Chapter 432

〈 Chapter 432: Episode 1 Part 18 Chapter 14 ›

BAM!

I quietly raised my glass. There was still a strawberry affogato in it, and I swirled the espresso next to the ice cream with a spoon.

“Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah…!”

Baek Hee-a was at a loss, her hands and feet curling up. The song had already started, and the video kept playing. Since it was being replayed through my Magical Gear, only I could stop it.

“Why are you like this?”

“It mu- must stop…!”

“Wow, as expected from a talented actress.”

“Is th- this acting?”

Baek Hee-a stared at me in shock. I handed her my affogato. Baek Hee-a’s glass had shattered on the floor when she dropped it in surprise, which I’d incinerated with flames.

“So it is acting, right? You really did that?”

“Ahh, how could you even suggest such a thing for the song selection!”

“But still!!”

Seung-hyung’s song began to grow sadder. Those who understood Korean would surely be watching the video with expressions of despair, while those who didn’t were listening to real-time translations through their smartwatches.

-GAZIMARA, GAZIMARA, GAZI-MAL,A LA-

To them, it probably sounded like some foreign pop singer doing his best. Seung-hyung sang earnestly, pressing the synthesizer keys with sincerity, his voice filled with sorrow that resonated deeply with our people.

“Lalala, lalalala.”

I couldn’t help but hum along cheerfully. As everyone got lost in Seung-hyung’s lively yet heart-wrenching voice, Azidahaka, who’d been bragging about himself, remained silent with a stiff face.

-Sing for me just once…

“Ahhh, that’s right. Hmph hmmm.”

The queen bee has only worker bees around her, no one to truly confide in. Same goes for Maamryong. This song perfectly targets both Azidahaka and Maamryong.

“You can push your chest out all you want, but you’ll never have friends. Not to mention, your chest isn’t much to begin with. Hmmph.”

“……”

“Don’t glare at me like that, it’s not about you.”

“…Didn’t you say before that I and Azidahaka had great chemistry?”

Ah, crap. I took a spoonful of affogato into my mouth. The sweet, tangy flavor spread across my tongue. Before this strawberry scent fades, I need to come up with an excuse fast.

“Miss Baek Hee-a, did Miss Yun Yuhwa ever say Karna was compatible with anyone?”

Because Baek Hee-a was so curious about who Karna synced with, I only told her about Yun Yuhha. Of course, I kept her identity as president secret at her request. After hearing my excuse, Baek Hee-a nodded immediately.

“…That’s true.”

“Exactly.”

By now, the song had moved into its instrumental break. While the live stream showcased Seung-hyung’s embarrassing performance, most viewers were sad—except for the Koreans, who reacted differently.

-No matter how much you cry, (girl)friends won’t appear T_T

-I know the song is sad, but why am I crying?

-Ban him from entering! I’m embarrassed to watch this video. What kind of poop-like song is this when there are so many good breakup songs?

-That’s because our brother’s mental state is completely broken right now!!!

Only the Korean chat was embroiled in heated debate. Meanwhile, Azidahaka, the target of the song, was sipping Kalua milk but nervously scratching the glass with her nails.

“Can you see that? She’s trembling because she feels targeted. She’s worrying if the song is directly aimed at her.”

“That does seem to be the case when you put it that way. Phoenix Sir, did Azidahaka ever perform in Korea? If she doesn’t understand Korean, she wouldn’t react like this.”

“[Just reading the text gives off a lyrical poem.]”

“Huh?!”

Baek Hee-a let out a shriek of surprise.

“Just now… in your voice…?”

“I infused it with magic power. Even though the language is Korean, by imbuing the voice with magic, the intent gets transmitted directly without translation. Remember when I used to do that often in monster form?”

“Oh, that.”

I cleared my throat and sang along with Seung-hyung. The song had already transitioned into the second verse.

[I want to love, but it’s all in vain…]

“…Was that sincere just now? Real?”

“Think whatever makes you happy. Anyway, when you convey feelings with infused magic, the intent bypasses any language filters. And Azidahaka is hearing this directly right now.”

