Mr. Killer Please Marry Me - Chapter 1

My name is Yi Chengshi (3) . You would think I’m a girl when you hear my name, but in reality I’m a boy. My physical appearance is that of an average youth (I am 17 years old in appearances). My blood type is unknown (1) . I mainly like things such as growing flowers during the summer and my specialty is cooking. Most days I work as a writer on the internet wasting my days away

However, I’ve been met with an awful fate as of late. Really, I was knocked unconscious when I’d gone out for a walk late at night. When I woke up, I was put into clothes that didn’t belong to me! ***

The bed I’d woken up on was very large and big enough for me to feel comfortable in, Ah Of course, this wasn’t the point I was trying to get across here. The point is that this was an old antique room that I’d never been in before nor did I recognize it. The more important thing however is that my clothes have also been replaced with what seems to be costumes from ancient times meant to seduce men. Yes, it’s those kinds of seductive clothes sold online! but the reason I didn’t suspect that I’d time traveled through space was because there was a TV in the old antique room, which at first glance looked extremely high tech I had reached only one possible conclusion

I knew it I had been kidnapped by a pervert. The kidnapper couldn’t even give me proper clothes even more so a part of the cloth had a rip in it. A man would never wear these kinds of exposing and seductive clothes let alone put them on somebody else.

As more time passed I’d been internally struggling thinking of whether to throw myself out of the window or find a door that could lead me out of here then suddenly, the pervert appeared. Well, he looked like a regular man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, much like an elite. But his expressions never changed, keeping a calm face drooling at the sight of me. What kind of man wears an expression like that? He didn’t even wipe his saliva, it’s as if I was his food

“You really are the most suitable person I’ve ever seen for this stuff. Naturally long black hair, rare stunning eyes, still as a river. Sitting as silently as a fairy in a painting! ” The man with gold rimmed glasses said, an infatuated look coming upon him. I started seriously suspecting that the gold-rimmed glasses man read too many novels and ultimately got lost in his delusions. Maybe he’d failed in his mission in obtaining women and went for men instead. Otherwise, why would anybody do this kind of thing? 

“Let me go!” I finally spoke after keeping silent for so long. But I didn’t complain. There was no point voicing them with a psychotic and deprived man.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible my dear, from now on this will be your new home. And If you ever need anything you can always tell the people at the door they’re right next to the entrance” After saying that, the man with glasses sat on a table looking at me in a daze seemingly lost in thought

“Pervert”, I shouted, “I have my uncle and I can always call the police on you and tell them that a perverts kidnapped me!” Of course, those things were only said internally. On the surface, I had only kept a blank face staring at the man on the table.

Suddenly, the man with glasses got up and picked me up. I didn’t know why but I had a very sudden urge of dread and felt tears welling up in my eyes, realizing that this guy was no ordinary man, he was a trained boxer or perhaps a wrestler. I would never stand a chance against him

I closed my eyes expecting a harsh beating, instead when I found my eyes peeling themselves open again I found that the men with glasses had put me in front of the dresser instead. I looked at the exquisite mirror in front of me. The man in the mirror was me, and behind me was the pervert combing me. He brushed my hair slowly with gentle care. Holding out my hair and combing it at once, looking at my hair as if he were looking at his lover. I cried. This isn’t a pervert. This is a mentally ill person who should’ve been long locked up!, right? Mom, please save me from this psychopath!

After a while of brushing my hair the man with glasses finally tied my hair in a red ribbon, then picked up an eyebrow pencil and put it close to my face. I don’t want to wear makeup and I never would. I’m not a hypocrite. I always went by what I would say but in this situation it seems I couldn’t do anything but sit around. I was purely helpless. And no matter how much I was fuming inside, my face could only wear an expression of blankness. It wasn’t until the man finally finished that he was satisfied.

He put me back down, let his head rest on my lap and hugged my waist. There was almost no space for me to move my legs. 

