The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 128

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Chapter 128
It was at that precise moment when Sisrain’s pupils, which had been wavering like a child’s, suddenly sharpened into focus.
For an instant, his face seemed to flush with color.
“Go.”
‘…What?’
Wasn’t he just telling me not to leave?
With tears still clinging to my lashes (and nearly a runny nose to boot), I hung a massive question mark above my head.
‘Don’t go, but go?’
It was as impossible a mission as making a croissant while delivering a sausage bread as the finished product.
Bewildered by what was happening, Sisrain covered his face with his large hand and murmured.
“Damn it, don’t look at me like this… Go.”
He averted his gaze from mine.
“Anette. Now.”
Yet his hand still refused to release my collar.
In that moment, I understood.
‘Ah, so he regains his senses in brief moments.’
Ashamed of himself, yet seemingly afflicted by some inexplicable illness (there was no other way to describe it), his consciousness appeared to ‘slip away’ on the very day I had departed.
Realizing he had clung to me in tears, he covered his face with his large hand, his neck flushed crimson.
He seemed aware of what he was doing.
“Damn it. I feel like I’m burning up.”
Then, he suddenly tore the shirt he’d been wearing and cast it aside.
“…!!!”
‘Don’t suddenly show off your muscular body like that.’
Don’t catch this illness so shamelessly, Sis.
As expected, the attendants I’d been worried about gasped in surprise and turned away.
Seeing his broad chest and muscular forearms before me, my face flushed despite the situation being far from appropriate.
He looked like a ferocious beast thrashing about. Yet in the next moment, his expression changed, and he seized my ankle.
As if he would die if I left.
“…”
‘His body temperature is incredibly high.’
I could understand why he’d torn off his clothes from the heat.
I took a long, deep breath and slowly informed those around me.
“Owen, please withdraw everyone. I’ll handle this somehow.”
“…Yes, Your Grace.”
Owen dismissed the attendants, closed the door, and left.
He likely judged, as I had, that letting his subordinates witness this for too long would be detrimental.
“…Lift your head. Sis.”
I whispered, cradling both his cheeks in my hands.
Sisrain lifted his head, breathing heavily.
Beneath his reddened eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks without resistance.
In this moment, I seemed to be drowning once more in the memories of the past. I could tell just by looking at his expression.
“Lean on me. Can you do that?”
I spoke gently, guiding his trembling head to bury itself deeply against my shoulder.
Irregular breathing sounds came from my shoulder, and this man—who seemed as though he would never know tears or collapse in his entire life—leaned against me without resistance, like an injured beast.
“It’s alright.”
I slowly stroked his damp hair, tenderly, as if trying to soothe him as much as possible.
Yet even as I did, I had no answer for how to cure this ‘madness’ of his.
‘Could it be…?’
I turned over Sisrain’s words in my mind and came to a difficult decision.
I lifted his head to meet his eyes directly, then spoke with as much conviction as I could muster.
“I’ll kiss you.”
He had said that the deeper the physical contact, the less the pain. Perhaps…
“…”
His sharp eyes gazed at me with an unreadable expression.
“You never know. It might help.”
“…”
“…I really will!”
It seemed that merely holding him wasn’t enough to calm him.
So this was…
‘Like artificial respiration.’
Tell me if you don’t want to, Sisrain.
Anette closed her eyes (though Sisrain did not), and slowly approached, cradling his cheeks in her hands.
As she gazed down at his innocent face drawing near with tension, his eyelids descended slowly.
And then—
Soft lips met mine.
Along with a slight tingle in my heart came a ticklish sensation.
Anette’s pulse began to race.
“…”
“…”
His eyes slowly closed.
While their lips remained connected, the corner of his mouth curved upward slightly.
Having accomplished just that much, Anette pulled her lips away as though she had accomplished something monumental.
Then, rolling her jade-green eyes, she asked.
“Now… are you alright?”
Sisrain slowly opened his eyes and gazed at her.
Thank goodness he regained some clarity, even if only for a moment.
I nearly missed my chance.
“It’s not enough.”
His large hand cradled her cheek, and his warm thumb gently caressed her flushed earlobe.
Then, in one swift motion, he drew her close and whispered against her lips.
“―For quite some time.”
His lips curved into a subtle smile as he consumed her in one breath, savoring the softness of her.
