The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
「 The Crown Prince of Eldorado—Conquers the Fris Empire and seizes victory. Who is the ‘Anette’ he seeks? 」
My pupils trembled as I read the newspaper.
The headline reported the crown prince’s triumphant victory, but truthfully, his success came as no surprise.
The crown prince was an extraordinarily powerful ability user, after all.
What did astound me was that the reason for the war was merely to find a woman named Anette.
‘You’ve got to be kidding.’
The article read as follows:
The crown prince, who had never shown interest in warfare before, swept across the entire continent in a single stroke the moment he learned that the Fris Empire was harboring Anette.
Gulp.
I swallowed involuntarily.
Because…
That terrifying crown prince was searching for none other than me—Anette!
But below that was yet another headline, equally shocking.
「 The Next Mage Tower Master, Grand Duke Heinrich, Places a Bounty of 5.8 Trillion Gold on His Long-Lost Elder Sister. 」
“…This is insane.”
That amount was equivalent to a major empire’s annual budget.
“Who puts a national budget as a bounty…?”
Who else but Heinrich, that lunatic I raised as my younger brother when we were children.
But that wasn’t all. Below that, I discovered an even more absurd article.
「 The Information Broker of Death, Larva, Declares War on Delphi
“For touching the bakery, I will annihilate three bloodlines”
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Annihilate three bloodlines just for touching a bakery?
Just for touching a bakery…?
As the owner of that ‘bakery,’ I really wish I could stop this, Kyle.
These are literally just three people,
“They’ve all lost their minds….”
I was muttering in exasperation when the door suddenly burst open with a heavy crash.
The moment I spun around in shock, I could do nothing but freeze.
The man now serving as a replacement for the shattered door was approximately 190 centimeters tall, with shoulders so broad they completely filled the doorframe.
The rippling, muscular chest beneath his deep collarbone was impossible to ignore—a sight of remarkable definition.
‘Why is he shirtless again.’
Regardless of my bewilderment, he began walking toward me with the elegant movements of a predator.
Moonlight streaming at an angle illuminated his body with an almost surreal glow.
An armor-like chest and countless scars, a chiseled abdomen with muscles so defined they seemed carved in relief.
The atmosphere was raw and primal in its intensity.
The man who had drawn close enough to touch tilted my chin up gently with his long index finger.
“There you are, Anette.”
At last, beneath the moonlight, the man’s face was revealed.
Beneath hair as dark as a moonless night, eyes gleamed a vivid crimson—so startling they seemed to burn.
I whispered his name like a prayer torn from my throat.
“Sisrain….”
He was the crown prince of this nation—Sisrain.
The very man I’d glimpsed in the newspaper moments ago.
As if answering my call, Sisrain’s eyes widened and he smiled—a smile that radiated unmistakable madness. He whispered.
“I thought you’d gone mad missing me. Anette.”
Forgive me, but it seems Your Highness has already lost quite enough of your mind.
Click—
Metal sang against metal, and something cold clasped around my wrist. Shackles. Actual shackles.
“If you wish to escape now….”
His broad shoulders tilted toward me. I inhaled sharply, and the intoxicating scent of him flooded my senses.
“Then sever my wrist and flee.”
His cruel crimson eyes—now bound to me by the same chain—blazed with terrible intensity.
Thump, thump. My heart hammered wildly in that moment.
A sudden gust—
Wind swept through the chamber. I glanced toward the window and found a man perched upon the sill.
Bathed in cascading moonlight, his brilliant silver hair shimmered with ethereal beauty.
“…Heinrich?”
“Sister.”
He leaped gracefully inside. Those noble violet eyes—it had been so long since I’d seen them, yet they remained as beautiful as ever.
‘How did he find me?’
The last time I’d seen him, those beautiful eyes had been drowning in tears….
Now Heinrich’s gaze held something mature, refined. The delicate, playful hands I remembered had transformed into those of a man.
He approached like flowing water and embraced my waist as an eleven-year-old boy might, burying his face against the nape of my neck.
“I missed you.”
His fervent whisper pierced straight through my heart.
“…Why did you break your promise? You swore you wouldn’t leave me behind.”
Each word he spoke sent shivers cascading across my skin.
“Heinrich….”
Lifting his head, Heinrich gazed down at my cheek at an angle, his whisper brushing against my ear.
“Lies are wicked things.”
His long eyes, holding that violet gaze, curved with both innocence and cruelty.
“What punishment should I give a child who commits such wickedness?”
