For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 6
The male lead appeared amidst the white steam…
Truly…
He looked like an angel who had devoured the devil.
With hair dark as the night sky and eyes like sparkling rubies, well-defined eyebrows, and a straight nose.
Despite his youthful face not yet hardened with age, I sensed a strong masculine fragrance from him.
‘Could a bath make someone so handsome?’
Had I not imagined and prepared for this moment endlessly, I might have fallen for him completely, so striking was his appearance.
“Are you… done washing?”
“Yes.”
But perhaps I am a mere animal weak to visuals, because despite the harsh image training, seeing his lips flush red made my heart tremble lightly.
It’s just a thrill triggered by instinct, completely beyond my will.
‘Uh-uh. Just that.’
As I gestured for the male lead, who was standing stiffly at the bathroom door, to come closer, I saw his adam’s apple bob significantly.
‘He must be nervous.’
After all, when a master signals a slave to come closer, it’s usually not for anything good.
He walked towards me with measured steps and then murmured, looking down.
“What… should I do now?”
His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his clothes by his thigh, a sign of his nervousness.
“Um… well.”
What should he do? Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it.
I had only planned to shelter the male lead in my room from my family’s abuse, not to find him suitable tasks.
It might take a while to escape this house… Stuck in my room, he’d surely get bored, right?
I was seriously considering whether to get some books or toys that Declan might enjoy.
“Should I go to the bed… or start with clothes…”
“…Huh?”
What did he just say…
“What, what are you doing?”
My mouth dropped open. Those were hardly words expected from a fifteen-year-old.
If I remember correctly, wasn’t the male lead a slave in the mines… Not that kind of slave?
Shocked, I waved my hands and pressed him.
“Where did you learn to talk like that? Who told you to do such things?”
Startled by my threatening tone, he flinched slightly.
“I heard it from the other slaves who came with me. They said in a noble house, one must stand by the bed and serve…”
Oh no, this is crazy.
Which jerk taught him such nonsense—!
So, he was preparing himself to serve me while bathing?
“Haha…”
An absurd laugh escaped me, but my mind began to wander into forbidden thoughts.
“No, that’s illegal.”
Quickly, I covered my reddening ears with my hair and pointed at the ointment.
“Don’t think of anything silly! And just apply this.”
“Excuse me?”
“Apply it to your back wounds.”
The male lead, surprised by my statement that he needn’t serve me, looked at the ointment with wide eyes.
His beautiful red eyes sparkled.
“Why are you giving me medicine…?”
“Why? Because you’re hurt. It’s my responsibility now if you get hurt.”
If you get a fever, it’ll be a big problem. The house doctors might refuse to treat you because you’re my slave.
I swallowed the rest of my words and grabbed my bag placed next to the desk.
“I have to go to work now, so wait here until I return.”
As I walked towards the door, his gaze followed me.
“What should I do while waiting?”
Apparently, he really is too bored being alone.
With work time approaching, I casually pointed towards the bed and bookshelf.
“Sleep if you want, or read if you feel like it. Just do whatever.”
“……”
After saying this, I hurriedly put on my coat as I really seemed to be running late for work.
Clutching the ointment I gave him and staring intently at the bookshelf, the male lead’s gaze turned to me just as the door was closing.
His pale cheeks were flushed, and his red eyes gleamed mysteriously.
And finally, his swollen lips formed a slight curve.
The door thudded shut.
***
Ah. Could it have started then?
Tearing at my hair, I agonized over where and when the male lead’s obsession began…
…Despairing at the realization that I had buttoned up the first button wrongly from the start.
