The Fearless Chapter 8

The Nine-Eyed Reaper's bedroom wasn't as terrifying as I'd imagined—it was actually luxurious, tidy, and clean.

On a shelf by the bed, I spotted three special items: a red candle, a black rope, and a leather whip.

The Nine-Eyed Reaper saw my expression and looked at me warily.

"Well, well. I didn't realize you were so kinky. But I like it~"

I leaped and hugged the Nine-Eyed Reaper's head. To my surprise, his head detached, leaving me holding just his head while his body ran off.

"Geez, you're impossible. I'm not actually going to eat you."

I pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand, smiling wryly. Turns out the big boss was actually a pure innocent boy—just a little teasing and he couldn't handle it.

I'd wanted to use the Nine-Eyed Reaper's abs as a pillow, but now that his body ran away, I'd have to settle for using his head as a pillow.

[Literal headrest?]

[Using the mega boss's head as a pillow—you're unreal!]

[Girl, you're too wild! You turned a horror dungeon into a thirst trap. I'm speechless!]

[Can't even call her a tiger anymore. I'm a psycho and even I think she's psychotic!]