Picked Up a Mask That Converts Any Woman Into a Brainwashed Creature. 34

Chapter 34 – The Lowly Dancers

“Have I been quiet for a while? Have you been lonely because you left me alone? You’ve been looking for me so desperately~”

“…Before that, did these two make you like this?”

A woman jumps like a child playing in bed and throws herself on the mattress.
With her body that is not her own, she points at the two, enjoying the elasticity of her spring and looking at her mask, which is humming her song.

Noah and Isabelle, who had been arguing with each other and then hardened like ice, the answer to that question was natural.

“Yeah, because I want to have a conversation with you alone. You should leave the rest.”

“You want to talk to me? I’m not.”

As if to ask her to sit down, she ignores the mask that is pounding on the seat next to her and sits down on her chair.
And she glances at the two who are trapped in their own time for a while, and lights a cigarette.

“Are you mad because I ignored you last time? Ahaha, you’re so slow.”

“…”

She glares at the mask, who continues to play on her nonsensical pun, spitting out the smoke from her cigarette.

Even though she behaves like a child, she’s not very ignorant, a mask that fixes her throat with a ‘Kheuheum’.
Then, he gets up from his seat, slowly approaches me, stands tall in front of me, and quietly looks down into my eyes.
The tension that lingers in the short and somehow awkward silence, when you swallow your saliva…

“I mean, I really liked you.”

“…What, uh…”

Rattle-

The dull sound of the legs of a wooden chair hitting the floor.

The action of the mask suddenly sitting on my lap was completely unexpected.
The soft skin of a woman, the scent of perfume piercing her nostrils, the light weight that embraced my entire body.
Embarrassed by all the unexpected things, I let out a small moan.

“What are you doing.”

“Do you think this type of woman isn’t your taste? After becoming a man, you try to push women away.”

“In the first place, you don’t even have a gender. Just cutting a wooden board…
If you have something to say, say it quickly and get out of that body. The smell of perfume makes me dizzy.”

The mask that held her in my arms and bluntly shook her neck as I pushed her small shoulders.
When I fell into the illusion that I had briefly broken the momentum that I had rushed at recklessly, the mask jumped once more and laughed in my ear.

And he said it in a very soft voice.

“Yes, I am neither a man nor a woman. You asked what my purpose was the other day?”

“…What?!”

Startled by the hot breath penetrating her eardrums, when she pulled her head back,
A wooden mask with a cold, rough surface was looking at me from the front.

The mask, filled with laughter, excitement, and unknown excitement, hugged his shoulders with both hands.

“I want to be a witch.”

“…What?”

“I’ll regain my strength, take my own body, and become a witch.”

A gloomy and unpleasant dream that even little kindergarteners won’t have.
A villain who appears almost in every fairy tale and harasses the main characters with evil magic and poison.
The wrinkled and eccentric dream of a ‘witch’ was a difficult word to laugh at and pass over.

Because the one who spat out that word was not a little girl dreaming of becoming a princess, but an unknown being.

“You don’t have to ask what that means. I promised you the other day.
No matter what you worry about, it won’t harm your era.”

As if he knew what I was going to say in advance, the mask that responded by striking the head smiled lightly.
I try not to show off, but the cold sweat running down my sideburns from earlier. I don’t know what this kid is talking about.
That’s why I’m nervous, goosebumps, and even scared. As if the horrors coming from the unknown are something that humans can’t possibly handle.

“…Why are you telling me your purpose now? You said you wouldn’t trust me before, right?”

This is the second conversation with the mask.
Obviously, the voice of the mask I heard in the first conversation was quite different from now.
If Go-eun’s voice contained vigilance, distrust, and arrogance and ridicule that seemed to look down on me,
In her current voice, there was trust, goodwill, and friendly playfulness toward me.

Isn’t that a good thing then?

It was the existence that left a threat that if I did not offer semen and alcohol on the first meeting, they would take it in exchange for my life.
Such a bastard is quiet for a while, then suddenly appears, changes his attitude completely, and is friendly? This can’t mean anything good.

The mask, which nods as if it understands the doubts I still harbor, caresses my cheek with a kind hand.

“Yeah, to be honest, I don’t trust you completely even now.

“You said you were on the same boat…?”

“Since you turned the ‘witch hunters’ into saints, I thought I’d trust them a bit.
After all, I will have to work together for my purpose, and you will have to work together to save your life.”

When you say ‘witch hunter’, do you mean Noah and Isabelle?
If so, the sound the mask spits out is not entirely wrong.

I turned two people from the organization who knew about the mask and tried to take it and my life from me into saints.
Knowing this, it was only natural that the organization would pursue me, and Isabelle came up with a plan as a temporary measure.
They disguised the dead Jae-hyeok as the owner of the mask, and assumed that they were saints born by Jae-hyeok.
If Noah and Isabelle took their own lives, they would be able to completely push me out of the shadow of the mask, but that was only a temporary measure.

Isabelle said that this is the only plan, but I don’t think it will end that easily.

One way or another, if Isabelle’s plan goes according to plan, it becomes natural for the mask to fall in the narrow land of Korea.
Even if not necessarily, I don’t think that two members of the organization are dead and nothing will be done.
For these two reasons, the organization’s new pursuer is bound to set foot on Korean soil, and there is no certainty that my tail will not be stepped on.

No, it’s more likely that they’ll track me down again.