Anette’s breath hitched in surprise. Sisrain swallowed every gasp she made, then lifted her effortlessly and settled her onto his lap.
Thump, thump.
Their hearts collided relentlessly against each other. An indescribable exhilaration raked across her entire body.
Overwhelmed by his skilled and seamless kiss, she lost all strength and could no longer hold her head up.
“….”
It felt as though a violent current had swept over her, drowning her entire being.
Anette’s face flushed crimson.
* * *
‘Why is there no word?’
By now, the Imperial Palace should have been thrown into chaos.
Gerard stared at the empty bottles he’d claimed were “toasts,” his gaze turning anxiously toward the window.
The Black Snake slithered sinuously in an S-curve across the Reception Room, creeping up the pillar. The goddess statue’s eyes were shrouded in darkness.
“…Something feels off.”
The excitement that had buoyed him had long since faded.
The night pressed down, suffocatingly deep.
Gerard lit cigarette after cigarette and drank several more glasses of strong liquor before finally summoning an attendant.
“Investigate what’s happening at the Imperial Palace!”
“Yes, sir!”
It was strange. If the Crown Prince were truly experiencing Crevasse’s torment again, all of Eldorado should have been in upheaval by now, chaotic and clamorous.
That ‘monster of Crevasse’ might have gone berserk, completely lost his mind, and slaughtered everyone in the Imperial Palace.
But it wouldn’t last long.
Unable to endure the pain, his body would give out and death would claim him soon enough.
He had dreamed of such a beautiful night….
But the report from the returning aide was utterly shocking.
“The Imperial Palace is quiet. Everything is as usual.”
“…!!!”
Gerard’s patience shattered as he shot to his feet.
His eyes blazed as he shouted loudly.
“Venenum! Didn’t you say it had begun?”
[ It began long ago. He’s already experiencing the curse. Moreover, his pain resonates with me… Ah, how delightful. ]
Then, as if realizing something, the Black Snake slithered smoothly from the goddess’s eyes up to the very top of her head and laughed.
An unpleasant, damp laughter echoed through the space.
[ The curse has just been lifted, you see? Poor human contractor, how unfortunate for you. ]
“…?!”
[ Another sorcerer’s power interfered with the curse. That sorcerous force ‘completed’ Sisrain’s ability, rendering your curse powerless. ]
“What…?”
[ How unfortunate. You alone are left to perish! Kekekeke~! ]
Venenum, the hedonistic “curse-bearer” who delighted even in the suffering of those bound to him, laughed with genuine pleasure.
Gerard’s scream tore from his throat, low and anguished. The price of a failed incantation was horrific.
The back of his hand, where veins had writhed in agony, was now charred black—the backlash from attempting such advanced sorcery.
Gerard hunched forward, trembling as he shielded his left eye with his blackened hand, then caught sight of himself in the mirror.
One half of his face bore a grotesque, twisted mark.
His eyelashes had burned away, leaving his eye hollow and distorted with disbelief.
“…Hah!”
Then, from the depths of his core, anguish erupted.
“Aaaaaaaagh!”
The man who had lost everything right before his grasp let out a desperate, wailing scream.
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‘I need to stop.’
This had gone far beyond mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Unlike the uninhibited kiss, his hands—stroking my cheeks, neck, and back—were impossibly tender.
His embrace was warm enough to make me want to sink into it, and this kiss was brimming with love.
Sisrain seemed to read everything about me.
When my breath caught, the tempo of the kiss would slow, and whenever a small gap appeared—
his fingertips would slip into that space, softening instinctively before intertwining with a heat so intense it tingled.
If it was like this…
‘I wouldn’t mind doing this all night…’
The unbidden thought startled me back to reality.
A red warning light blazed in my mind.
The timing was exquisite—his lips parted at that very moment, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
“….”
“….”
Anette exhaled, her face flushed, barely able to open her eyes.
Sisrain gazed at her with affection, then smiled, his teeth flashing briefly.
He brushed her long golden hair back with his large hand.
It was then that I realized the pain that had been tormenting me so fiercely had vanished.
Anette’s eyes widened.
“…Huh?”
As if she’d made a curious discovery, she pointed at him with a weakened hand, her lips—swollen and rosy from the long kiss—parting slightly.
“Sisrain, look at your hand.”
Sisrain glanced down at his hand, and his dark brows lifted slightly.
“…?”
It was a sight I had never seen before.

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