The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 250

Pession knelt down to match my eye level. He reached out toward me, then couldn’t bring himself to touch even my fingertips, clenching his fist instead. It looked pitiful.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…….”

Behind him, I could see the wreckage of shattered buildings and a field of completely destroyed monster corpses. Watching him apologize helplessly in front of all that left me with nothing to say.

‘Was Pession always this strong?’

I knew he was strong, but still.

Even when we were kids, he was praised as a genius with incredible talent for handling aura, so I’d vaguely thought, ‘Of course he’s good at fighting.’

But seeing monsters get swept away in piles with a single swing of his sword right in front of me made me feel strange.

Where did my young, innocent Pession—the one I thought I needed to protect like a little deer—go?

“I should’ve come sooner…….”

His pale cheeks stood out under the moonlight in the darkened city. His eyes were unusually red, too.

“I thought I was going to die.”

At my blunt words, Pession—who had been repeating apologies like a broken machine—fell silent. His wide eyes looked almost cute.

“But when I thought I was going to die, I missed you.”

“…….”

Pession’s lips trembled.

I waited calmly for an answer, but his mouth closed again, and only his red eyes, darkened by the night, stared at me seriously.

“So when you showed up, I thought I was dreaming.”

“It’s not a dream.”

“Yeah. It’s not.”

I took Pession’s hand, the one he still didn’t know what to do with. If this warmth and touch were a dream… somehow, that wouldn’t be so bad. Why did I think that?

Pession looked down at me with a complicated expression, like he didn’t know what to say.

“You can’t die.”

“Yeah. I won’t.”

He still looked doubtful, so I added more, hoping he’d believe me.

“After everything I’ve survived, do you really think I’d die here? You can trust me.”

Pession looked at me with a face like a whimpering puppy.

When I smiled, his expression finally softened.

“You’re going to drive me crazy.”

His voice was low, almost like a sigh.

“Why me?”

“You keep playing with me.”

“When did I ever?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Why would I play with you? I’m too busy doting on you.”

When I ruffled his hair, he lowered his head like he wanted more. It was really, really cute.

“But earlier… did you really think of me?”

Earlier? Ah—when I thought I was going to die.

I nodded seriously while holding his gaze, and Pession’s face relaxed even more.

“Before anyone else?”

“I only thought of you.”

Was that really such a good thing?

Seeing Pession smile made me feel better too.

“Ah.”

I just tried to shift my position because it was uncomfortable, but pain shot through my wounds. Pession’s face instantly stiffened.

“I’m sorry, is it because of me?”

“No…….”

“Does it hurt a lot? What do I do—potion… I don’t have any potions right now. You’ve lost so much blood.”

Pession’s expression changed by the second. Watching him panic over my wounds, when he’d just smashed monsters to pieces without blinking, was honestly a little funny.

“Calm down first.”

“How can I calm down? Arell, you’re bleeding right now.”

“It’s fine. I won’t die from this.”

“How do you know? Humans are fragile. People die from holes smaller than that.”

“There’s no hole, so I won’t die. I’m fine. Once my mana recovers, I’ll use healing magic. That’s enough, right?”

“…Yeah.”

Only then did Pession finally calm down—though he still wouldn’t let me move.

“But how did you even get here?”

“I followed you.”

He looked at me like it was obvious.

“……?”

He followed me? Into a place this dangerous?

“Didn’t you see the letter I left saying I was going to look for my dad?”

“I did.”

“You saw it and still followed me?!”

Is he insane?

“Do you even know where this is?!”

“It’s Gairen.”

“It’s not just Gairen!”

“I was planning to come investigate anyway, so it’s fine.”

“What kind of country sends the crown prince on a mission this dangerous?! You just barged your way in because you insisted on coming, didn’t you?!”

It seemed I was right. Pession pressed his lips together, but his expression clearly said he thought he’d done nothing wrong. My head started to ache.

“You came even though you knew it was dangerous.”

“Well, of course. My dad is here…….”

“I came because you’re here, Arellin.”

His answer, like it was the most natural thing in the world, left me speechless.

What am I supposed to do with him?

“How is that the same thing?”

“It is to me.”

Pession tightly grabbed my hand. I flinched at the flash of sharp blue energy, but then he firmly warned me.