I stiffened. It was then that a damp voice rose from beneath me.
“Master.”
“Oh!”
Startled, I looked down to find a beautiful man kneeling on one knee at my feet.
‘When did you appear, Kyle?!’
The man with tousled chestnut hair and eyes like verdant forests wore slightly askew spectacles.
Kyle wasn’t someone I was seeing for the first time in a long while. To explain, he was more like someone who had always been hovering around me.
Kyle was none other than a regular customer at our bakery.
“Master, please.”
“…!”
Kyle, please be sure to say “bakery master” with the full title at the beginning. When you use such a drastic abbreviation, people get the wrong idea!
He grasped my ankle with his large, beautiful hands and pressed his lips to the top of my foot.
“Please stay by my side forever. I’m begging you, please.”
He whispered with long eyelashes cast down pitifully and reddened lips.
He looked infinitely obedient, like a gentle doe.
And yet, you are, you are…
‘The head of murderers for Larva, the information broker of death itself!’
I know full well you’re a terrifying person, no matter how obedient you pretend to be in front of me.
‘How is it that not a single one of these three is normal?’
I suddenly felt a wave of despair wash over me, and my lips twitched.
“Anette, from now until death, you cannot remove this shackle. No… you cannot remove it even after death.”
“Sister, you know? I love you. …Forever….”
“Please spend your entire life with me, Master.”
Surrounded by these three obsessive maniacs clinging to me, I gazed ahead with clouded eyes and thought.
‘How did all three of them end up so thoroughly mad?’
I began to worry about my future entangled with these obsessive maniacs, but truthfully, I needed to trace back to my past first.
The reason these three obsessive maniacs had become so desperate to devour me surely lay in the past.
So perhaps… the beginning of all these events started from that day.
That very day.
The day I first met Sisrain.
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On that night when everyone was asleep, I was lying in wait in the kitchen.
It had already been a week. I had been waiting with a fragrant cheese bread placed on the counter to meet Sisrain.
‘Huh? There it is!’
Slip—
Watching a small hand fumble around searching for the bread, I covered my mouth.
‘Finally appeared. …I’m so nervous.’
The tiny hand quickly hid away like a busy squirrel once it found the bread.
And shortly after, I heard the sound of bread being eaten with little ‘munch munch’ sounds from beyond the hidden counter.
‘So cute…!’
My heart pounded fiercely. This was finally the moment I would meet that boy for the first time.
Until now, he had been nothing but a character in a novel to me—the very embodiment of obsession, madness, and decadence, the ‘obsessive maniac.’ Of course, he would only be eleven years old right now.
‘I need to approach as quietly as possible.’
Even though he was still young, my opponent was already an awakened one of high rank who had unlocked his abilities, so his senses were sharp as a beast’s.
Munch munch.
When the eating sounds had drawn quite close, I carefully extended my body and revealed myself to the child.
“…Hey there, are you alright?”
“….”
At last, the boy lifted his head.
Jet-black hair matted like a chimney sweep’s brush, tangled beyond measure.
Hidden partially behind his bangs were eyes of the most striking crimson—fearful, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
His clothes and cheeks were smeared entirely with soot and grime.
There was no doubt.
This boy was Sisrain.
‘Ah, he’s far more….’
Truly, far more than I’d anticipated.
‘Far more adorable!!!’
I bit my lip hard to suppress the internal shriek threatening to escape.
Good heavens, like a filthy little wolf cub.
I carefully extended my hand, mindful not to startle him, and opened my mouth.
“My name is Anette. Let’s be close friends—”
“…!”
That was the moment. The boy spun around with the reflexive speed of a wary wild creature and darted into the cabinet beneath the counter.
“Wait! Just a moment!”
I immediately reached out, but being a child myself, my arms were too short.
‘Blast it.’
In that instant, the small beast slipped into a tiny opening in the cabinet and vanished from sight.
Where Sisrain had stood, only a piece of bread—barely nibbled at—lay scattered on the floor.
“…You didn’t even take the bread with you.”
I muttered, feeling oddly dejected. He must be so hungry.
It had already been three months since Sisrain awakened his abilities and shut himself away in the burrows beneath this mansion.
This estate, known as The Forest, was a place where children who awakened their abilities appeared from time to time.
Upon his awakening, Sisrain manifested traits of exceptionally acute hearing, sight, and smell….
From that moment onward, to escape the noise, the odors, and the terrifying things of the world, the boy had hidden himself within the burrows.
