How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 33
“What are you saying…? Why… why would you do that? Can’t I just leave now?”
“Leticia….”
Vallon, who had been supporting himself with both arms on the ground, ran a hand through his hair and called her name in a low voice.
As his sharp eyes emerged from behind his hair, Leticia could finally see his face clearly for the first time.
“Do I look like I’m asking your permission?”
Although undeniably attractive, his face, perfectly symmetrical as if drawn, lacked any sense of humanity. It was like looking at a well-crafted porcelain doll.
Unlike Leticia, whose face was streaked with tears, Vallon wore a cold expression as if offering her mercy with two options.
“Should I just eat you out? Or would you rather be fxxxed like a dog? Either works for me.”
She didn’t want either. The idea of being treated like a dog or having to do such a thing with Vallon was horrifying.
Leticia felt nothing for him—if anything, she found him repulsive. There was no way she wanted to do something so degrading with someone she despised.
This was the real Vallon. All this time, he had hidden his true, manipulative nature. She didn’t know why he’d hidden it, but it was clear that he was not like other people.
There was no emotion in him. She couldn’t read any feelings from his expression; he was completely unreadable.
“I don’t want either! Please… Vallon, did I do something wrong? If I did, tell me, and I’ll apologize.”
“Did you do something wrong? Heh, heh… No. You just happened to catch my eye, that’s all.”
He didn’t seem sane. Leticia was sure she had fallen into the clutches of a madman. His shoulders shook as he laughed, and the sight sent chills through her entire body.
“Why do you think I came to this wretched academy… hmm?”
“I don’t care about that… Please, Vallon, we’re friends, right?”
Leticia had no interest in why Vallon had come to the academy.
She didn’t care about anything related to him. She didn’t want a single piece of information about him to enter her mind.
“Who? Us?”
Vallon poked Leticia’s cheek as he smiled gently. For a moment, his soft smile made her think he might actually listen to her.
“I’m sorry, Vallon. Okay? If my gaze made you uncomfortable, I’ll change. I’m sorry.”
“Now? Well, the outcome would have been the same either way.”
Vallon chuckled as he gripped her trembling legs and spread them apart. With a slow, deliberate movement, he buried his face between her legs and took a deep breath.
His actions were horrific, but the warm breath tickling her sensitive areas made Leticia’s toes curl in reflex. Her body, seemingly predicting what was to come, released more fluid.
“Ugh, haa….”
Vallon dragged his tongue across her neatly trimmed hair, going against the grain. Saliva clung to the hairs like dew, and Vallon seemed to find it amusing, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it.
His toying with her for his own amusement made her feel not just humiliated but utterly degraded.
“Ahh!”
“So beautiful. You look so pretty, crying like a bxxxh in heat, Leticia.”
A bxxxh in heat? She had never heard such vile words in her life.
“Please… Vallon, if you stop now, I won’t tell anyone. Okay?”
“That’s your wish, isn’t it? But I’d love it if everyone at the academy knew about the filthy things we’re doing.”
Madness. His words were pure insanity and didn’t even deserve a response.
Yet, he sounded almost desperate, as if he truly wanted that outcome.
“How about this? Leticia Cavendish, the filthy slvt defiled every night by the outcast Vallon. Don’t you like the sound of that?”
“W-What are you talking about…?”
“Your name right next to mine in rumors. It would be perfect.”
There wasn’t a single normal word in what he said, yet he seemed delighted. He showed no signs of remorse for what he was doing to her. In fact, Vallon was reveling in it, like the very embodiment of a demon.
“So, go ahead and tell everyone. Tell them about how you let me do this.”
Vallon bent his head down, his sharp teeth grazing her swollen clxt as he bit down lightly. The mixture of sharp pain and pleasure shot through her lower abdomen, making her back arch uncontrollably. Pleasure? In this situation, that was the last word she wanted to associate with.
If only he’d bite harder, she’d wish for the pain. To be exposed like this in front of the outcast she had once scorned, wet and helpless—it was unbearable. If anyone ever found out, she’d rather bite her tongue and die than live with the shame.