“Don’t ever think about leaving me behind again. No matter where you go, I’ll follow.”

“What?”

“Even if you go to hell, I’ll chase you to the end of it.”

“Do I owe you something? Is it really that bad?”

When I muttered in disbelief, Pession smiled gently, his eyes curving.

‘Does he think being pretty lets him get away with anything?’

When I glared at him, he pressed his cheek into my hand and drooped his eyes pitifully.

I knew—logically—that this was a cheap trick to look pathetic.
I knew it… but still…!

“Ugh.”

I lost.

If you’re pretty… maybe that really is everything…

 

 

 

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Originally, my plan was simple: now that Pession was here, we’d immediately go retrieve Luka from where I’d dumped him, then head straight back to the mage tower.

But—

“Not until your wounds are healed.”

Pession put his foot down, insisting we couldn’t move until I was treated, and that delayed us.

As soon as my mana recovered, I healed the worst wounds first. Only after he saw the bleeding stop did Pession finally allow me to move.

“I could carry you, you know.”

“We don’t know when monsters might show up.”

“Still……”

“You’re going to listen to me, right?”

He still looked dissatisfied, but Pession nodded.

We’d agreed that I wouldn’t kick him out as long as, except in emergencies, he listened to what I said. Seeing him like this almost reminded me a little of how he was when we were kids.

‘Maybe he hasn’t completely changed.’

Pession, who had been scanning our surroundings, turned his head—and our eyes met. Had I been staring too obviously?

Seeing Pession smile, I cleared my throat.

“If you’re going to look, you can just look properly.”

“Hm-hm. I wasn’t looking at you.”

“You weren’t?”

“Well… not exactly.”

No matter where he stood, he looked like a picture. I couldn’t help my eyes drifting over. When I kept staring, Pession smiled with his eyes, like he’d expected it.

“Other people aren’t allowed, but I’ll let you look as much as you want, Arell.”

I shouldn’t be feeling good about that.

“Why aren’t other people allowed?”

“Because it annoys me?”

“And I’m not annoyed when I look?”

“No. I actually want you to keep looking. All day, every day……”

“Wouldn’t you get sick of it?”

“Do you think you’d get sick of my face?”

At Pession’s question, I frowned and thought about it seriously.

“No. Probably not.”

Pession’s cheerful laughter rang out. Ever since he found me, he’d been smiling nonstop.

“So you can keep looking, Arell.”

“Okay.”

“And if you want to touch me, you can do that too.”

“Uh…….”

That sounded kind of indecent.

When my face flushed at the word “touch,” Pession tilted his head.

“What kind of imagination did you just have?”

“I didn’t imagine anything?!”

When I took a step back, Pession followed me, laughing.

“Why are you embarrassed? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong, but I’m not mentally prepared yet……!”

“Prepared for what?”

“There is something like that!”

It’s not that I hate it! It’s not that I hate it!

The earnest, anguished Pession from earlier was nowhere to be seen—only this bright-eyed Pession chasing after me remained.

“Why? You don’t like touching me?”

“No, why did the topic jump there?! Why are we suddenly talking about touching?!”

“But you touched me plenty earlier.”

“When did I touch you?!”

“My hand!”

“Ah.”

I did touch his hand, but does that really count as “touching”?

I wanted to argue back, but I got swept up by Pession instead. This feeling of losing all sense of logic.

“Arell, do you hate touching me?”

“No, it’s not that I hate it, it’s just…….”

“There’s something I want to touch too.”

“So this was your real intention all along, huh?”

How dare he tease me like this?

I shot him a glare sharp enough to kill, but Pession just burst out laughing.

Just a short while ago, he’d been radiating nothing but ominous tension—seeing him laugh like this softened my heart without me even realizing it.

Yeah. How am I supposed to win against you?

Letting out a light sigh, I asked him,

“So what is it you want to touch?”

“Arellin’s lips.”

“Huh?”

Before I’d even given permission, Pession reached out and touched my lips.

A heavy silence fell. All I could hear was my own breathing, and the sensation of someone else’s hand brushing over my lips was so strange I couldn’t even put it into words.

Every hair on my body stood on end. Just as tension spiked to a level I couldn’t even understand myself—

Pession murmured in an excessively low voice,

“I’ve been thinking for a while that I wanted to taste them.”