I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts
Chapter 129: The Surprisingly Ordinary Spirit Realm with a 1:39 Gender Ratio (5)

Without even knowing why her body was heating up, Kim Yeonri, the eldest of Spirit Realm despite being only 22, continued preparing for the banquet.

Meanwhile, Rahyeon, who did know exactly why her body was heating up, fidgeted and anxiously adjusted her glasses.

And then there was Yoo Hajin—completely blank, lost in thought about absolutely nothing.

And so, a rather dangerous banquet was about to begin at Spirit Realm—dangerous in more ways than one.

It was, in every sense, a dangerous banquet.

So dangerous that even enlightened ones outside of Spirit Realm could sense it.

“So what the hell is this boing-boing, anyway?”

Kirieon asked Jobaek.

But Jo Baek, eyes brimming with blood-tears, could only reply:

He continued, gravely,

“That boy—Yoo Hajin—what he’s looking at right now… that’s boing-boing.”

Yes. At this very moment, Yoo Hajin was staring at boing-boing.

Because Kim Yeonri, wearing a heavenly maiden outfit, had come to get him. However, unlike Kirieon’s perfectly composed seonnyeo robe, Kim Yeonri’s was… incomplete. And that made it even more dangerous.

In multiple senses of the word.

So dangerous, in fact, that Jobaek was practically coughing up blood.

“Boing-boing… is something so perilous it could shake the entire spirit realm.”

Yoo Hajin shuddered.

Because parts were covered—just barely covered—it made it all the more intense.

So this is why bunny suits are such a thing…

Such profound realization.

Could this be… the enlightenment of the Celestials?

And while Yoo Hajin was trembling with this spiritual epiphany, the spirit realm itself began to tremble too.

All due to the rage seeping out from the Great Demon Gate.

Jobaek felt that fury… and spat blood.

“Just how… how deep into hell has Yoo Hajin fallen?”

At Kirieon’s question, Jobaek merely lifted the corners of his mouth into a chilling smile.

“Heh… hehehe. I wish I knew. What kind of hell could possibly produce something this dangerous...”

Still bleeding, Jobaek whispered:

“It’s… genuinely entertaining.”

“Entertaining? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Crack—

As Kirieon clenched her fist, the stone floor beneath began to spiral and twist.

Yet Jobaek didn’t lose his smile.

“Kirieon, don’t waste your strength.”

“Shut up, dumbass.”

“We might be heading toward a final battle that risks the end of everything.”

Then, just like that, Jobaek’s expression turned cold.

“So don’t hold back.”

“What… what do you mean by that? Speak clearly!”

Through bloodstained eyes, Jobaek spoke:

“I can’t say for sure. But this much, I know… If Yoo Hajin loses to boing-boing… if he crosses that line…”

He paused, then concluded:

“A disaster on the level of a Demon God will descend. Or worse… the Demon God may appear in person.”

The Demon God—the deity of malevolent spirits.

The mere mention of that name made Kirieon bite her lip.

“Why… why does he have to be the one thrown into such a cruel hell like boing-boing? The monsters who eat people got normal hells. But the one who tried to protect people gets this?!”

Truthfully, Kirieon had no real reason to be angry.

But Yoo Hajin was living through this hell.

Right now, he was smiling politely as he accepted a drink.

“A toast to my great senior.”

“Y-Yeah, sure. Ahaha…”

Even drinking Seonnyeo-ju, traditional wine made from grapes crushed by the maidens of Spirit Realm.

“No meat? Hmm… No meat kinda sucks… or wait—does it make this the best?”

They even got to enjoy Spirit Realm’s specialties—Mountain Herb Bibimbap, Potato Pancakes, and even Grilled Matsutake Mushrooms, a high-end delicacy.

“We will now begin the demonstration.”

A joint dance—no, a martial arts performance—by the girls of Spirit Realm commenced.

“U-Wow. Wha—O—Oh—Holy—”

While Yoo Hajin was muttering strange noises, outside the borders of Spirit Realm, Kirieon was letting out strange sounds of her own.

“Hh… Haah… Hh… The monsters that devour people fall into normal hells… but that child—who gave everything to save people—gets thrown into despair?”

Kirieon was laughing through her tears.

Jobaek watched and simply said:

“You, more than anyone, know why this is happening.”

“I do. That’s why the time left to me… the enlightenment I have…”

Kirieon rambled as she closed her eyes.

“It’s a kind of enlightenment… that leaves me helpless.”

At that moment, Jobaek cut in sharply.

“It’s starting.”

“What is?”

“A true ordeal… one that could mark the end of countless beings.”

And of course, that ordeal… was called Boing-Boing.

The doom of countless beings, sparked by a brother crossing a certain line—and the desperate resistance of an emotionless little sister who couldn’t bear to see it happen.

Meanwhile, Yoo Hajin, unaware of any of this, was still having a great time at the dangerous banquet.

And the line that must not be crossed… was creeping ever closer.

He’d eaten, drunk, and enjoyed the show.

Now, it was Yoo Hajin’s turn to perform.

Feeling all the sparkling eyes of the girls now fixated on him, Yoo Hajin awkwardly stood up.

‘Maybe I should just tell them it was all a lie…’

But he’d already dropped Kirieon’s name to enjoy all this treatment. At this point, if he confessed the truth, he’d deserve to get beaten up.

So, with the reluctant resolve of a man eating wasabi tears, Yoo Hajin pressed forward with his act as Kirieon.

