The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133
With a soft thud, he descended from the carriage window, his gaze never leaving Anette as she wept.
Above his sharp, keen eyes, his masculine brows lifted slightly—a sign of his displeasure.
The sight of her crying with that pale face stirred something in him in the most peculiar way.
“Get up.”
Don’t cry alone, so beautifully, so pitifully.
My Anette.
“Sisrain.”
He pulled her up and drew her forcefully into his embrace.
She lifted her head weakly. Sisrain gazed intently at her small face nestled against his chest as though he might devour it, then raised one of his large hands.
With his thumb, he wiped away her tears.
“I can’t bear to see you cry either.”
“…”
“What bastard made you shed tears?”
Forcing you to cry alone in hiding.
Anette pressed her small, crimson lips together.
Sisrain had thought of those lips all day long.
After tasting them once and swallowing twice, he craved them like an addict—those lips haunted him.
He felt desperate enough to shower kisses upon her tear-stained face, but that would be contemptible.
There had already been enough contempt.
“You won’t answer.”
“…It’s nothing.”
“Whoever dared to make tears fall from your eyes—I’ll find them and kill them on the spot.”
“…!!!”
Anette shook her head vigorously.
“No, I’m fine! Sisrain.”
Watching her reaction, Sisrain’s lips twisted into a smile.
“It’s Heinrich.”
“…!”
Her face screamed, ‘How did you know?’
But it had been far too simple a puzzle to solve.
Someone who cried out of frustration yet felt such a strong desire to protect the other person—someone capable of such affection.
Among such people, only one was uncontrolled enough to do something that would make Anette cry.
―It was Heinrich.
“I’m actually jealous. Jealous enough to want to make you cry all night long because of me.”
“…You really are insane. Usually people say they don’t want to make someone cry.”
Anette tried to step back hastily, but the attempt fell short.
Her attempt to flee even while crying was so endearing that he let out a low laugh and held her slender waist firmly, refusing to release her from his embrace.
Anette struggled for a moment before going limp against him.
His crimson eyes curved with delight as they gazed upon his beloved prey.
“Because she’s prettier than I expected.”
Her crying face.
A voice so devastatingly low whispered the words tenderly. Incongruously so.
Anette looked up at him and spoke firmly.
“This is between Heinrich and me, so don’t interfere.”
“….”
“Don’t get involved this time. …Heinrich is already suffering enough as it is.”
In Sisrain’s eyes, something twisted and persistently sinister flickered across his gaze.
Scrape—
He extended his arm and pulled a chair over. Once seated, he drew Anette toward him.
“…!”
He placed that small frame upon his lap, and Sisrain’s gaze remained fixed upon her, still held within his embrace.
His eyes were captivating. Like those of a lover coaxing his paramour into some amusing game in the depths of night.
“Then shall we discuss ‘our problem’?”
A flicker of confusion crossed Anette’s face.
“…’Our problem’?”
* * *
“What method would make them writhe in ecstasy…”
My enemies, that is.
Gerard twisted his lips as he pondered.
A way to reduce that woman to a state like his mother—breathing, yet lying motionless.
A way to keep her barely clinging to life while forcing her to surrender the power of Exordium to him.
[ I can feel the power of Exordium growing stronger. That child will soon undergo ‘awakening’. ]
Gerard had little time remaining. He was drawing upon Venenum’s power at the cost of his own life force, having fully unleashed his abilities.
The fiercer the flame, the faster the kindling is consumed—such was the natural order.
Gerard clenched and unclenched his gloved hand slowly, searching for a viable solution.
Then Avilos spoke.
“What if you employed sorcerous power, sir?”
“Fool!”
Gerard reacted sharply.
“Now is the time to conserve our strength. Using sorcerous power merely to fell one frail woman carries far too great a risk.”
Sorcerous power had proven devastatingly costly when it failed. He touched his mask painfully.
Within it lay the hideous traces of that ‘failure’.
It was best to preserve his strength until ‘that day’.
That day—when he would turn back time and sever the neck of Sisrain, the root of all his suffering.
Until then, he had no choice but to conserve his sorcerous power meticulously, using it only where absolutely necessary.
Then Avilos spoke again.
“…There is a viable method, sir. What of ‘paralytic poison’?”
“…’Paralytic poison’?”