The mansion had originally been built upon the dwelling grounds of a smaller race, so emergency passages in the form of tunnels existed throughout.
‘Adults could never squeeze through.’
Moreover, even children who ventured in often became hopelessly lost in the labyrinthine passages.
Having hidden in such a place, no one had been able to find the boy.
A sigh escaped me unbidden.
“Emerging only at night to scavenge for food and survive like this.”
The conditions were far worse than I’d imagined.
What’s more, soon the Madam would set beast traps at the entrance, determined to catch this creature.
When that happened, he would suffer a severe injury to his ankle.
‘I have to save him.’
He must be so lonely and frightened—I couldn’t leave him alone like this any longer.
Seeing him with my own eyes only made my resolve all the more certain.
“Alright, let’s stay strong.”
But the very next day, Sisrain did not appear.
Even though I had prepared sausage that smelled particularly appetizing.
Not the day after that either.
Nor the day after that.
For days, I caught not a single glimpse of the boy.
A full week of watching my heart burn black with each passing hungry day.
‘Ah, finally!’
With such welcome relief, I spotted a small hand reaching tentatively for the oat bread.
The hand looked so delicate and sensitive, like a snail’s antenna, that this time I remained perfectly still and only opened my ears.
Fortunately, I heard the soft rustling of eating.
‘I mustn’t make a sound.’
Please, at least fill your belly before you go.
I waited silently, holding my breath, listening to him eat.
It felt like being a cat mom who secretly opens a can for a stray and anxiously watches it eat in hiding.
In the end, I missed my chance to speak that day. Yet the relief that the boy had eaten his fill brought peace to my heart.
For nearly a week after that, I waited while listening only to the sound of Sisrain eating.
I changed the menu every day.
Cheese bread, sausage, fruit, stew, salami, and more.
‘I need to get him to gain at least 10 grams.’
He was far too thin, like a stick. It was almost unbelievable that from this state, he would eventually grow to nearly 190 centimeters tall.
Then one day, I accidentally left a barley bread on the edge of the counter.
Fumble, fumble—
His hand, moving as usual to search for bread, hesitated slightly, as if confused.
“Heh.”
I laughed without thinking, then immediately startled myself. Thankfully, the boy did not run away.
I had no choice but to slowly reveal myself.
Even though I hadn’t spoken to him all this time, surely he knew I was here?
He would have smelled a human presence.
As expected, Sisrain did not flee at the sight of me. He only ate the bread more slowly than usual, in tiny bites.
Over the course of a week, the boy had grown even more gaunt, and my heart ached for him.
“….”
I approached the boy cautiously, like a giant standing beside something fragile and delicate.
Yet when I finally sat beside him, our heights were remarkably similar.
For a while, I said nothing and simply waited for him to finish eating.
The boy ate the bread silently, watching my expression despite his hunger, though he could not hide how his cheeks moved adorably as he chewed.
‘Oh my. My heart.’
At last, I carefully asked the boy a question.
“Hey, you’re Sisrain, aren’t you?”
“Don’t talk to me.”
The boy’s voice was hoarse from disuse, yet it possessed a captivating, ethereal beauty.
I blinked slowly before asking the belated question.
“…Why can’t I talk to you?”
“Because I’m filthy.”
Deep shadows fell across Sisrain’s crimson eyes.
“If you talk to me, you’ll become filthy too.”
“….”
Ah….
At Sisrain’s unexpected answer, my chest tightened with a sharp, aching pain.
What kind of things has this little one heard to say something like that?
He should be at an age where he knows nothing but happiness and carefree joy.
I should speak kindly to him.
“No, you’re not filthy at all. Someday you’ll become someone far more excellent and noble than anyone else.”
I looked at Sisrain and deliberately smiled brightly.
“That’s what I believe.”
“….”
Sisrain momentarily forgot about eating his bread and stared at me blankly.
Then his ears flushed red like ripened fruit.
‘Ah, what a pitiful and adorable child.’
This cute and lovable boy… will grow up to become that terrifying obsessive maniac?
I simply cannot believe it, author.
Isn’t this character corruption far too extreme?
When I think of adult Sisrain, it’s as if the child has rotted away entirely!
‘This is dangerous. Very dangerous.’
I suddenly realized the tremendous danger of the novel I had transmigrated into.
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The novel I transmigrated into was a dark BL genre,
titled “The Dogs of the Manor”
It was an extremely spicy novel packed with trigger elements: coercive sexual content, confinement, abduction, assault, and more.

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