Into the Creations

I was sitting naked in Hera's apartment, scrolling through the real-time search rankings on a portal site using my smartphone. From last night until now, the top 10 search terms were all related to me.

1. Jeokgwang

2. Killer Clown 

3. Noel Fitness Club Massacre 

4. Red Clown

5. Noel Fitness Murder Video 

6. Noel Fitness 28 Deaths 

7. Demon Clown 

8. Clown's Red Knife 

9. Red Madness Escape 

10. Noel Fitness Gang Hideout 

"Blood Clown, huh..." I muttered to myself.

Blood Clown. 

The Blood Clown. To be precise, it was a shortened version of "the blood-soaked clown." Until last night, people called me the Killer Clown or Red Maniac. But at some point, after seeing photos of me drenched in blood, they started calling me Red Clown, and suddenly, the Korean term "Jeokgwang" popped up. Then, on a community site, a user referred to me as the "Jeokgwang" and posted a worshipful post, which became a hot topic. Eventually, people started calling me Jeokgwang.

"Gangsters, huh..."

The police explained that the Noel Fitness Club was a gang hideout, and they labelled me as a kind of killer and terrorist. Gunfire had erupted at the Noel Fitness Club, and along with the bodies, a large number of firearms were discovered. The dead vampire hunters were disguised as Chinese gangsters.

"I didn't take the guns they were using. Of course... They must have framed it as a gang issue because of the firearms."

If it weren't for the gangster angle, there'd be no way to explain why they had so many guns. Plus, their identities as vampire hunters couldn't be revealed.

"Oh, this girl. She's really famous now."

It was the girl who took a photo with me yesterday. Pictures of her face blurred out, and my clown mask were circulating all over the internet. She even appeared on a major news broadcast.

- Miss K met Jeokgwang in person and even took a photo with him. Miss K, did you feel your life was in danger at any point? 

- No, I didn't even know he was a murderer. I thought it was just some event cosplay. 

- Was there anything unusual about him? 

- The clown mask was incredibly well-made. When he spoke, the mask's mouth moved naturally. It almost felt like it wasn't a mask but real skin. 

- What did Jeokgwang's voice sound like? 

- It was just normal. 

- Did Jeokgwang do anything to you? 

- Ah, he slapped my butt. 

- ...What? So, you're saying Jeokgwang assaulted you...? 

- It was more like sexual harassment than assault. 

- ...Ah, I see. 

A woman sexually harassed by Jeokgwang! 

I chuckled as I looked up more about Jeokgwang. People were analyzing photos of me, speculating that I was in my late 20s to mid-30s, and there were baseless rumours that I was ex-special forces. 99% of it was nonsense.

Most people cursed Jeokgwang. After all, I was a deranged murderer who had slaughtered over 20 people with a sword. 

However, some defended me, arguing that the people I killed were armed, vicious Chinese gangsters. Others pretended to defend me just to stir up attention. 
The internet was, as always, a complete mess.

'This is kind of fun.'

If Jeokgwang were someone else, I would've skimmed through the articles and then gone to watch some adult videos. But the Jeokgwang they were talking about was me. 

I am Jeokgwang.

Whether they cursed me or defended me, it didn't matter. Just the fact that they were talking about me was entertaining.

'Ah, what is this? Am I really an attention-seeker?'

I started digging deeper into Jeokgwang. 

Jeokgwang had already spread overseas. Abroad, they called me Blood Clown. 

'Of course, it's going to be a topic. I slaughtered 28 people with a sword in a single night. In this day and age, not the Middle Ages.' 

The international internet was also buzzing because of me. Japan, in particular, was heated. It was because of the sword I used. Some even called me a samurai.

'It's not a katana, it's a Changpo sword.'

Debates erupted. If a Japanese person called it a katana, Koreans would counter that it was a Changpo sword. 

I just chuckled as I watched it all unfold.

"Oppa, what are you doing~?"

At some point, Hera had woken up and hugged me from behind. I could feel her soft chest pressing against my back. She was naked, just like me.

"Just browsing the internet. Didn't you say we're off today and tomorrow?" 

"Yeah. Business has been slow, so we have more days off." 

