Kuchisake Onna 소설 & 이야기

The woman was none other than Shochiku, who had left the Divine Constabulary and returned to the Hygieia Valley but never returned to the pleasure boat. The assailant, on the other hand, was a woman with a mean face full of cynicism. “B*tch, how dare you seduce Big Brother. Don't you know your status?” “Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror? Are you worthy of Big Brother?” Shochiku covered her face with tears in her eyes, feeling aggrieved. “Third Senior, you have misunderstood. I didn't!” “Slap!” Another heavy slap. “How dare you squabble? Do you think I'm blind? I saw with my own eyes last night. Big Brother came out of your room. You shameless sl*t. You still refuse to admit it?"

’ [Yes] ‘Mind your own business. [The place looks messed up though] ‘What did you see? A kappa? Or did you see the kuchisake- onna?’ [Author’s Note: ‘kuchisake- onna’ is the ‘mouth-slit woman’] [Why would the kuchisake- onna be there?] ‘Weird right? That’s not all. Ritsu was sucked in by something other than the two of them.’ [You said you’re in Hokkaido. How long can you hold out?]

"Old lady, why don't you say anything when you come here today, let me go to the door to meet you." The old woman gave a very gentle smile when she saw the owner come out. "Xuka, it's not that I don't know you, there's no need to be so polite." Xuka is now middle-aged, but her demeanor is elegant, not inferior to the other wives. "Your custom cheongsam is done and I was about to have someone send it to you." Xuka noticed Lina next to her, looked around, couldn't help but joke: "Is this the little girl who kidnapped her, so cute."

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

He asks her. “I took some mefenamic acid so the pain is subtly decreasing,” she tells him. “Did you eat before taking the meds?” He asks her. Anna shakes her head. “It’s that bad huh? The pressure from the pain causes you to throw up and intensifies the pain when you eat something?” “You’re the first man I’ve met that really understands what I’m going through during the time when my womb has committed senpuku,” Anna tells him, referencing the Japanese art of suicide when one is dishonored.

I wonder if the dish is actually a Keter-type SCP object. “Thanks for savoring it,” Kartika said in a good manner and then leaves to the second floor. “I pity him for having such a cursed dish every single day,” Buriko said sluggishly. “It looks like I am going to Isekai,” Jeje said sluggishly. “Ah~ so good~” Cocong moaned. “Silence!” Jeje throws the pot to Cocong’s face. Kartika has ascended the stairs and she turns right. She sees a white door at the end of the hall.