Possessor #2 Just Wants to Fangirl Chapter 48

What grasshopper appears in the middle of the night?

I was lying in the same bed as a suspect, and a grasshopper ‘made by the mastermind’ appeared on that bed.

Park Rahee is the subordinate with 58,000% certainty.

All drowsiness vanished.

My heart pounded wildly.

Flight instinct surged first, but—

‘I can’t!’

If Park Rahee really is the subordinate, I mustn’t show any reaction.

“Ugh…”

I tossed and turned a few times, then irritably slapped my shoulder with my hand.

First, let’s manipulate the grasshopper’s cause of death.

Make it look like it was loitering around and got mistaken for a mosquito and killed.

After that, I held my breath for a while, concentrating on sounds.

‘…’

Silence.

Steady breathing sounds came from the direction where Park Rahee was lying.

‘Is she asleep?’

Still, it might be dangerous, so let’s wait a bit longer.

I waited patiently, and when I felt confident enough to move, I staggered toward the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom.

Under the bright fluorescent light, sure enough, there was a dead grasshopper in my right hand.

Fluorescent yellow liquid surrounded the corpse—it looked like a milk carton crushed under a four-ton truck.

‘This got complicated.’

My goal is to identify the subordinate, but I’d planned to just witness it from a safe distance in broad daylight with plenty of witnesses.

I never intended to accidentally kill a grasshopper in my sleep.

I’m anxious, so anxious…

Will she notice the grasshopper died and suspect me?

Can I get away with playing dumb about this?

Wait, is Park Rahee even the subordinate for sure?

‘Circumstantially, yes…’

Suspicion piled sky-high, but I hadn’t seen Park Rahee summon the grasshopper with my own two eyes.

Maybe No Jitae actually summoned it, and that grasshopper broke into here and met its end in my palm.

What should I do in cases like this…

Is it because I just woke up?

My brain absolutely refused to work.

I spun it around for a while, but my head wouldn’t budge at all.

‘Let’s give up.’

When a person with a bad brain tries to use their brain, how far can they get?

I quickly abandoned trying to find solutions myself and decided to pursue a more constructive approach.

If my brain’s no good?

Borrow a good brain.

‘What would Gyeon Junhwi do?’

I know my baby’s behavior patterns.

Junhwi would definitely…

‘Use this situation too.’

My baby twists any crisis into an opportunity.

He had several ironclad principles he referenced when doing so.

Thanks to that, I could see clearly what needed to be done.

As expected, my baby is truth.

* * *

The next morning.

I woke up at everyone’s rising time and stretched, when Han Boram’s eyes went round.

“S-Sora, there’s something on your neck?”

“My neck? What?”

The key is to swipe the right side when it’s on the left, making one failed attempt.

Then Han Boram directly touched the back of my neck herself.

On Han Boram’s fingertips was yellow fluorescent substance.

“Wh-what is this? Fluorescent ink?”

“Why is that there?”

“I-I don’t know either.”

“What about you?”

I turned my head to find Park Rahee with a dumbfounded expression.

Extremely suspicious but… expressions aren’t physical evidence.

As Gyeon Junhwi says, when you’re not certain who the enemy is, you need to secure physical evidence.

“Maybe it was there since yesterday?”

“N-no! I-I tied your hair yesterday, remember! Th-there was nothing then.”

“Then it got there while I was sleeping? From where?”

I wiped off the fluorescent substance with a tissue, then tossed it into the trash can beside the bed.

“Anyway… it feels gross, so I’ll wash up and come back.”

After showering and returning to the room, Park Rahee was organizing the bedding.

Han Boram came trotting over to me.

“S-Sora! Rahee is super thorough!”

“Really?”

“I-I just roughly organize the blankets… but I was s-surprised seeing her reorganize even the bed sheets!”

Does someone normally reorganize sheets after waking up?

Anyone watching might think she’s pretending to organize while searching for the grasshopper corpse.

Extremely suspicious, but this is circumstantial evidence too.

Not physical evidence.

“By the way, what time are we meeting?”

“We’re having brunch at 11, so… we have a little over an hour left?”

“Then Boram, could you do that makeup on me again like yesterday?”

I decided to entrust my face to Han Boram.

Han Boram would be focused on my face. I’d have my back turned to Park Rahee.

Conditions where the subordinate could act freely.

About an hour later.

“S-Sora… you’re so pretty!”

“It’s because you’re skilled, Boram. Shall we go? We’ll be late.”

We all went outside together, and just before the door closed, I stopped.