"How about a date tomorrow?" 

"...Huh? You're asking me out?"

Hera knew my age but still called me "oppa." To her, anyone older or richer was "oppa."

"Why? Don't want to?" 

"No, it's not that. It's just a bit unexpected. It's been a while since I've been on a date with a guy, so I'm happy." 

"Don't read too much into it. Let's just have fun." 

"Don't worry, I won't misunderstand. Hmm, I can kind of guess how this date will end."

I smirked. 

I didn't need to say what the end of the date would entail. It was obvious.

***

Moon Ji-hyuk, who had been glancing at his smartphone, unconsciously smiled. The person who had sent him a message was Yang Jung-min, a traffic officer.

They had met seemingly by fate before, and now they were close enough to exchange messages comfortably. 

They weren't exactly friends, and they certainly weren't lovers. They were in that ambiguous "some" relationship people talk about these days.

[Yang Jung-min: Working late again today ㅠㅠ]

[Moon Ji-hyuk: You too? There are so many cases in Gangnam these days, I'm working late as well.]

[Yang Jung-min: Oh! How about dinner together later? I know a good place.]

[Moon Ji-hyuk: A good place?]

[Yang Jung-min: There's a great budaejjigae place 10 minutes from the station.]

[Moon Ji-hyuk: Oh, that place. It's good. Do you like budaejjigae?]

[Yang Jung-min: I love budaejjigae! I even make it at home sometimes.]

[Moon Ji-hyuk: Wow, you make it yourself?]@@novelbin@@

[Yang Jung-min: It's easier than you'd think.]

Moon Ji-hyuk paused as he was about to send a message saying he'd like to try it. 

Wouldn't that sound too forward, like he wanted to go to her place? 

What should he reply? Moon Ji-hyuk, who had never been in a relationship before, was deeply pondering how to respond.

[Yang Jung-min: I'm really good at making budaejjigae. Do you want to come over to my place and try it sometime?]

Moon Ji-hyuk froze. He was a healthy young man, after all, and a virgin who had never been in a relationship. All sorts of imaginations flooded his mind.

'No, no. She probably didn't mean it like that. Jungmin has a bit of a naive side.'

Moon Ji-hyuk's fingers moved.

[Moon Ji-hyuk: If you're offering, I'd be delighted.]

[Yang Jung-min: Then, how about this weekend? Strike while the iron's hot.]

[Moon Ji-hyuk: This weekend? With all the cases lately, I'm not sure yet.]

[Yang Jung-min: I hope you find time.]

"Oh, Moon Ji-hyuk. You look really happy. Is it your girlfriend?" 

"No, it's not."

Moon Ji-hyuk quickly turned off his smartphone as Team Leader Oh Jeong-jin approached.

"Don't deny it. It's obvious you're in love. Do it a lot while you're young. There are plenty of people who can't do it later even if they want to." 

"...More importantly, what's the matter? Another case?" 

"You know about Jeokgwang, right?"

Jeokgwang. 

The masked killer clown who massacred people at the Noel Fitness Club yesterday. 

Moon Ji-hyuk's face hardened. Based on various circumstances, he was convinced that Jeokgwang was a vampire progenitor.

"...Does anyone at the station not know about Jeokgwang?" 

"Probably not. The higher-ups are in a state of emergency because of him." 

"Are we supposed to catch Jeokgwang?"

Catching Jeokgwang was something Moon Ji-hyuk wanted to do. For the sake of the nation, the heinous Jeokgwang had to be caught, and personally, there was information he needed to extract from Jeokgwang.

"No. The main office is creating a separate task force for Jeokgwang." 

"...Ah, I see."

Moon Ji-hyuk was slightly disappointed. But it was expected. This case was too big for an ordinary detective to handle.

"They asked me to recommend someone for the Jeokgwang task force." 

"Team Leader, are you recommending... me?" 

"Detective Moon, you've been outstanding lately. You practically caught the last suspect single-handedly." 

Moon Ji-hyuk didn't want to admit it, but his enhanced physical abilities during the vampire night were a positive help in his detective work. 

"Do you not want to do it? If not, I can just report that there's no one to recommend. Don't feel pressured, just say it." 

