Chapter 153 – Taffy (3)

It is awkward.

He was obviously a kid I knew, but seeing him face to face like this made me feel awkward. Her #13 felt like she wasn’t the girl I knew. Little of that youthful look of the old days remained. Her skin was pale, as if it had never been exposed to sunlight, and her breasts rose above her sheer dress. Red eyes continued to observe my body, and I was now sitting at a round table.

“Hi?”

The first thing I said was this. She didn’t even know her name in Room 13, and she didn’t know how to treat her. It was because a completely different reaction came out of her than I had expected. As I grabbed her doorknob, the reaction I thought was that she would hug me tightly, smile broadly at her delight, and shed tears as we shared our feelings.

But #13 didn’t do any of that. Just like the gargoyles that adorn the mansion look down on people with a grim expression, she was just sitting on a chair and staring at me. I was taken aback by the piercing stare, and I felt overwhelmed by the strange pressure felt in her body.

She just stared at me as she sat in her chair. She didn’t ask how I was doing, and she didn’t hug me. She was wearing a dress, one leg of her being pulled up to expose her thigh, not minding that the hem of her dress was fraying with her movements.

She just observed me like a focused researcher.

“Long time no see. What have you been doing?”

“I found Evan.”

Evan. She called my name Evan. He seemed to like my name more now than he did when I was a slave. I decided to think that saying that she found me was some kind of flirting or aegyo.

“Okay? Because I found this I feel good. I wanted to see you too I thought you were dead How have you been living? What is this last name?”

“Who is that woman?”

Issue 13 asked a question to my question. I was about to tell her that I was her demon, but she thought it was not necessary to scare her. We’ve been living openly for a long time, but 10 years of time creates a gap between people. There was no need to unpack unnecessary information before the impressions made up of memories of the past collapsed.

“She is the maid of the mansion where I live. Because it’s dangerous for me to go alone. Isabel put it on.”

“Isabel. I saw it in the newspaper. Pretty Woman.”

When Isabel’s name came up, No. 13 nodded her head. As she bowed her head forward, the hem of her dress pulled forward, revealing her breastbone. I glanced at her chest and said.

“That’s right. She’s a pretty girl love me I think she is a woman who deserves it.”

While saying that, I looked at Number 13’s reaction. She seemed neither disappointed nor surprised. Her expressionless face made it hard to guess what the hell she was thinking. Number 13 told me.

“Another story.”

“What?”

“Tell me something else. Evan’s story. I want to hear it. Why. Are you married?”

Number 13 has changed a lot. I saw her as a child and said her sentences correctly, but now she breaks them down in an unusual way. She had a faint accent and sounded like water, so it was like she was reciting a spell or talking in her sleep.

“Why did you get married…”

I decided to tell the story of my marriage. It was easy to make up because it was a story that had already been adapted and told here and there. There was even a story that everyone could relate to. A wicked husband who beats her wife and a slave who stood by her side despite being afraid of such a man. The love that sprouted between two people and the death of a man.

After getting married, the two are leading a happy life while managing a grape farm.

In a way, this was similar to a fairy tale story. Even if it wasn’t a story of a knight saving a princess, it was a beautiful story of suffering, adversity, and salvation.

Even when I was telling the story, No. 13 was staring at me with an expressionless face. He nodded and even chimed in,

“You will be happy.”

He used the same expression, but his face showed no interest in the story at all. She wasn’t interested in how happy I was to have Isabel. Rather, when I moved her hand or showed her a smile as I spoke, she showed faint emotional agitation.

“So now with Isabel, she is living happily in her own way.”

That’s why I cut off the conversation moderately and faced No. 13. It was because I wanted to hear the story of issue 13. She was a good friend through my childhood. I could sympathize with her story, and if she was married and living a happy life, she could have congratulated me accordingly.

If something sad happened, he would get revenge, and if he was lonely because he couldn’t meet me, my cock would be with him. My eyes met with No. 13, and No. 13 opened his mouth.

*****

“Where are you?”

Sophia followed her servant and frowned at her. It was because the servant who was supposed to lead her to her guest room was moving her steps into her cellar. Even Sophia, who at first thought the guest room was in a special place, couldn’t help but feel suspicious when she saw the rats roaming the hallway, the moss on the walls, and the worn iron bars.

The servant, as if he hadn’t heard Sophia’s question, just moved her steps in silence. Sophia hardened her face, seeing his rigid reaction and her tight back muscles. She said she wasn’t on her way to the guest room. Whatever she was, it was clear that she was going to a bad place.

Sophia pretended not to know anything, so she stopped asking questions and looked around the hallway. She looked around and saw a wooden bat that had been used by someone rolling around inside the cage. The servant just continued walking without looking back, and Sophia reached out and grabbed his club.

And

“Mister! Look here!”

At Sophia’s cry, the servant turned her head. As soon as he turned his head, Sophia hit him in the forehead with his club.

Puck!

With a muddy sound like a hammer chopping meat, the servant fell to his knees. As he blinked to comprehend the situation, Sophia hit the servant again on the head.

“Eight!”

“I’m going to go to the middle of the day…!”

The servant fell to the floor, and Sophia turned around and started running. He needed no proof that he was suspicious. Because if the devil finds evidence and acts, it’s already too late. He had to act only on intuition and instinct, so the demon could survive.

The moment Sophia crossed the hallway and grabbed the cellar door, the door suddenly opened with force. Suddenly, Sophia bumped into the door and took a step backwards. Beyond the door, an old man in an elegant suit shook his head and said,

“Customer. You must remain calm.”

Sophia exclaimed, exposing her horns and tail. The old man looked pretty strong, so she had no options.

“I will kill you if you don’t back down now! Come out!”

“Under!”

The old man laughed when Sophia revealed her true self and shook her head. Sophia saw the old man laughing and thought something was wrong. The old man opened his mouth wide, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. Bat wings spread out on his back, his white skin grew whiter, and sharp claws grew on his hands.

“If it’s a devil! There is no need to do a handshake!”

Sophia quickly knelt on her floor and said.

“Surrender! Surrender!”

******

My eyes met with No. 13, and No. 13 opened his mouth.

“Evan. Happy?”

I nodded. Now it was my turn to listen to her story. I said.

“I want to hear your story now. You know, we’ve been apart too long. Tell me how you’ve been living If there’s anything I can help with, I’ll help. I’ll give you a round of applause if you’re happy. No. 13. How have you been?”

“Evan. Then no.”

No. 13 said firmly. I didn’t know what she was saying no to. When I blinked and couldn’t even ask back, Number 13 snapped her fingers.

At the same time, curtains were drawn down on the windows. There was the sound of locks working from all sides. At the same time as the door was locked, iron bars came down over the door. I couldn’t understand the situation, so I just looked back and forth between number 13 and the door.

“No. 13? You, what, what is this?”

“Evan. Happy. But, I don’t have that happiness.”

No. 13 rose from her seat. Following her gestures, the red cloth moved softly like waves. The dance moves of the cloth that tumbled out of the bed wrapped around my arms and legs, and tied them tightly.

“Ah!”

I screamed at the momentary pain that gripped my flesh. I had to float in the air with my arms and legs caught. For some reason, I couldn’t even move my limbs properly. Even if I tried to use magic to untie it, the cloth only held up to my strength and tightened it even more.

Number 13 was approaching me. She had huge wings and sharp teeth. She stretched out her hand towards me, her red eyes flashing.

Her hand, which had gone over my nose and lips, ran over my shirt.

No. 13 said.

“Evan. You should be happy.”

Her hand unfastened my belt.

“Only with me.”