“Ah! I forgot my wallet!”

I dashed back into the room alone.

I deliberately left the door open.

Retrieving my wallet from the nightstand beside the bed took 5 seconds.

That alone was enough.

Just rolling my eyes to check the trash can—

‘As expected, it’s gone.’

The tissue I’d used to wipe off the fluorescent substance was gone.

That tissue is crucial evidence.

If this were a murder case, that tissue would be the only blood evidence at the scene.

And it evaporated.

‘This is physical evidence, right?’

A physically existing object disappeared.

Only one person had access.

This should be enough for even Gyeon Junhwi to acknowledge.

Park Rahee is the subordinate.

* * *

The moment Yeon Sora dashed back into the room, Park Rahee’s heart sank.

But Yeon Sora came back out in just a few seconds and even linked arms.

“Let’s hurry! I’m hungry!”

“Right. The kids will be waiting.”

Park Rahee stroked her startled chest while refocusing on the question circling her mind.

‘What on earth happened?’

The ‘messenger’ had disappeared.

She’d seen it go out through the door crack last night after summoning it, but when she woke up, for some reason the messenger’s sap was on Yeon Sora’s neck.

And she’d received contact from ‘that person.’

The messenger went missing, so summon it again.

‘Do I still need to wait about 2 hours?’

Calculating from when she’d last summoned it, she wouldn’t be able to summon until after noon.

Until then, she’d decided to stay with the group.

Since there were orders to maintain friendly relations with the freshman representative.

“Alright, alright! Focus! Give me a list of where you need to go and I’ll guide you through the most efficient route!”

“Lee Hyojun, you even know NAKSA Mall inside out?”

“You’re really amazing, Hyojun!”

Park Rahee added appropriate reactions while moving with the group.

And when noon passed.

The time to summon the ‘messenger’ approached.

The required time was just 10 minutes.

She just needed to discreetly slip away for 10 minutes.

To sneak away, first she needed to free herself from Yeon Sora’s linked arm.

“Rahee, what’s wrong?”

“I want to check out those hair products over there. You guys stay here.”

“No, let’s go together!”

Every time she tried to naturally pull her hand away, Yeon Sora noticed and turned to look.

“What’s wrong, Rahee?”

“Rahee, where are you going?”

“Is there something interesting, Rahee?”

After 11 attempts, Park Rahee decided to modify her strategy.

First, she needed to end this constant arm-linking state.

She needed to remove this damn hand that had been restraining her since morning.

“Sora, could I pull my arm out for a bit? I exercised wrong yesterday, my hand hurts a little.”

“R-really? Sorry… I didn’t think about you being uncomfortable… Right, people probably shouldn’t see you too close with someone with a bad reputation like me. I wasn’t being considerate…”

The reaction was so oversensitive it made the speaker embarrassed.

She was even overinterpreting.

Yeon Sora stepped backward with a dark expression, then—

“Ah!”

She stepped on a customer’s foot behind her.

More accurately, she slowly pressed down and rubbed it.

A movement reeking of intentionality.

Moreover—

“I’m sorry.”

She apologized while smiling.

While smiling.

A smile that inflicts maximum humiliation and shame on the recipient. Even if you held a thin brush and used filth as paint to brush someone’s face, you couldn’t create this level of disgust.

The person whose foot was stepped on gave the natural response.

“As expected, her personality is trash.”

“Hey, just let it go. If you talk to her she might attack you.”

They said it with their backs turned, but they meant for it to be heard.

Yeon Sora became dejected, and the group was busy comforting her.

“Sora, don’t pay attention.”

“You just accidentally stepped on them… they’re the weird ones.”

“Right, it was an accident but that’s too much.”

Park Rahee gave reactions similar to the group’s, but inwardly was dumbfounded.

Does this girl have no learning ability?

If she’s suffered her whole life because of her smiling face, why does she keep smiling and making things worse—it absolutely doesn’t make sense.

Yeon Sora’s intelligence wasn’t good.

“Rahee, if arm-linking is hard, could you hold my hand instead? Just for a moment… my heart won’t settle down…”

Even her mental fortitude wasn’t good.

Recently Yeon Sora had been suffering from bad rumors and showing serious anxiety symptoms, and those symptoms just flared up.

The appointment time was gradually approaching…

She couldn’t move while restrained like this.

First, she needed to find an environment where physical contact was impossible.

“How about we go look at clothes?”

Park Rahee grabbed as many clothes as possible at the clothing store, then headed for the fitting room.

Surely she wouldn’t forcibly follow into the fitting room.

