The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 158

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Side Story: Kyle and Marriage (9)
He brought a trembling hand to his temple in disbelief.
‘It’s gone. The severe headaches that plagued me my entire life….’
I watched him quietly.
Not long after marrying Kyle, Anette’s Father called me aside and told me something.
“Kyle has actually been suffering from constant headaches. When he was swallowed by a demon beast and survived, drifting into The Forest… as you know, my son was afflicted with amnesia.”
He didn’t even know where he came from.
That squirrel boy.
I knew that much already.
“After I brought my son from The Forest, he underwent magical treatment to recover his memories. That’s when he was told he had to choose between two sets of memories. …Otherwise, the collision of the two memory waves would cause him perpetual, severe headaches.”
Then naturally, he should have chosen his family memories.
Wouldn’t it have been better to select his original memories and forget The Forest?
“But that little millet grain of a boy refused to erase his memories. He said he didn’t care if he suffered headaches for the rest of his life. …As long as he could remember you.”
“….”
“And he was just a child back then.”
In Anette’s Father’s eyes, a glimmer of pity and affection for his son flickered across.
“My son loves you very much. In fact, there’s nothing else he cares about.”
Anette’s Father winked playfully, his face breaking into that characteristic dimpled smile.
“He’s truly a good boy, so I’m counting on you, Anette.”
After that, I began observing Kyle intently.
His perpetually gentle expression, his soft demeanor without a hint of irritation, the gentlemanly way he treated everyone.
‘Kindness surely must drain one’s stamina.’
How could he maintain such composure while constantly suffering from headaches?
Only when he occasionally showed coldness and irritation toward others did I finally believe Anette’s Father’s words.
Kyle had asked me to keep it secret, and Anette’s Father had earnestly insisted, so I continued to pretend ignorance… but I couldn’t help but worry.
I knew he suffered alone on days when his headaches were severe.
Because of my promise with Anette’s Father, I couldn’t pretend to know and care for him, yet I couldn’t ignore his solitary suffering either.
Days filled with worry and anxiety continued.
From that point on, I began searching desperately.
For a way to cure Kyle.
“People who underwent magical treatment for amnesia suffer from headaches because ‘two memory waves’ collide with each other. And this spirit that Shasha summoned… harmonizes all waves with its wing beats.”
I pointed to the spirit slowly fluttering against Kyle’s chest. He seemed fascinated, gently touching it.
“Containing a spirit… in such a vessel is something I’ve never seen before. I’ve heard spirits are too delicate to handle.”
He was right. In this world, spirits were fragile, fleeting beings that either quickly dissipated or shattered in an instant.
But I had a solution.
“That’s why I used the power of my buff on the spirit and created a special vessel to contain it. I made it by coating special minerals with magical power and tempering them.”
Nothing like this existed in the world. Until now, no one had even attempted to create such a thing.
No one had dared to try.
But I needed it.
“Then… is that why you’ve been visiting the Academy so frequently, Anette.”
“That’s right.”
He gazed at me with trembling eyes. His full lips quivered slightly as he bit them, then released.
Soon his gaze fell downward, as if suppressing his emotions.
“And I didn’t even know…”
With a large hand, he covered his eyes and murmured in a wavering voice.
“I was truly a fool.”
A smile bloomed across my face unbidden. A fool indeed—a boy willing to endure such suffering merely to remember a girl who had given him a mask. How foolish.
And even as an adult, he had never wielded it as proof of love or spoken of it.
For fear I might worry.
A man consumed only by thoughts of me. Looking back, there had never been any choice but Kyle from the very beginning.
What would it feel like when the headaches that had plagued me my entire life finally vanished?
Wouldn’t it be disorienting, like shackles that had always bound me suddenly coming loose? Like that expression he had shown me just moments ago…
I wanted to see it again.
“Lift your head, Kyle.”
As I carefully cradled his jaw, I felt something warm and wet against my fingertips.
When I brushed away the hand that had been covering his eyes, his eye rims were flushed red. A teardrop clinging to his long lashes traced down his cheek as he looked at me.
He was crying with an unguarded face.
It was a strange feeling.
I love you…
I wanted to say it right now, that I love you.
“I love you, Anette.”
But he was always faster.
Kyle’s large hand touched my cheek. His emerald eyes were filled entirely with me.
Then he brought his lips to mine. His hand moved gently from my cheek to the back of my head, drawing me closer, and I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and accepted him.
It was a kiss overflowing with emotion. As if this moment would never come again, as if he would die the instant he let me go—he kissed me with such desperation.
“Haah.”
Each time our lips parted to catch our breath, he whispered my name like a sigh.
His well-defined nose brushed against my flushed cheeks, my neck, my ears as he kissed me.
Thick and infinitely soft. Yet burning hot. My heart raced with every touch of his lips.
My mind grew hazy and electric with sensation.
“Yesterday too…”
I half-opened my eyes as if lost in a dreamy haze, cradling his cheek as he kissed the hollow of my collarbone.
“Did you dream of me?”
Instead of a confession of love, I wanted to ask something playful.
He obediently kissed my palm. He was just like a large puppy.
“…Yes.”
At his docile answer, I seized his jaw. His lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth.
“What were we doing in our dream?”
“…”
His eyes shifted in a peculiar way.
His emerald eyes darkened, and he narrowed his reddened eyes as he slowly traced over me.
Wherever his gaze touched, a shiver ran through me.
How did he transform so instantly? It was miraculous every single time I experienced it.
“Shall I show you directly?”
His voice was husky.
The realization that I’d made a dangerous provocation came too late.
Before I could even respond, large hands seized me and pressed me deep into the sofa.
My vision spun, and somehow my breath caught.
This was not the man who had been so docile moments ago—his eyes burned with intensity. He was unhurried. With delicate fingertips, he caressed my exposed skin with tantalizing precision.
Brushing across my tense ears, my cheeks, my lips—he descended slowly toward my chest.
“K-Kyle…”
He gazed down at me with a mischievous curve to his cool lips.
“You asked.”
What we had done in the dream.
He leaned closer, whispering against me. Each time his warm lips grazed my ear, my heart thundered wildly.
“Now I’m going to show you.”
I held my breath.
He had clearly done something terribly wicked to me.

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