How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 12
It wasn’t just a matter of liking her—one could easily say he was obsessed. After all, he was a madman. A madman going even more insane was still just a madman. He could do anything to get what he wanted, and he felt no guilt or conscience about his actions.
“So don’t waste your energy unnecessarily. You’re only going to make things harder for yourself, Leticia.”
The quiet infirmary was filled with a hot, low sigh.
The red eyes staring down at the sleeping Leticia showed no hesitation. He suddenly pulled out a massive object from his pants, grabbing her soft hair in his hand and moving up and down.
As his movements grew faster, thick veins bulged on his hand, which gripped his e******n.
“You’re so beautiful, even when you’re asleep… How could I possibly hold back?”
The sight of her silky hair wrapped around his e******n was so stimulating that he thought he might go crazy. Nothing else in this world excited him as much as Leticia. She was more potent than any drug.
Without Leticia, he couldn’t even get hard. His normally dormant manhood would only spring to life in front of her, drooling like a dog in heat.
Her once-dry hair became drenched with the sticky fluid dripping from the tip of his swollen member. Seeing her hair clinging to his flesh made him feel like they were one, and it thrilled him.
“Ah… I wish we could stay like this forever.”
The thought of becoming one with her was intoxicating. If they were one, he’d know exactly what she was thinking. She wouldn’t be able to reject him, even if she wanted to.
“Why did you make me like this?”
His hand moved faster and faster, leading him to the edge.
With a low grunt, he released his cloudy sxmxn onto Leticia’s hair, gasping in satisfaction.
Even after finishing, the excitement didn’t leave him. Breathing heavily, he brushed his dark hair back, revealing his crimson eyes filled with obsession and lust for Leticia.
“You’re so beautiful, Leticia. You make me so anxious. That’s why I keep having these bad thoughts.”
Everything about Leticia belonged to him. He had waited eagerly for the day they would be together. But like a fragrant flower attracting too many bees, Leticia had drawn unwanted attention.
In a chillingly low voice, Vallon whispered into her ear, his breath ghosting over her skin.
“One bee is enough.”
There were too many pests around her that needed to be dealt with. Those foolish enough to desire what was his would all be taken care of.
Meanwhile, Leticia was lost in a nightmare.
“It’s so hot… My body feels like it’s burning…”
Her entire body was on fire. Stumbling through the darkness, her vision suddenly brightened as she found herself standing in front of a grand mansion.
“Where am I?”
It was a luxurious noble estate. Even though she’d never been there before, it felt strangely familiar.
Especially the large, blue iron gate in front of her—it was particularly familiar.
As Leticia approached, the gate opened on its own. Was she being invited inside? Cautiously, she stepped through and saw children playing.
The familiarity of the scene was unsettling. Leticia found herself mingling with the children and placing her hand on the shoulder of a curly-haired boy.
“Where is this?”
“…Go…”
“What?”
“…Go.”
The boy’s voice was too faint to understand as he turned his head away.
“What did you say?”
“Run! Run away!!”
The boy, his eye pierced by what could have been a fork or knife, cried out at Leticia, tears of blood streaming down his face.
“Ahhhh!!”
Startled by the horrific sight, Leticia screamed and woke up.
“Hah… Hah…”
Her breathing was erratic and heavy.
The image of the blood-soaked boy was vivid in her mind, making it impossible to calm down. It was the most grotesque and terrifying dream she’d ever had. Her heart pounded as if someone was gripping it and shaking it.
“What kind of nightmare was that?”
Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat. Her hair and clothes were soaked. Leticia reached up and peeled her hair from her face.
“Ugh, what is this?”
It was then that she noticed something sticky matted in her hair.
A familiar, fishy smell wafted up to her nose. Leticia knew exactly what the smell was.
But she didn’t want to acknowledge it. There was no way something like that could be in her hair. Her eyes scanned the empty infirmary.
Hadn’t the nurse come earlier?
There were no signs that anyone had been in the room. It must have been her imagination. She probably drooled in her sleep. But the boy’s desperate cry from her dream echoed in her mind.
Run away… From what? The only thing that came to mind was Vallon.
“Ugh, this feels so wrong.”
Feeling an inexplicable chill, Leticia quickly gathered herself and left the infirmary, dragging her heavy body toward the dormitory.
