[At this moment, my heart is utterly shattered.]
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[I loved you so much, so why did you do those things?]
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[You’ve changed.]
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[So, I can only purify you with my love.]
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[Don’t worry, I still have plenty of love to give.]
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[Accept my love.]
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[Young Master Mu’en.]
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“Phew… huff…”
Mu’en jolted awake from his nightmare, gasping for air like a fish stranded on the shore by the waves.
“Was I… dreaming again?”
“No, this was ‘that’ prophetic dream.”
“The person in the dream seemed clearer this time… who was it?”
“Who could it be?”
Mu’en shook his head, straining to remember. He felt like he was on the verge of uncovering the identity of the person in the dream who had subjected him to endless torment, but it always felt just out of reach, tantalizingly close yet impossible to grasp.
“Ugh, my head hurts.”
As Mu’en racked his brain, fragments of memory flooded his mind, accompanied by a searing pain in the back of his head.
“That’s right, what happened before…”
“I remember An tried to drug me.”
“But I caught her.”
“So… she resorted to force, knocked me out?”
The intense pain, coupled with the fragmented memories, made Mu’en break out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, he curled up, trying to struggle free.
‘Clang.’
The sharp sound of metal grinding against metal echoed as Mu’en’s attempt failed, only bringing more pain to his wrists and ankles.
“What’s this…?”
Mu’en looked to his sides.
Cold, unyielding shackles tightly bound his wrists and ankles, leaving him with barely any room to move. He was forced into a spread-eagle position, like Jesus on the cross.
Fortunately, whoever had imprisoned him had shown a shred of mercy, allowing him to sit fully on the ground instead of hanging, sparing him from constant punishment.
“But being imprisoned ‘is’ the punishment, okay!”
Mu’en yanked at the shackles, shouting angrily:
“Who did this? Let me go! Do you even know who I am?”
“My, my, Young Master, you’re awake.”
A familiar voice spoke up in front of Mu’en.
“I’m relieved to see you’re still so full of energy.”
“You… An?”
Mu’en looked up to see An, still dressed in her maid outfit, her demeanor as composed as ever. Instantly, the bitterness of betrayal and the anger of being imprisoned flooded his mind, making him struggle even more fiercely.
“Why are you doing this, An?”
“Why did you betray me? Why lock me up?”
“Were you brainwashed? Or are you secretly a spy planted in the Duke’s household?”
“Betrayal? Brainwashing? A spy?”
An looked at Mu’en, a hint of confusion in her eyes:
“What are you talking about, Young Master? How could I ever betray you? I’m your loyal maid, devoted to serving you.”
“Rubbish! What kind of loyal maid knocks out her master and locks him up?!”
“Didn’t I tell you before? It couldn’t be helped. If only you hadn’t been so clever and just drank the tea obediently, you wouldn’t be suffering like this.”
“And then get drugged and imprisoned by you?” Mu’en sneered.
“Well, the outcome would’ve been similar, but all that talk about betrayal, brainwashing, and spies is nonsense.”
“I’ve always been your maid, Young Master. Since the day I came into your service ten years ago when you were eight, I’ve existed solely for you.”
“Then why would you—?”
“Ah, you’ve forgotten what I said earlier.”
“What?”
“Right before I knocked you out…”
An suddenly knelt in front of Mu’en, her soft body pressing against his in an intimate embrace. A faint floral scent enveloped them, and the sensation was so overwhelming that Mu’en momentarily lost himself in it.
An leaned in close to Mu’en’s ear, her breath warm as she whispered:
“I said, everything I’ve done is to set you back on the right path.”
“The… right path?”
“Of course…”
‘Slick.’
An suddenly flicked her tongue, licking Mu’en’s cheek.
The unexpected sensation made Mu’en instinctively try to pull back, but with the shackles and the corner he was trapped in, there was nowhere to escape.
“The right path is to make you, Young Master, belong to me—completely and utterly, inside and out, from head to toe, from flesh to soul, every strand of hair, every drop of blood, every trace of scent… to me.” An’s cheeks flushed red, her voice soft and shy, like a young girl confessing her love.
But the meaning behind her words was anything but sweet.
“What—?”
Mu’en’s mind went blank.
The sheer overload of stimuli in those few minutes left him in a state of shock, unable to process anything.
Just then, the faint floral scent wafted into his nostrils again, jolting him back to reality.
But Mu’en wished he hadn’t regained his senses.
Because he finally recognized the smell.
“Why didn’t I realize it sooner?”
In the prophetic dream, the identity of the person who had tormented him—her voice, her appearance—had all been obscured for some reason.
Except for one thing that remained unchanged.
The mysterious floral scent that always surrounded her, its origin unknown.
And that scent… was identical to the one An was exuding now.
At this realization, Mu’en slowly turned to look at An, who was so close to him.
An, always the epitome of grace and composure, was now clinging tightly to Mu’en, greedily inhaling his scent. She occasionally licked his cheek or neck, her expression one of pure satisfaction, as if savoring a delicacy.
The sickly flush on her face hadn’t faded since earlier!
And now, Mu’en finally understood the emotion hidden deep in An’s eyes, an emotion she couldn’t fully conceal—it was a bottomless, all-consuming…
Possessiveness.
“So… this is it?”
“The truth behind the prophetic dream.”
“The maid who’s been by my side all this time, An… is a yandere?”
Putting it all together, Mu’en felt his teeth chattering.
Sure, many people enjoyed yandere tropes in novels or anime, but there’s a world of difference between watching it and actually being targeted by one.
Especially this kind of extreme yandere, who knocks you out and imprisons you without a second thought. That’s ‘seriously’ life-threatening! Makoto’s head is still floating around as a reminder!
“No way, this can’t be!”
“Shouldn’t this kind of yandere plotline happen to the protagonist?!”
“Why me? I’m just a minor villain! What did I do to deserve this?!”
“Where’s the protagonist? Someone, save me!”