She just needed to spend 10 minutes here.

As she began the ritual feeling relieved—

“Rahee, why aren’t you coming out?”

Yeon Sora’s voice came from outside.

“I’m just trying them on alone.”

“I’ll look for you.”

“It’s fine, there’s a mirror in here too.”

“Could you show me? I’ve never shown clothes to a friend before.”

“M-me neither! I-I wanted to try that!”

Both Yeon Sora and Han Boram.

They said they’d never made a single friend in their lives.

That’s why their obsession is no joke.

How do they not separate even for 10 minutes?

Park Rahee modified her strategy again.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Let’s go together!”

Surely they wouldn’t summon it while using the toilet.

It’s a bit embarrassing as an excuse, but if she pretended to have an upset stomach, she could spend 10 minutes.

However—

“Rahee, are you okay?”

“…”

“You didn’t fall in the toilet, did you?”

“…”

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“…”

“Did you collapse inside? Should I call someone?”

“…No, I’m fine.”

Stop it, you people!

They’re too casually ignoring basic social etiquette.

Their obsession has crossed the line.

At this rate, she couldn’t recite the summoning incantation.

The appointment time was drawing closer…

She needed a place Yeon Sora would absolutely never go.

“I need to go to the bookstore.”

“Really? Let’s go! I want to look at books too.”

“You?”

Yeon Sora followed this time too.

Park Rahee picked up the thickest book in the bookstore, then looked at Yeon Sora and warned her.

“I’ve really been wanting to read this book, okay? I’m going to read quietly. You guys look at other books comfortably. I need to hold the book, so sorry but holding hands will be difficult.”

“What book is it?”

“Sorry, but could I just read?”

The words came out rough, but at least they were effective.

There were no follow-up questions from Yeon Sora.

‘Finally, quiet.’

Performing the ritual in a place with many watching eyes multiplies the difficulty several times.

With eyes open, it’s hard to concentrate.

On top of that, she needed to move her lips like a ventriloquist without making audible sounds.

Still, this was the only method for now.

Yeon Sora actually didn’t interfere.

After 5 minutes passed and the incantation was halfway complete—

“Rahee, why aren’t you turning pages?”

This damn woman started obsessing again.

“Should I turn them for you?”

“…”

“Are you reading?”

“…”

“Where are you reading?”

This time the ritual failed too.

Now there really wasn’t much time left.

At this rate, there’s only one method.

“I’m going back first. I suddenly have a headache…”

She needed to pretend to return to the dorm and perform the ritual.

This would violate the order to stick close to the freshman representative, but this was more important right now.

“Rahee, does it hurt a lot?”

“Don’t worry about me, you guys keep having fun. It’s a day off, after all.”

“No, how can we do that? If you’re sick, we should walk you to the dorm. Your body’s not well.”

“You don’t need to.”

“You always walk me out, don’t you? I should at least do this much.”

She planned to follow all the way to the dorm like this.

But she absolutely couldn’t go to the actual dorm.

She wouldn’t make it in time unless she summoned the ‘messenger’ near the ‘appointment location.’

Now there really weren’t many options left.

Even if she ran away now… she’d chase.

If it’s Yeon Sora, she’d chase to the ends of hell.

“Excuse me.”

A man she’d never seen before spoke to them.

“Um… you’re my ideal type, so could we talk for a bit?”

Park Rahee’s appearance wasn’t bad, but not to the level where this would happen.

She quickly scanned the man and saw the ‘mark.’

He’d approached to help.

If she followed this man and performed the ritual—

“Then we’ll come too.”

…Yeon Sora wouldn’t allow it.

“Huh? I want to talk with this person alone…”

Yeon Sora didn’t care about social norms like that.

“Why? Do you have something you can’t say in front of us?”

“I’m not that suspicious. I’m a fellow academy student.”

“What year and class?”

“Well…”

“Why can’t you say? What’s your major? Which dorm building and room number? What are your parents’ names?”

“That…”

“You won’t even reveal that but you’re trying to take our friend away?”

If his identity got exposed, that would be bad.

Park Rahee calmly smiled and spoke.

“I appreciate the thought, but I have prior plans with my friends. We agreed to see a movie. Time’s tight… If we’re lucky, we’ll meet inside.”

An awkward sentence, but she had no choice if she wanted to make it understandable.

Seeing the man bow his head and leave, the message got through.

She steadied her breathing and turned her head to find Yeon Sora grinning.

“Rahee, is your condition okay now? Can you watch a movie?”

Her fist clenched involuntarily.