Imprinted with the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 36

She even has a stalker, yet she doesn’t even know to be wary of men.

“What do you think I’m going to make you do?”

He was truly irritating.

Her large eyes blinked slowly. He was reflected within them. When he let go of her hand, perhaps gaining a bit of composure, Nita took a deep breath and asked, her voice tight with tension up to the tip of her throat.

“What will you have me do?”

“Well. What do you think?”

Nita’s leg twitched. She tried to break free again. With a cold gaze, without changing his expression in the slightest, Chase put strength into his arm. Perhaps she wasn’t dull enough to miss the signal telling her not to move, because Nita stopped as she was.

“Then… purification?”

She seemed to struggle as she thought it over, then gave the obvious answer.

“That’s an obligation I should naturally take on.”

Chase put strength into his arm and pulled Nita’s waist a little closer to himself.

Nita, who had been holding out so their upper bodies wouldn’t touch, lost her balance. Just as he intended. Her lips brushed against the back of his neck. A small cry, or perhaps a sigh. A thin voice somewhere in between slipped out.

“W-wait a moment!”

She said she’d do anything, yet it seemed she hadn’t expected something like this. Nita placed a hand on his chest and tried to push herself up. Chase raised his hand and lightly pressed down on her back.

“Ah…!”

Nita’s face collided with him again. Around his nape, beneath his jaw, somewhere there, he felt the softness of her skin. Following a small groan, her warm breath touched his skin.

The sweet, faint cherry scent that had been lingering since earlier seemed to spread through his whole body like a poor-quality poison.

Unlike before, her soft hair tickled the back of his hand. Naturally, Chase slipped his hand between her hair and stroked the back of her neck.

An unpleasant sensation reached his fingertips. A nape so thin that the bones stood out. It had improved a lot, but to him, it was still a body he didn’t particularly like.

Still, better than last time. It seemed she had put on a bit of weight too.

His hand moved slowly down along her spine. By the time it reached her waist, Nita hurriedly opened her mouth.

“E-excuse me. Sorry, but could you let go of me?”

“You said you’d do anything.”

“Ah. D-did I? I did, didn’t I?”

Chase looked at Nita’s faintly reddened cheeks. Judging by her twitching thighs and hands, it was obvious she wanted to get out of his arms, yet she seemed unable to do so, looking confused. Her round, clear eyes wavered from side to side.

It would be absurd. He had said he detested women like her, yet here he was doing this. In truth, even Chase hadn’t intended to do something like this just moments ago.

Up until the moment he held Nita’s hand, he hadn’t thought much of it. It was just that Nita hovering in front of him was irritating, and because it was irritating…

That was all, but damn it. He couldn’t let go of the arm holding this woman.

Just as he was once again dumbfounded by himself, going in circles without a conclusion, Nita suddenly asked in a serious voice.

“Chase.”

“What?”

“Then how long am I supposed to stay like this?”

She was trying to act calm, but he could feel the tremor in Nita’s hand clutching tightly at his shirt. Even so, she said something utterly ridiculous.

Would she stay like this all night if he told her to?

Without answering, Chase tilted his head back and held her in his arms for a while. Then, with a faint, silent laugh curling on his lips, he set her upright.

Facing him, Nita’s face was completely flushed red. Thinking that cheeks reddened from embarrassment were far better than her proudly exposing bare skin, Chase sat her down on the bed.

After that, standing crookedly, he quietly looked down at Nita. Her large eyes, which seemed to have regained composure in that brief moment, were looking at him.

“Open.”

“…Yes?”

“Your mouth. Open it.”

At the meaningful words whose intent she couldn’t grasp, Nita hesitated for a long while before finally parting her lips with a small “Ah”. Unlike before, the slightly opened lips were full of life. Watching her parted lips as she blinked her innocent eyes, the corner of Chase’s mouth lifted, and a hollow laugh slipped out.

‘As expected… anything, huh.’

Nita, who faithfully followed whatever he told her, didn’t please him. For some reason, irritation welled up, and Chase picked up the fork that had been on top of the box, cut a piece of cake thickly coated with white cream, and shoved it into Nita’s mouth. Though she looked flustered, as if she didn’t know what to do, the way she obediently accepted and ate it grated on his nerves.

He knew she said those things to escape her family and her stalker. That there was no one else who could help her, so she wanted to cling to him somehow.

If he put himself in her position, with her life on the line, it was something she could say. In the face of death, people become desperate without seeing anything else.

But,

‘I’ll do anything.’

Would you say that to that insane stalker bastard too?

That leaves a bad taste.