I scanned the magical vibrations in Seung-hyung’s voice. He wasn’t singing about his own predicament in despair.

“This expresses the feelings he had after learning about Azidahaka’s true nature. It’s a message he’s sending to Azidahaka through song.”

When does a wannabe insider feel the sting of truth? That’s when they get hit dead-on.

“Watch now, it’s going to be quite amusing. So, this is what the current meaning of this song directed at Azidahaka is.”

I said it with the intention that if Azidahaka hears, she’ll understand.

“Are you… mad?”

If you’re angry, reveal your true form and come at me. This is my challenge to Azidahaka through Seung-hyung.

“Azidahaka or Maamryong, they’ll think it’s self-deprecating since they’re loners.”

***

The song ended. Seung-hyung transformed the madness-filled club back into a regular live café with his mournful ballad. He apologized to the surrounding people and returned to the table.

“……You, hmm.”

Anggrrr wiped her forehead with her hand, clearly dissatisfied. Seung-hyung watched her with a kind smile as he sipped his whiskey.

‘He looks similar.’

At the moment Anggrrr swept her bangs upward, she became Azidahaka. If she erased her tear marks and wore slightly heavier makeup, she wouldn’t differ much from Azidahaka.

‘The difference between wearing makeup and not is striking.’

Garura concealed her face with makeup out of reverence and embarrassment for sharing a face with Phoenix. Because her makeup was a bit overdone, she sometimes got called ‘gyaru-ra’ in certain places, but to Seung-hyung, the made-up Garura looked far better. Otherwise, facing her bare-faced would be too shameful.

“Ugh…”

“Why are you like this?”

“Miss Garura, snif.”

Seung-hyung covered his mouth after realizing what he’d said. The club atmosphere briefly turned solemn before people resumed loud chatter. Seung-hyung hid his true feelings while sipping his whiskey.

If they knew he’d been sharing a bed with Garura until boarding the Baegnaroh, how would they react? Eventually, this will be revealed through a Vlog, but for now, their consolations due to his deception will greatly aid in conquering Azidahaka.

“…Don’t you find it quite pleasant, receiving comfort from people?”

There was an edge to Anggrrr’s voice. Though a high-ranking officer, she surely knew the crowd genuinely sympathized with Seung-hyung. In just a few hours, he’d befriended countless tables—Azidahaka couldn’t touch that level of social prowess.

“Haha, naturally, buying drinks makes everyone friends, right?”

Seung-hyung shrugged and chuckled. His comment about purchasing friendships somehow came off witty. Anggrrr set her glass down on the table, nearly shattering it from the force.

“But alcohol cannot mend the heart, hmmph.”

Anggrrr cleared her throat. Words, unlike alcohol, cannot be taken back once spoken. Seung-hyung drank straight from the whiskey bottle with a melancholy gaze.

“Hmm, that’s true. We can’t turn back time after all.”

Seung-hyung sighed, gazing at the ceiling.

“It feels hollow.”

“…Hmm, I know exactly how to fill that void.”

Anggrrr pulled out a black business card from her vest pocket. The card, with its black background and gold lettering, featured a printed red lip mark identical to her own lips. Seung-hyung frowned at the card placed subtly on the table.

“Um, even so, this kind of thing…”

“It leaves no records behind, so it’s fine. Considering today’s mishap…”

Anggrrr finished her remaining Kalua milk and placed the empty glass atop the card. Her boldness left Seung-hyung startled as she turned away without looking back.

“…….”

Unnoticed by others, Seung-hyung slid the glass aside and pocketed the card. Then he received a call from his mentor.

-Service for two hours.

“……Hmph.”

Two hours should be enough. Seung-hyung discarded his act thus far, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and plopped down at any random seat. The first place he landed was a table full of burly Turkish heroes.

“Turkish hero folks, right? Personally, I’m curious about something…”

“What is it?”

