Heroines, Villainesses, and the Hero's Yandere Harem? I want them all!
Chapter 34: Obsession

Chapter 34: Obsession

"Ugh..."

A groan.

Soft and weak, barely above a whisper.

And then slowly, I began to feel it again.

Clarity.

I didn’t die?

The thought slithered into my mind as light streamed through my blurred vision. I blinked rapidly.

"Ugh..." I groaned again, this time with more edge. My throat was dry, my body stiff.

Sigh.

Still can’t move.

Splendid. Just fucking splendid.

"You’re awake."

A voice. Clear. Gentle. Too gentle.

I tried to tilt my head, to look in the direction the voice came from.

Nothing.

Not even a twitch.

Sigh.

I hate this.

I HATE THIS.

It feels just like Earth again—right after the accident. The paralysis. The hospital walls. The helplessness.

The way I had to rely on others just to exist.

I hate it. I hate having to depend on people. On their pity. On their fake sympathy. On their eyes that only saw a broken, useless body.

On people who smiled at you like you weren’t already choking on your own shame.

On people who...

Sigh.

Fuck.

"Hahaha..." A hollow laugh escaped me.

I just kept staring at the ceiling.

I can’t live like this.

Not again.

I’d rather die than be trapped in a shell I can’t even control.

I have to find a way out of this. I have to.

"Are... you okay?"

The voice returned, closer this time.

Then a face appeared in my vision.

Lustrous platinum hair.

Stormy grey eyes.

Huh?

I... don’t recognize her

"Who... are you?"

Damn it.

It hurts to speak.

"It’s okay..." she whispered.

And then, suddenly—without warning—her arms wrapped around me.

"Huh?" I choked.

"What are you doing?!" I snarled through clenched teeth.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I spat, but she only smiled.

That smile...

"It’s okay," she said again, "Sleep some more. I’m here now."

So soft. So tender.

For just a moment—just one goddamn second—my mind Froze.

And my heart...

It quickened.

Why?

Why is this happening again?

That same feeling. That very feeling I got every time I saw Sasha.

No. Not again. NOT THIS AGAIN!

"LET GO!" I roared, my voice cracking from the strain.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

I tried to shove her, to push her away.

But I couldn’t.

Not in the crippled, broken state I was trapped in.

A prisoner in my own flesh.

"Shhh..." she hushed me, her breath warm against my ear, her hands unmoving around my neck.

Gentle. Possessive.

"Let go..." I whispered now, the fight draining from me, my resistance withering.

"Please..." The word fell out like a plea.

I didn’t even realize my eyes had begun to water. Hot trails streaking down the sides of my face.

Fuck. I hate this. I hate feeling weak.

I hate getting emotional.

But I can’t help it. No matter how hard I try to bury it behind rage and cruelty.

It’s still there.

Deep down.

Just a boy.

A broken boy.

Shattered beyond repair.

Maybe I’ll never heal. Maybe that’s the truth I’ve been running from.

But God... I hate it.

I wish—I wish I could go back to Earth. Just to wrap my hands around their necks and squeeze until their screams stopped.

Just to kill those two with my bare hands.

"Yeah..." she whispered again.

"You’ve done enough. Just sleep now, okay? Sleep."

It felt like a lullaby. Sweet.

My mind spun.

My eyes fluttered.

The world faded.

I am tired.

Sigh.

Yeah.

Maybe sleep isn’t so bad.

"Let... go," I murmured, eyes closing.

"I won’t," she replied softly.

"Not now. Not ever."

"Who... are you..."

My voice was barely a whisper now, fading with the last dregs of consciousness.

"The only one you can ever trust."

And with that—

The darkness embraced me.

...

...

"Asleep already?" she whispered, more amused than surprised.

"You really are a handful."

She sat down on the edge of the bed with casual ease. With practiced gentleness, she tilted his limp form and lowered his head into her lap.

She looked down at his face. Bandaged. Barely visible. Burnt, bruised, and swollen beneath the layers of white gauze. The aftermath of an inferno—literal or not—and the savage beating he’d taken from Natasha.

It had taken rare healing potions just to keep him alive. Hours of tending to wounds that didn’t want to close. Bleeding that wouldn’t stop.

"I’ve waited so long for this day..." she breathed, her hand brushing over the bandages.

"Sigh... Master."

Her touch trembled for a second. Then her hand curled into a tight fist. And with a swift motion—

BAM!

She slammed it into his chest. Not hard. Just enough to make a point.

"Bastard," she hissed through gritted teeth. Her eyes were glassy, but her voice held no sympathy.

"I would’ve loved to beat the living hell out of you right now, but something tells me you wouldn’t survive it."

Her lips curled into a sad smile.

"I hate you. I really, really hate you. More than anything."

She chuckled—softly.

"But I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with you."

"Idiot. Stupid idiot."

BAM.

This time, the punch had weight.

"You chose to forget everything you put me through—all the torment, all the sick games, how you twisted everything until I liked the evil things we did."

She laughed bitterly.

"How we traveled the world in your desperation to outrun fate..."

Her voice grew quieter as she leaned down, brushing her fingers over his bandages again.

"Why did you leave me with these gapped memories? You don’t want me to remember the future... but you don’t want me to forget the past either."

Her hand clenched again.

"Was it to tie me to you? To make sure I’d never return to Kael? Could it be... you actually had feelings for me but were too damn proud to admit it?"

Bam!

"But I told you how I felt! I told you everything on that day! Why couldn’t you just open up?" she hissed.

"Proud jerk."

She clicked her tongue, she closed her eyes, and broken memories began flickering back into her mind.

"Heh..." She grinned suddenly.

"Well, this time will be different."

Her voice dropped, sinister and dark.

"I’m not a slave anymore. This time... I can do what I want."

Her eyes turned cold.

"Ever since I began remembering, I’ve been training. Trained so hard I ended up bedridden for a year. I used every technique I remembered from back then. I trained for this moment—to be stronger than you."

She stroked his cheek again.

"This time won’t be like before. I won’t let you abandon me. I’d rather die than let that happen again. This time, you’ll belong to me. And me alone."

Her grin widened.

Sinister.

Truly sinister.

Even the young man, with all his wicked smirks, couldn’t compare to this.

This was madness.