The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 76

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Chapter 76
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Larva Headquarters.
Inside the headquarters, which had been tidied up for the first time in ages, a subtle tension lingered in the air.
Last night.
The master, who had sworn to confess the truth to Anette, had not returned that evening.
“…If he still hasn’t come back, doesn’t that mean he got dumped?”
“Surely Anette didn’t look at the master with ‘that expression’.”
“‘That expression’? What kind of expression is that?!”
“You know—that look women give us! The moment I see that gaze, I shrivel up inside.”
The one-eyed Larva, who had been listening quietly, spoke up.
“Women don’t give the master that kind of expression and gaze.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s ‘handsome.'”
The one-eyed Larva calmly held up a mirror to one of the grotesquely ugly Larvas.
“Gaaaaahhh?!”
Larva, who had scrubbed the floor nineteen times two days ago, shrieked in absolute shock upon seeing his reflection.
And moments later.
He clutched his chest in relief.
“…I thought I was a monster. Thank goodness I’m not.”
“…”
“…”
The Larvas nodded in agreement. Now the one-eyed Larva’s words made perfect sense.
Just then, the door opened and Kyle, the master of the Larvas, appeared.
Everyone’s attention snapped toward their master.
They had countless questions to ask, but they could only exchange nervous glances.
Kyle brushed off his clothes with a few pats and sank deeply into the sofa.
“…”
This is really overwhelming.
Kyle felt as though thirty owls with eyes the size of saucers were staring at him (though the one-eyed one was only half as intimidating).
Kyle stroked his lips, then made a brief announcement.
“I proposed to her.”
In that instant, the headquarters erupted with cheers so loud it shook the walls.
“Yaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Wahhh! Really, Master?!”
Some of the Larvas embraced each other with expressions of “Finally, finally!” as tears streamed down their faces.
For six months, their clumsy master had bought new chocolates and fresh flowers every single day, and now he had actually gone through with a proposal.
“I confessed everything to her and begged her forgiveness. And she, as expected…”
Kyle’s cheeks flushed as he thought of Anette.
“Forgave me like an angel.”
Larva, who had wiped the floor nineteen times after being startled by the mirror earlier, blinked slowly in thought.
‘I’m forgiven, and now I’m just going to blurt out a proposal?’
―Can that even work?
He asked while performing an expression.
“Tell me, would Anette ever make a face like this?”
At that contemptuous expression and gaze, Kyle responded as if bewildered.
“Not at all.”
―So it can work.
Larva, wounded by an unjust world and having wiped the floor nineteen times (hereafter, Nineteen), collapsed into a seat with a heavy thud.
Then, the one-eyed observer spoke.
“How did Anette react?”
“Well, I only asked for a chance. Winning her heart from here on out is my responsibility.”
The one-eyed observer’s expression brightened.
“She seemed to need time to accept it.”
―That was quite a good choice.
“You did well. I’m sure you’ll succeed in winning Anette’s heart! As long as there’s no ‘interference.'”
The one-eyed observer thought to himself.
Kyle had confessed his feelings sincerely, and he was an excellent and admirable man, so unless something unexpected happened, Anette would surely fall in love.
The burly one, crunching on pastries, spoke up.
“What interference? If anyone shows up, we just kill them all.”
Indeed, that was fair.
Everyone’s expression showed agreement with that opinion.
It was at that very moment. A small messenger squirrel arrived at Larva Headquarters.
Kyle’s pupils trembled slightly the moment he confirmed the letter.
“…She sent me a letter.”
“Eh?!”
“Yaaaaaay!!! Our master’s getting married!!”
As the Larva made an even louder commotion in their excitement, Kyle wiped the corner of his mouth and commanded.
“Everyone, calm down. It’s just a letter.”
―Yet Kyle’s neck had flushed red all the way up.
To receive a letter from her.
When he tried to open it, his hands trembled so much because it felt so precious.
Then, one of the Larva gathered courage and took the letter, offering to read it instead, and Kyle thought that might be better and handed it over (they all looked like they were dying of curiosity anyway).
It was Nineteen who received the letter.
“To Kyle.”
He read it out clearly, preserving the girl’s sensibility.
“Did you sleep well last night? I slept real good, yessir.”
“…!”
“…!”
The Larva immediately drove out the “dialect Anette” with violence and handed the letter to the burly one instead.
He bared his gold teeth with a grin and read through the letter word by word.
“I am writing because I have a request.”
It was Anette’s rough voice, but it was worth listening to.
