Mistaken for a Catastrophe-Level Ghost Story Employee 26

Chapter 26- Master…

Trudge… trudge.

Was it a chain reaction of powerless footsteps?

The strength drains from my entire body.

What’s the cause, you ask?

It’s because the place I’m heading to right now is none other than.

That haunted house.

…No, let me correct myself.

It’s a house haunted by ghosts.

From the moment I heard Noise tell me I should visit once,my face showed obvious dislike and. I was moving toward that haunted house like livestock being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

Of course, there was no need to head to that damn ghost-infested house right now.

…However.

In this world crawling with ghosts, the only other places I could go were.

-The library where Noise is.

-The ghost story General Store.

That’s it. Just 2 places.

I’m on the verge of tears because there’s so little to describe.

So rather than wasting time wandering around elsewhere, I, who believes in taking the beating sooner rather than later.

Choose to head to that house.

My footsteps feel especially heavy today as I go there.

With each step, Noise’s words keep flickering in my mind.

-And I never thought she would make such a request of me.

Such a request…

I couldn’t ask at the time.

What kind of request did she make that even shocked someone like Noise?

I’m already anxious.

I’ve thought dozens of times about turning around and going back right now!

While all kinds of thoughts were tangled up making a man’s head dizzy.

…Ah.

I’ve already arrived.

Park Yeon-jeong let out a sigh at the short distance from the library that didn’t even give him time to turn back.

…Let’s go.

Even if I run away right now, the situation won’t change.

Instead, if I visit the house later, whatever is inside might harm me.

…Right. Think positively.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be something bad.

Right?

I recalled the emotions I felt when I first visited this house.

Warm comfort.

The delicious soybean paste stew.

The soft bed.

The baseball bat… placed next to the shoe rack.

The paper terrorist who kept me awake all night.

“……”

A chill envelops my entire body.

I was standing in front of the front door with the key in my hand, frozen for a while.

What if something worse than a baseball bat comes flying at me as soon as I open the door?

Gulp.

I swallowed dry saliva dozens of times.

With trembling hands, I finally inserted the key into the front door keyhole and turned it.

Click.

The sound of the door unlocking pierces my hearing.

Grabbing the doorknob, I opened the front door.

Creeeak.

“Welcome home, master.”

“……”

“I’m so happy to see you again….”

– Click.

…I just reflexively closed the door.

But

Clearly… if I didn’t see wrong.

There was a person inside.

There was definitely a person like Park Yeon-jeong himself standing in front of the entrance inside the house.

Moreover,

A woman wearing a Japanese kimono, which is hard to find in this area.

I turned around for a moment.

Wondering if I had entered someone else’s house by mistake. I immediately examined the surroundings of the house carefully.

The severely dilapidated exterior appearance far below that of a typical building and the serious state of corrosion that made it look like it could collapse at any moment.

This is the place I know.

The current state of this building was comparable to the ghost story General Store, and this was definitely the ghost story house I knew before.

And the voice the woman just uttered.

It was familiar.

It was the voice I heard when I left this house yesterday. At that moment, Noise’s words flickered in my mind.

-And I never thought she would make such a request of me.

…Could it be.

My gaze turned back to the front door of the shabby house.

Step.

Moving my steps back towards the front door, when I grabbed the doorknob again.

Creeeak.

“Let’s stop with the mischievous pranks.”

“…At that time, the soybean paste stew.”

“Pardon?”

“I really enjoyed it. It was delicious.”

To my sudden compliment, I waited for the woman’s response.

“…I’ll make it for you anytime if you wish.”

That’s right.

Ah, it is right.

The woman greeting me in front of my eyes right now is indeed the one who terrorized me with papers keeping me from sleeping.

But why is she in human form unlike before… Well, I can roughly guess.

“It’s chilly outside. Let’s go inside.”

“…Yes.”

I can’t even ask about the specific reason.

I wonder if that question would be rude to the ghost woman in front of me.

And if Noise created a human body for this being at her request.

It means this ghost woman maintains a somewhat intimate relationship with him.

So.

There’s no benefit in disturbing it.

Let’s move according to the situation.

‘…But.’

Park Yeon-jeong, for some reason, regarding his situation of tackling ghost stories even though work hours had ended.

‘Isn’t this overtime work?’

Click.

Park Yeon-jeong’s unintended overtime work began.

