Seoul Object Story

Unlike the office which was full of work and the scary Kim Jungrwi sunbae, the containment room was filled with cute Reapers and things to play with.

However, even though I was fondling Reaper’s soft and warm belly as usual, it seemed like something was affecting its mood because it was not as happy as usual.

Is there something it’s worried about?

It didn’t enjoy the taste of its favorite pudding, but just mechanically stuffed it into its mouth. Moreover, it gave no reaction when I massaged its soft arms and legs.

If it were normal, it would have fallen asleep with a melted expression even when she massaged its arms and legs just a little!

Even its antennae, which always swayed from side to side, were dropping like a withered orchid.

The Black Reaper must have sensed it too, and it kidnapped the White Hungry Ghost with a worried expression.

Kyuuuuu-!

The White Hungry Ghost’s cry which echoed after it sensed its fate sounded pitiful.

Then, Reaper ate the White Hungry Ghost’s limbs and regained its spirit.

It stood up like a fresh antennae that had regained its strength, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Reaper was gone.

Now, it was me who became depressed.

I wanted to play with Reaper…

I held the cute White Hungry Ghost that had its limbs missing in my arms and collapsed on the bed.

Ah, I don’t want to work.

As I stared at the ceiling blankly, the Black Reaper came over with a worried expression and patted my cheek. It looked like it was looking at a seriously ill patient.

The Mini Reapers were so cute that they would fuss over me every time I looked a little gloomy.

I didn’t think they would react this way to other people, so I guess they liked me?

I snatched the Black Reaper which had a worried expression on its face and hugged it tightly.

Even though the Black Reaper looked mischievous and had shark teeth, its personality was similar to the cheerful golden reaper.

It seemed like a reverse charm, so It felt even cuter.

As if the Black Reaper heard my thoughts, its limbs melted and clung to my hand like a glove, and it laughed heartily.

It was a warm and soft Black Reaper glove.

With one hand, I enjoyed the soft texture of the Black Reaper that had turned into a glove, and with the other hand, I touched the white Hungry Ghost that the reaper left behind.

I wished Reaper would come back quickly this time.