kindness,
You might think that Go Eun, who treats me as usual, is not a saint. Well, in case you don’t know…
“Hey, that’s the best.”
“Hmm?”
“Love.”
“…Uk.”
Decayed face. With this, it was confirmed that Go Eun was not a saint.
“Ah, why are you doing this all of a sudden! It gave me goosebumps!!”
“I want you to know that I didn’t do it because I wanted to say that.”
She drops her cigarette and walks away from Go-eun, who is wearing her outerwear tightly.
Anyway, if Go-eun isn’t a saint, she doesn’t have to be with him, so she’s good for me too.
We used to wash together when we were young, and we’re cousins, but that kind of thing is physiologically difficult.
…
But wait, if the goal is to make a lot of alcohol, why are we increasing the number of saints?
Of course, it would be good to increase the number of saints from the mask’s point of view, but in that case, wouldn’t it be necessary to increase the number of ‘masters’ who provide semen?
Why did he inefficiently try to love so many saints under one master? It’s a question that suddenly crossed her head, but…
How do I know what this mask is thinking.
There’s no way to find out right now. It’s not like I can communicate directly with this mask…
‘Do you want to do it?’
“Ugh?!”
“Wow, you’re surprised!! Why, why again!”
I look around at her as I leave Go Eun yelling at me.
The only thing around here is me and the best two. That’s what…
I turn my head to my bag that I have taken off next to the bench.
A bag violently shaken by something wriggling inside.
The moment I closed my parched mouth, approached the bag and opened the zipper…
“What else is that? What did you put in your bag… Urgent?!”
“──?!”
The mask, which came out of the narrow gap and flew up in an instant, rushed into Go-eun’s face again.
As she struggles to remove the mask covering her face once more, she runs to Go-eun, who is moaning.
“Hey, what’s the best?!”
“…Eup, uh…”
In a situation where you feel déjà vu, you pull on that mask without even having time to worry about that.
But this time it was a little different. Unlike before, Go-eun lost her powers immediately after wearing a mask that could not be removed.
Drooping, she puts on her mask and lifts her head, looking straight into my eyes.
His eyes were covered by a mask with no eye sockets, but he felt that way.
“…You…”
“…It’s the first time we’ve talked like this, bye.”
The ‘mask’ standing in front of her greeted me by raising and shaking Ko-eun’s hand with the voice of Go-eun.
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