The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me Chapter 231 - Side Story Chapter 21

Richard’s gaze was fixed on the bathroom. Steam was faintly leaking out through the slightly open door.

“Try rubbing a bit higher.”

From inside came Rose’s voice, sounding relaxed, almost drowsy. It felt like a warm breath was slipping from her lips, as if she was enjoying it.

“If you mean higher….”

…The man’s voice was familiar. A blurry memory surfaced.

A man who, like Richard… had longed for Rose.

“…Mm. There.”

At that moment, Richard couldn’t hold back.

Grabbing the sword at his waist roughly, he headed toward the bathroom.

Bang!

A loud crash rang out.

 

 

 

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So this is… what happened thirty minutes before everything.

The bathroom was filled with hazy steam.

Yurtha dipped his hand into the tub and stirred the water. It smelled strongly of roses, as if too much bath powder had been added.

“Good work, Yurtha.”

It was just a simple comment, but his red eyes curved happily.

During the time in the cabin, Yurtha had been the gentlest I’d ever seen him.

…Well, there were some exceptions. But overall, he was manageable, right?

I was about to tell him to leave.

“Noona, if I did well….”

Yurtha spoke slowly.

Splash. Without hesitation, he knelt on the wet floor.

“Please pat my head like before.”

He placed his wet hand on the edge of the tub and pushed his head under my palm, like a beast desperately waiting for its owner’s touch.

His smooth hair slipped between my fingers. As I patted his head, I quietly looked at the hair covering the back of his neck.

“…Come to think of it, your hair got pretty long?”

He was always someone who kept it neatly trimmed.

“Should I cut it?”

“Hm? That’s up to you….”

“If you say it looks messy, I’ll cut it off right now.”

That’s a bit much….

His eyes were serious. If I told him to, it felt like he would pull out his sword and chop it off immediately.

“I think it’s fine as it is.”

“…Are you sure?”

When I nodded again, Yurtha finally relaxed. At some point, he was rubbing his cheek against my hand. His face looked unrealistically beautiful—his cheeks flushed from heat, his red eyes half-lidded.

“How’s the temperature?”

At his words, I dipped my arm into the bath.

“It’s fine.”

Last time it was so hot it almost burned me, but this time it was just right.

Yeah, I should just tell him what to do.

I had no intention of doing it myself.

“Good job. You can go now.”

“…Is there anything else I can help with?”

“No. There isn’t. So you can leave now.”

I loosened my tied hair and casually tossed the hair tie aside.

I gathered my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. I reached toward the shelf to grab a comb.

But Yurtha was still standing there, unmoving. He looked slightly dazed, like he was entranced.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“…I will wash your hair.”

“What?”

That’s not necessary.

Yurtha’s gaze was fixed on my hair. His fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to touch it.

I was about to kick him out because he was being annoying.

…But I had a reason to get closer to Yurtha.

“Fine. Okay.”

Letting him handle my hair wouldn’t cause any problems.

Yurtha’s expression brightened instantly.

I put on a cardigan and stepped into the tub. I sank into the warm water, letting my hair fall outside.

“Then help me.”

I heard him swallow dryly behind me.

Soon, Yurtha’s hand carefully touched my hair. His grip slowly tightened.

Suddenly, I thought how unpredictable life was.

Just a few days ago, I never imagined I’d be alone like this with Yurtha.

I hated him so much, and I had hidden away in a place where no one could come.

And even now, I still….

“Ow!”

“…Does it hurt?”

“…Of course it hurts.”

The problem was that Yurtha had no talent for controlling his strength.

He tried to be as careful as possible while rubbing my hair. His awkwardness showed clearly.

“…No, not there.”

At this rate, it felt like we’d be here all night. I was about to really kick him out—

But then our eyes met. His gaze was desperate.

“…No. I really don’t know. Please show me one more time.”

I let out a sigh.

Why is he suddenly so obsessed with this?

It was annoying, but I decided to let him do what he wanted.

Yeah, just this much…

Because I needed to say that.

That’s why I had been trying to improve our relationship while we were stuck in the cabin.

I tried to make him feel as happy as possible.

“Try rubbing a bit higher.”

“If you mean higher….”

Yurtha’s fingers brushed through my hair and moved upward. When he applied pressure like a massage, it felt refreshing.

“Mm… there….”

Yeah… people really do get better with practice.

As I relaxed into his touch, my mind grew drowsy. With half-closed eyes, I stared blankly at the door.

Then I saw it—the slightly open gap.

Someone was standing there.

Those bright blue eyes were all too familiar.

A chill ran down my spine.

Bang!

The door burst open as if it shattered.

A flash of silver blade cut through my vision.

BOOOOM—!

The bathroom was destroyed in an instant.

 

 

 

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Smoke scattered everywhere.

“Cough. Cough.”

I crawled out of the broken bathtub, coughing. Wooden fragments from the tub were scattered all over.

What the hell.

The bathroom was a complete mess. With one swing of Richard’s sword, everything nearby had been destroyed.

“Rose, I’m sorry. I had no intention of hurting you.”

Step.

Black shoes stepped into a puddle. Wait… he came inside wearing shoes?

“But you will have to explain.”

A pale hand was extended in front of me.

“Why he is here.”

Just as Richard tried to wrap an arm around my shoulders—

Yurtha grabbed my waist, not letting him touch me.

Richard’s blue eyes turned even colder.

“…And what you were doing with him.”

That cold gaze made my shoulders tremble.

I had no idea what was even going on.

“Richard….”

“Yes, Rose.”

I looked up at him, stunned. The man who was always neat looked disheveled.

His calm silver hair was completely messy. It showed how urgently he had rushed here.

I stared at him blankly, then turned my gaze toward the window.

Outside, the tornado was still raging violently.

…Don’t tell me.

Did he come through that massive tornado?