"...No, I want to do it." 

"Really? Then I'll recommend you." 

"Yes, please. But do you have any more information about the task force?" 

"Other teams will also recommend detectives like you. The Jeokgwang task force will have about 30 members, which is quite a lot. But half of them aren't police; they're external specialists." 

"External specialists? Really?" 

"It's pretty much confirmed. I'm also baffled. Where do you find specialists who catch criminals outside the police? What are the higher-ups thinking?"

For a moment, Moon Ji-hyuk's face stiffened.

If the higher-ups knew Jeokgwang was a vampire, then the external specialists might be...

"It seems urgent, so you'll probably start tomorrow. Were you working on the arson case? Wasn't that a gas accident?" 

"Yes, there's evidence of arson." 

"Really? Hand over the case to Detective Park and prepare to go tomorrow. You can leave early today. Once you join the task force, you'll be even busier."

Oh Jeong-jin returned to his seat. 

Moon Ji-hyuk lowered his gaze to his desk and sank into thought. If the external specialists were vampire hunters, as he suspected... He would have to move as cautiously and carefully as possible.

'Maybe the vampire hunters know a way for me to become human again. This might be a good opportunity to learn more about them. It's dangerous, but it's also a good chance.'

***

"How is it? I tried it on like you said."

Hera stood in front of me, proudly showing off her outfit. A navy-blue wrap skirt, a white blouse, and a wine-colored cardigan. Her wavy brown hair was styled in a sophisticated layered cut.

"...Wow, you look really pretty."

I said exactly what came to mind.

"I'm a bit surprised. I didn't think you'd have this kind of taste." 

"My taste is pretty women." 

"I know. But I didn't expect you to give such detailed fashion advice."

To be honest, the clothes I asked Hera to wear were inspired by the fashion style of the real-life actress Shin Hye-jin. The subtle earrings, the hairstyle—everything was very similar to Shin Hye-jin.

'Looking at her like this, it really feels like Shin Hye-jin is standing in front of me. Well, Hera's real name is Shin Hye-jin, so technically, Shin Hye-jin is in front of me...'

I scanned Hera from head to toe. No matter how I looked at her, she was the actress Shin Hye-jin.

"Oppa." 

"Yeah?"

Hera grinned and opened the front of her cardigan. My eyes widened. The white blouse was very thin. The black bra she wore under it was visible through the fabric, barely containing her D-cup breasts.

"Oppa, your eyes are about to pop out. We've already seen everything there is to see. Why are you so surprised by a bra?" 

"...A woman's body never gets old. Clothes are good when they're on, and even better when they're off."

To be honest, I had started thinking of Hera as the actress Shin Hye-jin. And that wasn't a bad thing, so today, I decided to think of her as Shin Hye-jin.

'Ah, thinking like that suddenly makes me excited.'

I moved closer to Hera and pulled her waist toward me.

"Hera, let's take a picture." 

"Another picture? You really like taking pictures~ Not long ago, you even filmed a sex video." 

"These are all memories. Memories. And you like it too, right? Last time, you even filmed me masturbating." 

"Hehehe! I still watch that sometimes."

Hera and I often took photos or videos when we had sex. 

At first, Hera was disgusted by the idea. But my persistence wore her down, and eventually, she started enjoying it too. The photos and videos clearly showed our faces. 

And just as I had her videos, she also had some of mine.

Recently, we even bought a personal broadcasting camera worth over a million won and started filming our sessions. Now, it felt incomplete without the camera. 

I wrapped one arm around Hera's thin waist and activated the selfie mode on my smartphone. It wasn't a photo but a video.

"Push your chest out so it looks good. Ah, and stick your tongue out a bit."

We started French kissing. Our saliva-soaked tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other. 

My hand, which had been around her waist, slowly moved up to grope her ample breasts.

"Hah... Are we not going on a date...?"

My hands instinctively began unbuttoning her blouse, caressing the soft valley of her breasts.

"Ah, right."

I quickly pulled my hand away. Today, I planned to enjoy Hera's body slowly and thrillingly during our date.

"This hand just doesn't listen to me."

***

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