“Ahem. Everyone…”

As soon as he began to speak, gasps erupted from the crowd.

“Whoa—what is that voice?!”

“Y-Yeah, your voice is super deep! Not saying that’s bad or anything…!”

“Just hearing it made my body heat up a little…”

“Same here.”

Maybe it was because they’d been so excited to finally hear their great senior speak?

The girls of Spirit Realm couldn’t stop whispering in awe.

Watching their reactions, Yoo Hajin could feel a term he hadn’t felt in a long time rise up: crushing pressure.

“This senior is… deeply pleased with everything you’ve shown me. Now… uh, well…”

Honestly, Yoo Hajin had nothing else to say.

Right then, a voice called out from beside him.

“Senior, may I ask something?”

The speaker was none other than the great elder of Spirit Realm, Kim Yeonri, the 22-year-old.

“How did the battle with the Dark Heart go? Will the other seniors of Spirit Realm be returning?”

“Uh, well, um…”

Dark Heart?

He’d definitely heard that before… somewhere…

But now that he tried to recall it, his mind drew a blank.

And other seniors of Spirit Realm?

This was literally his first day hearing about this place!

As Yoo Hajin began to panic internally, a bespectacled girl stepped forward.

“Yeonri sunbae. He won’t be able to answer anything.”

The girl with glasses, Rahyeon, smiled as she spoke.

“That’s because he’s a man.”

“Wh-What are you talking about? I’m not—what do you mean I’m a man?!”

Suddenly, Yoo Hajin began denying his own gender identity.

But the bespectacled girl didn’t stop at such a simple denial.

“You, so-called ‘senior’... you claim you’re not a man?”

“O-Of course not!”

“Then prove it.”

Prove it? Prove what?!

Just as that ominous thought crossed Yoo Hajin’s mind—

“Take off your pants.”

“...What?”

The banquet hall froze.

Then, Rahyeon—glasses gleaming—clapped her hands.

In response, a few of the girls who had been quietly enjoying the event stood and tossed ropes toward Yoo Hajin.

The ropes wrapped around both his arms in an instant.

Of course, that was all they did—just wrapped.

With a bit of strength, Yoo Hajin easily yanked the two girls forward, and they stumbled right into his chest.

“Wh-What kind of strength is this?!”

“Kyaa—?!”

And just like that, the girls who had tied him up were now awkwardly clinging to him.

His arms were “bound,” in a sense.

“It’s not exactly what I expected, but his arms are sealed either way.”

Rahyeon’s glasses sparkled ominously.

“Then now—let’s begin the verification!!!”

“Wh-What verification?! Stop right the hell there!”

But Rahyeon didn’t stop.

More specifically—she didn’t stop trying to pull down his pants.

Yoo Hajin did his best to dodge her, footwork sharp, but Rahyeon was also a trained martial artist.

In the end, there was no escape.

“Why… won’t these come off?!”

There was one critical issue: Spirit Realm didn’t have the concept of zippers.

So Rahyeon, unfamiliar with their function, couldn’t actually take off his pants.

That bought Yoo Hajin a few precious seconds.

In that time, he looked toward the younger girls with a desperate expression.

“Hey! Someone help me!”

But all they did was blush and watch in silence.

The girls of Spirit Realm, though trained in energy cultivation, were still full of youthful curiosity and vitality.

In other words… they had plenty of life energy—and curiosity to match.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed around other girls!!! See? I’ll go first!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

And with that, she whipped off her own skirt without a second thought.

“Look down! Let’s see what’s down there!”

Through her glasses, Rahyeon’s eyes gleamed with unfiltered desire.

She reached toward Yoo Hajin’s lower half.

Now aware of the zipper’s existence, she began to tinker with it, trying to figure out how it worked.

“The others were curious too! Let’s see! What’s down below!!”

“I’m gonna get assaulted!!!”

Though she’d discovered the zipper, Rahyeon still had no idea how it functioned.

So she started fiddling with it.

And that “fiddling” was an extremely dangerous period of time for Yoo Hajin.

Fumble, fumble—

“Goddammit.”

That’s when Yoo Hajin gave up—

On singing the national anthem in his head to calm himself, that is.

“Whoa… so it really does... do that? There are humans like this?”

“This swelling thing—this is that from the legends, right?”

“It’s real. The evil that preys on women... Haaah, haaaah…”

Yoo Hajin felt a cold, judgmental gaze fall upon him.

It was from Kim Yeonri.

Under her stare, he weakly tried to defend himself.

“Your Honor, I swear I’m innocent…”

But excuses held no weight here.

“Take him to the dungeon.”

And so, Yoo Hajin was imprisoned.

****

But being locked up wasn’t the end of it.

Late into the night, a group of girls quietly snuck into the dungeon.

They gently woke the sleeping Yoo Hajin.

“Wh-Wha…? Wait a sec—you! You’re that pervert girl from earlier!”

“And who exactly are you calling pervert? I was simply carrying out a necessary investigation into the hostile species known as ‘men.’”

She shrugged casually.

“Anyway, want me to bust you out of here?”

That got Yoo Hajin nodding so fast it was almost pitiful.

“There’s a condition, though. You have to teach me about men.”

She adjusted her glasses.

“Is it true that when a man sees a naked woman, he can’t hold himself back?”

With that question, she began to loosen her top.

And far away, deep within the Great Demon Gate, something began to tremble.

---The End Of The Chapter---

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