“Please withdraw the Larva units surrounding the Small Bakery. Knowing they are watching the area makes it difficult for me to feel at ease as I once did. I ask this of you.”
The contents were remarkably calm. It was not the thrilling message they had anticipated.
Kyle, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth.
“Do as she requests at once.”
“Yes, Master.”
In any case, over the past ten years, no pursuit team had ever approached the vicinity of the Small Bakery.
Not a single assassin had dared set foot on Bayonere Island.
To reach Bayonere, one had to penetrate multiple layers of meticulous security, and most of them were discovered as corpses on the Continent.
So he believed this withdrawal was safe enough.
Besides, he himself was on this Island. Had he been far away, he could not have granted her request even if she asked.
“That’s all?”
Number 19 asked with a slightly disappointed expression. The other Larva units felt the same.
The bulky one scratched his stubbled chin, then said with an “Ah!” expression.
“There’s one more line at the end here.”
“What is it? What!”
“Tell me right now. Speak to me!”
Just as all the Larva units were concentrating, the bulky one declared firmly.
“That’s all!”
Thud.
“….”
“….”
This bastard was completely insane.
Just as the Larva units were about to resort to violence again, the one-eyed one who saw the back of the letter spoke.
“Wait, stop! There really is something more on the back.”
Murmuring filled the air. Everyone leaned forward like meerkats and gathered around the back of the letter.
The twist was on the back page.
“…!”
“…!”
The eyes of the Larva units who read the contents widened in shock.
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My fingertips burned. My tongue went dry.
Anette could say nothing as she looked at Sisrain, who had appeared after more than ten years.
‘Why is Sisrain here.’
In that moment, the article she had seen earlier flashed through her mind.
The article about how he had destroyed the Fris Empire to find her.
In an instant, like a bolt of lightning, Anette realized.
The happy ending was ruined.
The “obsessive madman” from the original story had grown up following the original trajectory, merely redirecting his obsession toward a different target.
―A girl he had parted ways with roughly ten years ago.
“…!”
Sensing danger, Anette struck away his hand gripping her waist and stumbled backward.
He gazed down at his hand, which had been struck rather sharply, then watched her fleeing form with what seemed like intrigue.
Thud―
Pushed by Anette, the party cake she had carefully prepared scattered across the floor.
It was a 【Parting Cake】.
A cake made as a memento to celebrate the happy ending and send off the protagonists.
“….”
Sisrain swiftly closed the distance in great strides as she retreated with hesitant steps, like a cornered rabbit.
His shoe brutally kicked the 【Parting Cake】 aside as he positioned himself beside her small ankle.
Crimson eyes looked down at her.
They were eyes utterly impossible to fathom—desolate and hollow.
“Anette is still so small.”
He seized the table blocking her escape route with forearms that seemed forged from muscle and iron, drawing his face closer.
“I am not.”
His voice was low and subdued. He was smiling.
Anette thought to herself.
‘Is this really Sisrain?’
He was utterly unfamiliar. The Sisrain she remembered was nothing like this.
She only remembered him as he had been when younger.
This massive man who had suddenly emerged was nothing but a stranger to her.
―Which was precisely why she could not utter a single word.
“Anette, do you remember?”
“….”
Sisrain leaned his large frame against her delicate shoulders, resting his forehead against her.
“When you left me behind… what expression was I wearing?”
“…!”
In that instant, memories from long ago flooded through Anette’s mind, mingling with the present.
“You two there. Where are you sneaking off to like rats in the middle of the night?”
Sisrain, trembling as he wrapped himself in blankets like a ghost.
“Most children are born with love. But sometimes, there are children who are nothing but the ‘excrement’ of lust.”
“Just like you two.”
The cruel words the two children had to endure together.
Yet in the end, at that final moment when she abandoned Sisrain and left―
“Anette―!”
“Sisrain, please stop! Go back! I’m begging you!!!”
How sorrowful that boy’s expression had been.
“Anette….”
All of it came flooding back.
Only then did the unfamiliar stranger before me become Sisrain—the one I had cherished.
Anette wrapped her arms around his shoulders with careful remorse.
And for the first time, she called out to him aloud.
“…Sis.”
With the same tenderness and affection as before.
At that, the beast-like Sisrain lifted his head.
His crimson eyes gleaming.
“You’re not going anywhere now.”
The man who had preyed upon her guilt scooped her up without hesitation, swallowing her whole.
“”…!!!”
Then he stole her away and departed.

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