Chapter 8

“Downstairs?” I repeated, frowning. “What else could be down there besides dead players?”

I immediately dropped my utensils, covered my stomach dramatically, and gagged. Then I leaned weakly against the Headless Boss.

“Ugh, I can’t eat meat. Must’ve been too much passion last night… I think I’m pregnant.”

Lily looked absolutely thrilled, like she was watching the best show of her life.

The old man with the intestines and the charcoal-skinned old lady both gasped in delight, shouting for their son to take me to the room to rest.

The Headless Boss’s face turned crimson. He scooped me up awkwardly and hissed in my ear, “Y-you’re talking nonsense! We didn’t even…”

Too pure. He couldn’t even say ‘have sex.’

I slumped against his chest, my hand brushing across his abs as I murmured, “It’s fine. If you want, we can fix that right now.”

The chat erupted.

【Nina, you shameless woman!】

【Do I really get to watch this for free?】

【Honestly though, they’re perfect together! He’s dark and brooding but innocent at heart, and she’s soft on the outside but wild inside. I’m officially shipping them!】

In the end, I didn’t actually get to “have sex” with the Headless Boss.

The moment we entered the room, his face was still red, but his voice turned serious.

“Nina, I’m sorry about your feelings. We haven’t known each other long, but I admit… I do feel something for you.”

He paused, looking guilty. “But Lily is my daughter. Even if this is just a game, I can’t make that kind of decision without her approval. As her father, it’s my responsibility.”

My eyes fell to his neck, the jagged scar where his head had been severed.

When I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t a single wound. It was dozens, maybe hundreds of cuts, as if someone had hacked at him again and again with a dull blade before finally slicing it through.

He’d been wearing a tie the past few days, hiding it.

I tugged the tie loose and pressed my lips to the scar before I could stop myself.

“Don’t,” he stammered, trying to pull away. “It’s ugly.”

I shook my head, tears slipping down as I kissed him again. “No. Not at all.”

My voice trembled. “Does it still hurt?”

For a moment, he just stared at me, then chuckled softly, like ice melting in spring.

“It used to,” he said. “But not anymore.”

My fake pregnancy had successfully fooled the intestine grandpa and the charcoal-skinned grandma.

For the next two days, I took over all the cooking myself, using only the groceries the Headless Boss had stocked in the fridge. I made sure not to touch anything from the old weirdos’ burlap sacks, their “ingredients” didn’t exactly look… human-friendly.

To keep up appearances, by the second night, I started sleeping in the same bed as the Headless Boss.

In the middle of the night, just as I was figuring out how to seduce him, a small, pouty face suddenly popped out from under the covers.

“Mommy,” Lily whined, her voice full of hurt, “you don’t love Lily anymore. What’s so special about Daddy? I smell better than he does!”

As she spoke, her tone turned sharp, and she glared daggers at the man beside me.

Her once-white dress began to stain crimson again, and the gash on the Headless Boss’s neck started to widen.

It was clear a fight was about to break out and I was caught right in the middle.