The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me Chapter 229 - Side Story Chapter 19

A strange wet sound also drilled into my ears.

It wasn’t just the sound of someone shifting around.

Like someone suffering from a high fever, suppressed groans were leaking out rhythmically.

The broad shoulders visible over the back of the sofa heaved roughly.

It was the back of someone barely holding something in, on the verge of losing control.

At that moment, through the tilt of his thrown-back head, I saw Yurtha’s lips move.

His unfocused eyes were staring blankly into the air.

“…Noona, haah….”

My title spilled from his lips.

And it sounded sticky and desperate.

“…Rose.”

A chill ran straight down my spine.

I quickly turned and went straight back into the room.

Click.

And locked the door.

…I should go back to sleep.

Until morning comes.

 

 

****

 

 

 

The sun had risen high.

Well, outside the cursed land.

Here, the sky was still a mixture of black and gray, now tangled together with tornadoes.

Anyway, I stayed lying down without getting up.

“Noona, please wake up.”

Knock knock.

Yurtha knocked on the door.

That lunatic.

He must have known I had come close.

He was a transcendent.

Not only could he sense people’s presence better than others…

He could smell a scent from me that others couldn’t.

“It seems your body hasn’t recovered yet. I’m worried.”

Then Yurtha started saying ridiculous things.

“I’m coming in.”

“Wa—”

Bang. The door opened.

I quickly sat up in bed, grabbing the mattress with messy hair.

“Good morning, noona.”

Yurtha’s eyes curved into a smile as he looked at me.

His hair was wet, as if he had just washed.

A refreshing soap scent drifted from it.

The beast who had been calling my name last night was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, the most refined nobleman in the world stood there.

His shamelessness was astonishing.

“…Get out. I need to eat.”

Since I was already awake, I might as well eat.

Even after struggling since dawn, I hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“Shall I prepare it?”

I remembered the hard, awful porridge he made yesterday.

The taste was so terrible I couldn’t bear to eat it again.

“No thanks. I’m never eating your porridge again.”

I pushed past him and headed to the kitchen.

It seemed like I’d have to prepare breakfast myself.

But how long has it been since I cooked…?

Since living with Richard, I hadn’t done it once.

So… almost two years.

Well, it’ll work out somehow.

I did live alone for five years.

Neatly organized ingredients caught my eye.

It looked like someone had filled everything up so I wouldn’t starve.

Seriously… Richard was almost too kind.

But I turned my eyes away from the precious ingredients.

Chopping vegetables in the morning was just… too bothersome.

Sorry, Richard.

…Really sorry.

In the end, I took out bread and jam.

“Yurtha, come eat.”

I called him while spreading jam on the bread.

Honestly, I should’ve just made Yurtha do this.

But Yurtha was already there.

And he was staring at me in a daze.

What’s wrong with him?

He looked like he was seeing something completely unfamiliar.

“Yurtha?”

“…Did that bastard see this every day?”

Huh?

His voice was hoarse.

And I could feel killing intent in it.

Wait, why again?!

“Every day… you spread jam like that and call him in such a gentle voice?”

“….”

Misunderstandings were piling up layer upon layer.

But explaining it felt strange.

Even if I told him I only did this for him…

Even if I told him Richard served me luxurious meals every morning…

Yurtha’s anger wouldn’t cool.

Why does he keep bringing up Richard?

But it felt familiar.

Because in the past, Yurtha had also compared himself to Dylan.

“I’ve never even dreamed of something like this my whole life… yet that bastard gets it every day….”

Yurtha muttered as if he were deeply shocked.

At this point, I wasn’t even sure if Richard should hurry and come… or never come at all.

“Yurtha.”

I called his name.

Red eyes filled with grievance and anger looked at me.

Honestly…

Sometimes Yurtha looked like a child.

A child starving for love.

A very, very hungry child.

And a greedy, troublesome one.

 

 

 

*****

 

The sun had risen high.

Well, outside the cursed land.

Here, the sky was still a mixture of black and gray, now tangled together with tornadoes.

Anyway, I stayed lying down without getting up.

“Noona, please wake up.”

Knock knock.

Yurtha knocked on the door.

That lunatic.

He must have known I had come close.

He was a transcendent.

Not only could he sense people’s presence better than others…

He could smell a scent from me that others couldn’t.

“It seems your body hasn’t recovered yet. I’m worried.”

Then Yurtha started saying ridiculous things.

“I’m coming in.”

“Wa—”

Bang. The door opened.

I quickly sat up in bed, grabbing the mattress with messy hair.

“Good morning, noona.”

Yurtha’s eyes curved into a smile as he looked at me.

His hair was wet, as if he had just washed.

A refreshing soap scent drifted from it.

The beast who had been calling my name last night was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, the most refined nobleman in the world stood there.

His shamelessness was astonishing.

“…Get out. I need to eat.”

Since I was already awake, I might as well eat.

Even after struggling since dawn, I hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“Shall I prepare it?”

I remembered the hard, awful porridge he made yesterday.

The taste was so terrible I couldn’t bear to eat it again.

“No thanks. I’m never eating your porridge again.”

I pushed past him and headed to the kitchen.

It seemed like I’d have to prepare breakfast myself.

But how long has it been since I cooked…?

Since living with Richard, I hadn’t done it once.

So… almost two years.

Well, it’ll work out somehow.

I did live alone for five years.

Neatly organized ingredients caught my eye.

It looked like someone had filled everything up so I wouldn’t starve.

Seriously… Richard was almost too kind.

But I turned my eyes away from the precious ingredients.

Chopping vegetables in the morning was just… too bothersome.

Sorry, Richard.

…Really sorry.

In the end, I took out bread and jam.

“Yurtha, come eat.”

I called him while spreading jam on the bread.

Honestly, I should’ve just made Yurtha do this.

But Yurtha was already there.

And he was staring at me in a daze.

What’s wrong with him?

He looked like he was seeing something completely unfamiliar.

“Yurtha?”

“…Did that bastard see this every day?”

Huh?

His voice was hoarse.

And I could feel killing intent in it.

Wait, why again?!

“Every day… you spread jam like that and call him in such a gentle voice?”

“….”

Misunderstandings were piling up layer upon layer.

But explaining it felt strange.

Even if I told him I only did this for him…

Even if I told him Richard served me luxurious meals every morning…

Yurtha’s anger wouldn’t cool.

Why does he keep bringing up Richard?

But it felt familiar.

Because in the past, Yurtha had also compared himself to Dylan.

“I’ve never even dreamed of something like this my whole life… yet that bastard gets it every day….”

Yurtha muttered as if he were deeply shocked.

At this point, I wasn’t even sure if Richard should hurry and come… or never come at all.

“Yurtha.”

I called his name.

Red eyes filled with grievance and anger looked at me.

Honestly…

Sometimes Yurtha looked like a child.

A child starving for love.

A very, very hungry child.

And a greedy, troublesome one.