“Let’s take a nap shall we?” He said I could only muster an empty face void of any emotion and looked at the ceiling speechless refusing to speak feeling my eyes slowly fade and whisk themselves to sleep.

***

A series of five days had passed, fortunately he didn’t touch me the most he had done was coming to eat with me every morning afterwards washing my face and combing my hair along with applying makeup to my face, when he was finished he would end it all with a hug afterwards leaving me inside the antique room, when noon rolled around he came back to eat alongside me, then he’d take a nap with me for around two hours, leaving me again when I eventually woke up, usually coming back during the evening’s, one time he tried to bath me but I had insisted that i’d do it without the help of him or his guidance.

When I finished showering, he would watch TV with me for a while and then head back to his room, This was our usual everyday routine a repeat of tomorrows, strangely enough however I felt as though I had started accepting and adapting well to my new life here

Nowadays the pervert seems to be more and more occupied with whatever he’s doing in the outside world, and he almost never has much time to tend to me anymore. Of course I don’t miss that pervert, it’s just less lonelier when he’s not busy all the time, furthermore I’ve lost weight

Today after dinner, he abruptly left, telling me that he had been very busy recently. I had no idea what he was up to these days nor of his occupation. I don’t know if anything big would happen soon or if I would be rescued out of here. So to ease my boredom I decided to shower to comfort myself. While I was washing myself though, there was a noise in the corridor outside. At this time, the door of the bathroom was opened, and a man covered in blood broke in with a gun in his hand. I felt dizzy. Could he have come here to assassinate me?

“Do puppets ever take baths? this one looks really realistic.” The man muttered.

I wondered if the man thought I was a doll because of my pale skin and longer hair. At this time, the door of the room was opened. The man closed the door and jumped into the brass carrying me to him. Then he stiffened: “You’re no puppet, you’re a human being!”

“When was I ever anything but a human!” I looked up at him.

The man didn’t say anything, but I could feel his hand touching my chest. I was stunned but I didn’t dare say anything

“My dear, are you all right!” There was the pervert’s voice outside. I quickly put the man’s head into the tub of water hiding him. Then I felt the perverts hard object against my waist. Well, I didn’t like the situation I was currently in very much. But now wasn’t the time to make jokes

“What’s wrong?” I looked at his bleeding hand, the injuries were fresh. I wondered if the pervert was somehow affiliated with the man, could the the man have been a killer?

“It’s good that my dear is fine. I’ll come to see you later. Just scream if you see any suspicious people alright?” I figured by now he was very perverted but a gentle man.

I grabbed his hand happily laying on my chest: “I’m not a woman. I won’t scream!”

The pervert withdrew his hand: “Good boy, I’ll come over and deal with the wound later. Someones been sent outside. Don’t get scared!” Then the pervert did something unexpected he kissed my cheeks

I washed the cheeks he kissed just now with water. Doing it with my saliva would be unsanitary. Is it?

1. Originally I thought he had no family which was why he didn’t know his blood type however I later took notice that this was indeed not the case when he mentioned his uncle and mother so I’m not very sure original text is “ 血型，难说。”

2. The original text was either a humorous slang for an old pedophilic man a mongoose or a man with unacceptable sexual habits orr a pun matching with a pyschopath I’m hoping that it’s the 3rd or 2nd option (although I think it’s highly unlikely given the context) because I don’t think people would like an implied pedophile as the ML 

3. You could also call him Yi Sung-seok as I found thats an alternative version of his name

This is irrelevant to the story but since this book didn’t have a cover or any that I knew of I created my own for it since I had a bit of experience in those fields before I sincerely apologize if the characters in the covers don’t look the same as mentioned in the book they where the closest I could find matching the characters  I also apologize if this isn’t the best translation this is my first time translating (I use MTL and have no understanding d mandarin or Chinese XD) but I am very passionate and I want others to enjoy the book like me without the use of language barriers and such I hope you enjoy