If so, you need the means and strength to resist the new pursuers.
It is not a very good choice to use Isabelle and Noah, who will be the biggest power right away, for a smoke screen and throw away.

The most important information of all. This time too, I had a lot of cards, and I was able to win because the two people didn’t know it.
You shouldn’t be mistaken that you’ll be lucky to get a good hand next time. I also need to gather new information and strength.

For him, as the mask said, cooperating with each other seemed like a good choice.

Even if it’s very reluctant, the person who knows the best about masks is the mask itself.

“…I don’t trust you completely either. I don’t want to die, and I have to protect the people around me.”

“Yeah~ Originally, a little bit of doubt is a must have in business relationships.
You never know when your partner might hit you in the back, right? So, this time, let’s do our best together.”

“What should I do?”

Her mask smiles happily and wraps around her arms gently.

“What you’re going to do is the same as you’ve been doing all along. Make a woman a saint, rape her, and offer her a drink.
Then I will recover my strength through alcohol and lend it to you. It will definitely help.”

“…Is that enough? Then, what have I earned for you so far? Where is everything?”

“That has eaten away at your humanity until now. Don’t worry though.
Because of your monstrous mental strength, your character is unblemished.”

“…”

The brakes in my head didn’t work after I picked up the mask, and the fact that controlling my desires had recently become more difficult.
As expected, it was all this bastard’s fault… Actually, I noticed this when Isabel and Noah showed me pictures of ‘The Men Who Picked Up Masks’.
Because it was a mask that kept making gestures to blatantly extract something from me.

“Ah, I won’t be like that anymore. Unlike last time, you seem to be thinking about doing it properly.
Digging into a person’s personality is a lot harder than I thought.”

“…”

I look away from the mask that has been playing a joke pretending to be friendly from earlier.

It’s for my own safety, and the safety of the people on the inside of my arm, but I don’t trust this bastard completely.
I think of pictures of men who have had their humanity taken away and who have been sucked out of their desires and have died as dry as mummies.
He is a dangerous being who jokes among his friends that he killed those men and that he did the same thing to me and failed.
Borrow the power and knowledge of this being, but do not fully trust it. And he carves in his heart the awareness that he must be careful and careful again.

At least this mask should know very well that I am thinking this way.
Even from the mask’s point of view, you won’t be able to fully trust me.

“…”

“…”

When there is only an unpleasant exchange of glances, looking up and down at each other’s faces, silently and silently.

On the mask side, I tried to reverse the atmosphere first.
While holding up the wallet that was in my inner pocket before I knew it.

“Oh, hey you…!”

“Ah, don’t worry too much, they don’t steal money. I have no interest in property.
I’d like to give you a gift as proof that we’ve developed a friendly relationship, and I hope you like it.”

Saying that, Mask pulled out a black card from his wallet.
It was a card key with ‘Miss Motel’ written on it, a card that Hyemi’s sister’s mother had given her.

The mask playfully twisted the card between its fingers and spat out a viscous liquid on the black card.
A small crack in the old wooden mask, through which the translucent, sparkling slime flowed out, staining the black card.

“… Ugh… What are you doing grossly?”

“I liked this room. How would you like to use it as a hideout for you and me?”

“What does that mean…”

Mask, grinning spurts of unpleasant fluid, held out a slime-covered card key to me.

The card key pushed in front of my eyes instantly sucked up the mucus like a sponge.
The color that was supposed to be black has turned to pure white. Like the marbling of black and white marble.

The moment I held out my stiff hand and received the card from the mask, the surroundings began to shake.

The rattling table, the water in the plastic bottle on top of it creates ripples and drops of water.
A major earthquake shaking the entire building. My moans are drowned out by the flickering of lights and the roar of objects falling to the floor.
After flickering madly, the lights went completely dark, and my vision was obscured by darkness, and I could only hear the laughing sound of the mask descending from my lap.

“Wait…! What the hell did you do?!”

When I followed the laughter and put my hand forward, I reached the dead end sooner than I thought.

A sense of volume that fills the hand and softness that wraps well.
A hard bump on your fingertips, a feeling of touching warm clay. This…

The moment I recognized what was in my hand, my eyes began to brighten.

Instead of the lights above my head, I saw the night sky studded with stars like embroidery that seemed to be pouring down at any moment.
The surrounding area, which must have been a motel room, has been transformed into an antique yet elegant garden.

A wide space, the leaves of trees sprouting in the middle appropriately cover the sky,
An old temple-like place where nature and marble architecture harmonize, and a large bed behind me.
And in front of my eyes, a woman with a plate of fruit in her hand and a woman with a bottle and a glass were shining with jade-colored eyes.

Gold ornaments adorned the head, chest, and exposed nipples.
She covered her chest with a translucent white cloth that was so thin and light that it fluttered with her breath.
Two women wrapped around their waists like robes and wearing them like veils to hide their empty smiles.

In fact, they were Isabelle and Noah, dressed almost naked.

Isabelle, not paying the slightest attention to the man’s hand on her breasts, grinned and swayed the piercings on her nipples.

Although covered by a white cloth, the curves of a woman hidden behind a thin translucent cloth steal my attention.
The two people, dressed in vulgar clothes that seemed to have been remodeled from the costumes of medieval dancers into those of prostitutes, elegantly bowed their heads and raised their voices.

“Welcome to the bed of desire, master.”
“Welcome to the bed of desire, master.”

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