*****

“Please wash up first. I’ll prepare a meal in the meantime.”

“……”

“No response?”

“Yes! I’ll wash up thoroughly and come back.”

Is this right?

Park Yeon-jeong somehow recalls his military trainee days from long ago.

My heavy footsteps entered the shower room with a change of clothes and slumped shoulders.

Gently.

…Eerie!

Suddenly, a strange feeling as if someone was staring at the back of my head.

Whirl!

Without realizing it, my gaze turned toward the ghost woman in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong? If you need anything, I’ll bring it to you.”

“……”

The ghost woman must have been preparing ingredients.

She was holding a kitchen knife in one hand, raising it toward me.

And her gaze was somehow.

Cold and sharp.

“…Um, the food. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Don’t worry about that. Cooking is my specialty.”

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.

Hearing the sound of skillfully chopping ingredients with the knife, I hurriedly hid in the shower room.

Click.

As soon as I entered the shower room, I locked the door.

‘…Let’s get out.’

Let’s get out of here right now.

Along with the thread of reason, Park Yeon-jeong regained consciousness. The ghost woman’s gaze as she held up the kitchen knife still flickers before his eyes.

A cold, cynical gaze that seemed to freeze him.

It was a chill of a different caliber than the intense cold managed by the match girl.

Really, let’s leave.

As soon as possible.

My gaze naturally turned to the small window in the shower room.

It was a space too narrow for one adult man to pass through.

Then, the only two escape routes I could think of were:

-The most straightforward front door,

-The living room window leading to the yard.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I’ll escape to one of those two places.

I don’t want to become new ingredients for that ghost woman.

Park Yeon-jeong, who had somewhat made an escape plan, now turned his gaze toward the shower.

No matter what, wouldn’t it be suspicious if I don’t wash up before leaving?

Let’s go along with that guy’s pace for now.

After taking off the suit I was wearing, I slowly began to wash myself.

Shwaaaaaa.

The warm water seemed to wash away the tension from his stiff body.

His mind seemed to become clear again, and he seemed to regain some composure…

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

“Eup!”

I almost screamed at the sound of someone knocking on the shower door.

Perhaps I had relaxed too much.

I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle the scream that almost escaped.

“Master, is the water temperature okay?”

“…Yes! It’s perfect! Just right! The best!”

“…I see.”

I hoped she would go away since the water temperature was fine.

The tension that had been easing just a moment ago began to surge again.

…Click.

!!

Wait, wait, wait!

That person just…

Click…click, click.

!!!

…Just now, the handle moved.

She tried to open the shower door.

If I hadn’t locked it, who knows what would have happened next. Scenes from numerous horror movies flashed through my mind.

“Master.”

“Yes, yes?!”

“The door seems to be locked.”

I locked it.

Unable to say ‘Because I’m too scared of you!’, I tried to respond with something plausible.

“Ah… I must have locked it by mistake.”

Click, click, click, click.

…I’m sorry.

Please just spare my life.

While Park Yeon-jeong was mentally begging the ghost woman whom he couldn’t even see beyond the shower,

“…I was going to scrub your back. Would you open it for a moment?”

“No, no! I’m almost done washing. I was just about to come out!”

“It seems like you just went in not long ago?”

“I wash quickly!”

“…Since you say you’re done. Let’s postpone the back scrubbing for next time.”

Thud… thud.

The sound of footsteps moving away from the door.

Plop.

I collapsed right there.

And with both hands covering my mouth,

I sobbed.

‘Please save me, Mr. Noise.’

*****

When I opened the shower door after finishing the uncomfortable shower,

Growl.

The magical smell of food that completely erased the previous horror movie scene struck my nose.

As I approached the kitchen, I saw the food laid out on the table.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I made a variety.”

“………”

“Master, you’re drooling.”

Slurp.

Just an array of mouthwatering foods.

Starting with soybean paste stew that I like,

Chicken, the universally top-ranked delivery food.

Pizza, the friend often mentioned alongside chicken.

Jokbal and bossam, which are supposedly too expensive to eat regularly.

And various other foods you’d only expect to see at a buffet, all laid out on one table.

No one could avoid drooling at such a sight.

…Well, the quantity did seem a bit excessive.

Setting aside all the emotions he had felt since coming here, just for this moment,

Park Yeon-jeong ate until he felt like bursting.

Afterwards,

How much time passed?