“I personally want to hear about your story of subduing the villain <Haidedin>. If you happen to know anything…”

“HAHAHAHAHA!!”

The Turkish heroes erupted into laughter loud enough to shake the club. Their laughter momentarily tensed the atmosphere before they began standing up one by one.

“Do you want to know how <Haidedin> was captured?”

“Yes.”

A highly explosive situation indeed. Everyone held their breath, anticipating potential chaos, as the largest man summoned dozens of rum bottles with magic and stacked them on the table. People gasped in awe at his impressive feat.

“Of course I’ll tell you since you paid for the drinks! Ha ha, you came at a good time! Believe it or not, I personally participated in the operation against Haidedin!”

“Ohh!”

“Ho ho ho, turns out he was just a pure-hearted hero! I’ll tell you an amazing story! Forget all about sadness!”

“Ah, I wasn’t actually sad-”

Seung-hyung’s minor protest was drowned out by the heroic tales the heroes demonstrated firsthand.

***

BANG!

Azidahaka slammed her butt onto a giant dildo laid out on the floor. Accurately seated, the erect dildo pierced and entered her groin precisely.

Eeeeep!!

The Maamryong beneath the bed twisted in agony. The already soaked bedsheet grew wetter without reprieve. Azidahaka leisurely ground her hips in circular motions while brushing her hair back.

“Cheeky brat. That song was definitely aimed at me, right? Huh? What? No? Don’t make me laugh!”

BAM BAM BAM!

Azidahaka hammered her sit-ups in frustration. She showed no consideration for the dildo beneath her, nor for Maamryong’s pain, whose injuries might soon turn pleasurable.

“Tch, is it all about being handsome? Such arrogance deserves death…”

Azidahaka vented her anger by hammering the dildo. Initially done to torment Maamryong and collapse his spirit to steal his essence, the act had become enjoyable. Now, mixing bodies served as stress relief for Azidahaka.

“That guy, he’s definitely following Phoenix’s orders. Knowing I’d approach, he must’ve prepared hundreds of these kinds of routines. Worthless bastards.”

Unbeknownst to Azidahaka, her delusional rantings were eerily close to the truth. The target seemed unaware of her presence so far. Even if they noticed, it didn’t matter.

“Hmph, thank you, Lord Maamryong. Thanks to you, I got this incredible body.”

No being who tasted her insides could escape. Azidahaka slapped the dildo’s cheek twice.

“Hey, starting tomorrow, it’s your turn. It’s time for some Eastern muscle tonics.”

“Eeeep.”

The dildo-monster under Azidahaka whimpered and nodded. Azidahaka trembled with excitement while gazing at the cityscape outside the window.

“Hmph.”

Her posture resembled someone pretending to be Garura.

***

“I’m back!”

Seung-hyung entered the VIP room with a cheerful grin. With me and Baek Hee-a already inside for quite a while, no one would find it strange that he entered my room late at night.

“Ugh, the smell of alcohol.”

“You’re still inexperienced.”

I manipulated the flame embedded in Seung-hyung’s heart. Fire flowed through his veins, burning off all alcohol as it passed through each capillary. The faint alcohol odor disappeared from his body.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need for apologies. I should apologize for asking you to act so pathetic.”

The network had exploded with buzz. The scene where Seung-hyung felt life’s loneliness but found renewed purpose and burning justice through Turkish friends was nothing short of legendary.

In the video, Seung-hyung only regained confidence at the very end. Prior to that, every scene depicted him consumed by despair, insanity, and overwhelming sadness, desperate to soothe the void of heartbreak.

“Congratulations. Now go meet Garura and give her a passionate kiss for a perfect romantic reversal.”

“Isn’t it more like a thriller disguised as romance?”

“Regardless of genre, it highlights how extraordinary Seung-hyung’s acting is. Give it here, the invitation.”

Seung-hyung received the invitation—a ticket to Azidahaka’s fantasy world, where all her delusions manifested into a harem solely for her.

“<Black Bible>.”

The location of Azidahaka’s lair was, in many ways, a holy site.