Gerard clicked his tongue.
“Using a poison that leaves traces is far too risky.”
After all, I’m currently under investigation by the Grand Temple for suspicious involvement.
If I couldn’t dispose of that woman discreetly and left evidence behind, my already-tarnished reputation would be beyond recovery.
From Gerard’s perspective—a man who dreamed of becoming Emperor while needing to maintain his position in Eldorado—poison was simply too much of a liability.
Avilos’s narrow eyes curved slightly upward.
“What I recommend is the only poison that leaves ‘no traces.'”
“….”
The crimson eyes behind the white mask gleamed with interest.
“A poison that leaves no traces?”
That would be perfect.
Especially a ‘paralysis poison.’ She would collapse completely intact, without losing her life—exactly as he had carefully arranged for his own mother.
Just like her.
“Yes, Your Highness. I’ve heard it was created by the Grand Mages of the Mage Tower during their power struggles over interests.”
“….”
“Shall I prepare it?”
The Grand Mages of the Mage Tower enjoyed high status and authority, but once they suffered from scandalous rumors or their misdeeds were exposed, their qualifications were permanently revoked.
So there was credibility to the claim that they had created such a discreet poison.
“Prepare it tonight itself.”
“Yes.”
That night.
A visitor arrived discreetly at Gerard’s Separate Palace, their identity concealed beneath a dark robe pulled low.
But Gerard already knew the visitor’s name. He smiled and spoke.
“Welcome, Grand Duke Valentigo.”
The visitor pushed back the hood of the robe that had hidden their face, revealing themselves.
Silver hair cascaded down.
Beneath it, violet eyes curved with a sinister gleam.
* * *
‘Our problem,’ he said.
What problem could exist between us?
—Now that I thought about it, Sisrain and I had been through quite a lot recently. First, that strange kiss.
But it wasn’t exactly something I could bring up out loud.
The ‘problem between us’ that Sisrain had pointed out was beyond my expectations.
“How much longer will she torment me like this?”
“…?!”
We had a problem like that between us?
Sisrain’s eyes narrowed as he watched Anette’s bewildered expression.
“Don’t tell me you’re still maintaining that attitude of ‘I reject your proposal.'”
“Huh?”
“After you stole my lips.”
What? Who stole what from whom?
Anette’s face flushed a deep crimson. Delighted by her reaction, the man let the words tumble out.
“You started it. The kiss.”
“…!”
Anette jumped as though placed on a hot griddle, her words tumbling out.
“I didn’t do it on purpose. That was just… because you were hurt, Sisrain… like artificial respiration or treatment.”
Sisrain tilted his head slightly and brought his warm lips to hers.
His Adam’s apple moved slowly. They merely mingled their breath, sharing no deep kiss.
It was an exquisite kiss—lips touching only lips.
“Is this not a kiss?”
“…This is….”
Anette’s eyelids lowered. Her slender, pale neck trembled with surprised breath, and his crimson, piercing gaze fell upon it.
The fluttering pulse of her racing heart and the deepening of her neckline as she breathed in gasps ignited a thirst within him.
He pressed into the delicate skin where her pulse quickened.
Imprinting the searing sensation, he whispered with captivating allure.
“―How about this.”
“…!!!”
Anette barely steadied herself against his shoulder as she spoke.
“Sisrain, yes. It was a kiss.”
“Then it’s simple.”
The man who had seized her surrender lifted his head and reclined leisurely against the chair’s backrest.
“You’ve taken my heart, stolen my affection, and claimed my very body.”
“…?!”
“I must take responsibility.”
Did I… steal so much from him without even realizing it?
Anette’s eyes blinked rapidly.
“You’re telling me to take responsibility just because we kissed once!”
Sisrain, with an audacious expression, pressed his hand to his chest and spoke without batting an eye.
“How could you wound an innocent man so deeply? It was my first kiss.”
He was far too skilled for it to be his first kiss, Sisrain.
And innocent? When he was behaving so smoothly and cunningly even now.
This was truly a moment when I wanted to lodge a protest.
Anette challenged him pointedly.
“And when did I ever claim your body?”
“Why, is it not enough.”
He rested his elbow on the armrest and leaned his chin against it slightly, gazing at Anette.
Then, with an expressionless face, he spoke.
“Should I stay the night.”

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