“…Ah, I can’t eat anymore.”

As expected, despite his efforts, he couldn’t finish all the food on the table.

But it was delicious.

Even though he was struggling after stuffing himself to the verge of bursting, a bright smile naturally formed on his face.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied. It’s the highest praise for me as the one who prepared it.”

“It was really delicious.”

“…Thank you.”

Afterwards, when the ghost woman said she would clear the table, I also offered to help as thanks for the delicious meal, but…

“There’s not much I can do for you, Master, who has visited this place again. Unlike that person… I’m not even a being that can be called a ghost story. I’m a defective product.”

A defective product that couldn’t become a ghost story?

This was the first time I’d heard such a setting.

“So I just hope that Master can rest comfortably here.”

“…Yes, I understand.”

I didn’t try to ask anything more to the ghost woman who seemed to have quite a complicated story.

Even if not right now,

I could always ask Noise about this character tomorrow.

Afterwards, my steps led me to throw this heavy body onto the soft bed where I could lay my full stomach.

Plop.

Indeed, the bed here is also excellent.

Even though many things had happened here, at this moment at least, it felt like a not-so-bad day.

…Blink.

‘…Ah, with a full stomach.’

Sleep is coming.

Was it because of the extremely soft bed?

Or was it the food coma after eating until bursting?

I don’t know.

For now, at least,

I’m so… sleepy.

Park Yeon-jeong fell into a deep sleep.

Deeply, very deeply.

How deeply he had fallen asleep.

Thud,thud.

“…Master.”

Slightly, very slightly.

The woman’s fingertips brushed the man’s cheek.

He was in a deep sleep, completely unaware.

He was truly sound asleep.

‘Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master, Master…’

A small sob flowing with a woman’s breath slowly falls to the floor.

-Master.

The kimono covering the woman’s body slowly slid down along her white shoulder line.

As if willing to show this man the skin that had never been shown to anyone before.

The woman’s skin glistened more beautifully in the moonlight coming through the window.

Thud.

And slowly.

Thud.

Very slowly.

The woman’s footsteps approached the bed more carefully than ever before.

Toward her master who had returned to her side again.

The woman… approached.

Looking at the man sleeping soundly on the bed.

Slide.

She slowly placed her body next to the man’s.

Lying next to the man, she unhesitatingly pulled his arm into her bosom.

Flinch!

Feeling his body temperature directly on her skin, the woman pushed the man’s arm deeper, even deeper… into her deepest part.

She tried to hide the powerful trembling she felt in her body.

-I asked that person… for a human body like yours.

Not for anyone else.

Only for you.

So I could meet your gaze.

So I could talk with you.

So I could touch you.

…Squeeze.

-I like you.

Her breath also became rougher along with his breath fully transmitted to her face.

-I like you. I love you.

…Squeeze…squeeze, squeeze.

The woman didn’t know what to do with her increasingly pounding heart.

After all, all the sensations the woman was feeling with a human body were ones she had never experienced before.

Her face felt as hot as if it were burning, and her heart felt like it might explode like a time bomb at any moment.

I felt like I would go crazy from the hundreds, thousands of new sensations transmitted throughout my body.

It was hard to endure.

I wanted to share this feeling, this impulse called love, with the man right away and with my whole body.

Because I loved him.

Because I liked him.

Because this feeling of loving him was sincere.

I wanted to confirm to him my overflowing emotion of love.

Before someone else took him away, I wanted to plant in him the same emotion of love that I felt.

……But.

Just as much, I didn’t want to be hated by this man.

I hoped he wouldn’t distance himself from me.

I didn’t want to hurt him with these feelings that were still so clumsy.

When sexual urges consumed me stimulated my brain.

Squeeze.

She pulled the man before her more strongly into her embrace. she tried to hold back.

But, in truth, she might have wanted him to wake up.

She wished he would open his eyes to this pressure.

She wished he would pounce on me right away. She wished he would kiss her.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.

As the waves of emotion grew stronger with each passing moment.

The woman, suppressing her feelings of love more deeply, more profoundly and forcibly.

Imprinted all these maddening sensations onto her entire body.

So that she could feel these sensations only from this man.

Not from anyone else.

So that she could feel this maddening emotion only from this man whom she loved.

Squeeze.

That night.

Among the many empty rooms.

Only from one room, an unknown woman’s shallow sobbing continued to flow.