The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 251

“I’ve been wanting to taste them for a while now.”

At the sudden murmur, I froze.

What did he just say?

“Why are you so surprised?”

When our eyes met, Pession’s eyes curved beautifully, full of mischief.

“W-what did you just say…?”

I blinked rapidly in fluster, and Pession laughed quietly.

“You’re teasing me, right?”

“No.”

“You are teasing me.”

I slapped away Pession’s hand as he casually toyed with my lips, and he puffed out his lips.

“I wouldn’t tease you about something like this.”

“Then are you saying you’re serious?”

“Why do you think I’m not?”

“Well….”

My voice grew smaller. I had no good answer. My mind went completely blank.

“Well?”

Pession pressed for an answer, clearly not letting me dodge it.

I wished he’d just pretend not to notice, but Pession looked at me patiently, like he could wait forever. Today, that made him especially mean.

‘Because it doesn’t suit you to say something like that!’

When I shut my mouth completely, Pession touched my cheek.

“You’re not going to answer?”

It was hard even to meet his eyes, so I looked away. Pession moved to the side, following my line of sight.

Seeing him look hurt and pouty when I still didn’t answer made my already unsettled heart ripple even more.

“Stop teasing me!”

“I told you, I’m not teasing.”

“Then what does it even mean that you want to taste my lips?!”

When I snapped back, face burning red, Pession froze for a moment, then asked back,

“…Do you really want me to say it out loud?”

“Huh?”

I understood what he meant immediately.

“No, wait! Don’t say it!”

Feeling like something I couldn’t handle was about to come out, I panicked and covered Pession’s mouth with both hands. He swallowed a laugh.

Pession had more than enough strength to overpower me with just a finger if he wanted to, but instead, he let himself be held, obediently “sealed.”

It’s hot. Why is it so hot?

Is it because this is the south? It really is hotter than the capital.

“Mm-mph.” (Arell.)

“Ah! Don’t talk!”

“Mmph mmph mm mph.” (You covered my mouth first.)

“What did you say?”

As if it didn’t bother him at all, Pession kept talking. The sensation of his lips moving and brushing against my fingers was so vivid I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my hand away.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Pession immediately grabbed me as I tried to scurry away. So this is what it feels like to be caught—how unfair.

“I-I wasn’t going anywhere!”

“You were trying to run.”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Sure you weren’t.”

Clicking his tongue, Pession hooked me before I could move farther away and made me sit right in front of him.

“So, how did it feel when you touched my lips?”

“Don’t ask things like that….”

“Things like that? Arell, aren’t you being a little cold?”

Even when I glared at him extra fiercely on purpose, Pession just kept smiling, like this was endlessly amusing.

On top of that, the strange tension from earlier still hadn’t faded, and I kept swallowing dryly.

Feeling burdened by his unwavering gaze fixed on my lips, I turned my head slightly and grumbled,

“What are you even staring at?”

“Arellin’s lips.”

“Stop looking.”

“They’re right there. How am I supposed to stop?”

“Then you stop yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“Does that even make sense?”

“Arell.”

“What.”

“Your face is red.”

“It’s because it’s hot.”

“Is it? Now that you mention it, I think I’m a little hot too.”

I bristled at Pession’s shameless reply.

This guy—lying through his teeth.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t even get hot!”

When I turned back to glare at him, Pession smiled with his eyes and shrugged lightly before calling me again.

“Arell.”

“What now.”

“You’re pretty.”

It was a compliment I’d heard countless times.

A compliment so familiar my ears should’ve grown calluses—so why did my heart feel so restless?

“Arell, you’re really pretty.”

Seeing only me reflected in Pession’s eyes, as if I were the only person in the world, made my chest feel noisy and unsettled.

If I had to name this soft, sweet feeling spreading through me—this feeling you give me—I’d probably call it “happiness.”

Even though I liked Pession, I didn’t want him to notice just how much I liked him. That feeling, one I didn’t even understand myself, made me act prickly for no reason.

“Like I’d fall for sweet talk like that….”

“Sweet talk? So you liked hearing it.”

As if that was enough, Pession smiled with his eyes, soft and satisfied.

“Arell, your face is even redder now.”

“Don’t point things like that out one by one.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The tips of Pession’s long, elegant fingers gently tapped against my lips. I flinched in surprise at the sensation of his fingers touching them.

A low laugh from Pession drifted down over my head.

What was so funny?

When I lifted my head, I saw Pession’s long eyelashes lowered over his eyes. Those long, beautiful lashes that always made me want to touch them.

Then, as if he felt my gaze, Pession raised his eyes. His lashes lifted, revealing clear, red eyes.

‘I didn’t know I liked red.’

Looking into eyes that desired only me made me feel oddly proud, like I’d become some kind of god.

At the same time, it felt silly that I was even feeling this way.

“Do you really want to?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it just curiosity?”

At my question, Pession let out an incredulous, hollow laugh.

“Arell. Do I really look like an idiot who can’t tell curiosity from how I feel about you?”

“It’s not that, but…….”

As if he wouldn’t accept excuses, Pession grabbed my hand when my words trailed off and tightly interlaced our fingers.

“It’s because it’s you. You know that, right?”

His slightly husky voice sounded languid.

With nowhere to escape, pinned down by his gaze, I felt completely exposed.

It was embarrassing.

It felt like all the feelings I’d hidden deep inside for Pession were being laid bare.

“Is it not okay?”

The way he asked so carefully, almost like he was seeking permission, made me miss the timing to push him away.

If he’d just pushed forward boldly, I could’ve given in with a “fine, whatever.”

But because he approached so gently, so carefully, like I was something precious, I felt even more flustered.

What am I supposed to do in moments like this?

Pession acted like he’d back off immediately if I pushed him away, but……

“You’re allowed.”

The moment I gave permission, Pession pulled me in by the waist as if he’d been waiting.

A cool, soft sensation touched my lips. We were barely pressed together, yet my heart pounded like it was about to burst.

What if my heart actually jumps out like this?

Just as his lips seemed about to press in deeper—

Pession suddenly pulled away.

“Ah, wait.”

“…?”

With a bright red face, Pession ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips.

“I like it so much my heart feels like it’s going to explode.”

Was it really that good?

I liked it too, but—

It felt strange. Dizzy. Hard to put into clear words.

Like I was floating on clouds, wandering through another world.

“Shion, your face is red.”

“Yours too.”

All we did was touch lips—was it really okay to feel like this?

“Can we do it again?”

“Can’t you not ask things like that?”

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“You’re asking on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Caught me.”

With a pleasant laugh, Pession pulled me in by the waist again. His thirsty eyes looked at me like he was about to devour me.

Rena, you were right. I really might get eaten.

“Pession.”

“What.”

“How far are you planning to go?”

“How far can I go?”

I didn’t expect an answer like that.

When I stared at him blankly, Pession laughed softly.

Why is he laughing?

“How far do you want to go?”

“All the way.”

Pession answered calmly, like he’d been waiting for me to ask. I widened my eyes at the unexpected reply, and he laughed low as he wrapped his arms around me.

“I want to do everything with you. All the way.”

And yet, his sparkling eyes looked so innocent that I couldn’t help but sigh.

My small, cute—

Where did the pure Pession go?!