How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 4
“A-Anyway, next time don’t just let them hit you like that. Tell your family or at least the teachers.”
Leticia began looking for disinfectant and ointment, leaving Vallon in silence. There was no one else in the infirmary, and since she had brought him here, she felt it was her duty to find the medication for him.
‘I’ll just find the medicine and leave.’
“Ah! Here it is. Here, apply it.”
But Vallon simply stared blankly at the disinfectant and ointment Leticia held out to him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to use it? That can’t be right. You just disinfect it with this and apply the ointment.”
Despite how he looked, could it be that the precious son of a duke had never done something like this himself? If I leave him like this, it’ll leave scars…
Leticia explained how to use the medicine and prepared to leave the infirmary, but noticing Vallon still staring blankly at the items, she sighed and opened the disinfectant herself.
Since I’ve brought him this far, I’ll just apply the medicine for him. After all, it’s only right to show this small kindness to a friend who’s been bullied, right?
“Here, sit down.”
Leticia guided Vallon to a small chair and disinfected the area around his lips, where the red, torn skin was bleeding. Then, she gently spread the ointment over the wounded area.
Up close, Vallon’s skin was better than she had expected. His skin felt soft to the touch, and that pleasant scent she had noticed earlier still lingered. It seemed she hadn’t imagined it after all—it was a faint, luxurious scent of soap.
Vallon smelled clean. The scent didn’t match his appearance at all; it was far too refined.
“The wound is bigger than I thought.”
The torn gash was quite large, and it must have stung, but Vallon didn’t make a single sound during the treatment. As she looked at him, Leticia thought he resembled a lifeless block of wood.
‘At this point, it’s beyond numbness… maybe he can’t even feel pain.’
Not just his lips—other exposed areas, like his neck and hands, also had visible injuries. There were probably even worse wounds beneath his clothes. Sneaking a glance at Vallon’s expression, Leticia shook her head.
That wasn’t her responsibility. She wasn’t close to him, and she certainly didn’t want to see his bare skin. Somehow, she had ended up treating him, but in truth, she wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Even from a distance, his gloomy demeanor was noticeable, but now, being this close, she could feel it even more intensely. His eerie smile made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Her instincts were screaming at her not to get any closer to him.
“All done. Make sure to treat the other wounds when you get home. If you leave them, they’ll fester, and it’ll hurt even more.”
Leticia finished the treatment quickly and stood up, leaving Vallon sitting there. His hair still covered his eyes, so she couldn’t see what expression he was making.
Fearing he might try to speak to her, Leticia quickly said what she needed to and headed for the infirmary door, not giving him a chance to respond.
“Well, I’ll be going now.”
As Leticia’s figure disappeared beyond the infirmary door, Vallon’s head turned toward her. Hidden beneath his hair, his red eyes gleamed sharply, like a predator who had spotted its prey.
Vallon touched his lips where Leticia’s fingers had been, inhaling the lingering scent of her touch.
“Haa…”
Vallon’s face flushed red as he breathed in Leticia’s lingering scent, chuckling softly to himself before his hand began to move lower, rubbing himself. The moment he had spotted the golden hair amidst the kicks from Ribolt’s gang, his erxctixn had been stiff, and now it was swollen to the point of almost bursting.
Without hesitation, Vallon pulled out his throbbing member from his pants and began to stroke it up and down. It didn’t matter if someone walked in on him—nothing mattered. If Leticia came back and saw him like this, that would be even better.
It wasn’t until his seed splattered onto the seat where Leticia had been sitting moments earlier that Vallon finally calmed down, humming to himself contentedly.
Feeling satisfied, he got up slowly, following the trail of her scent.
“Leticia! Please, listen to me! I swear, it wasn’t my fault earlier,” Ribolt’s voice rang out nearby.
“I don’t want to hear it, Ribolt.”
There he was, standing in front of Leticia as if trying to make excuses for what had happened earlier. Vallon, not far off, silently observed the two, eavesdropping on their conversation.
“That bastard started it! I was just hanging out with the others, talking, and he looked at me with that nasty glare! I was just going to say something when he—he spit at me!”
“Ribolt, do you even hear yourself? Don’t talk to me again.”
Leticia tried to move past him, as if his words weren’t worth hearing, but Ribolt grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Vallon’s gaze immediately fixated on Ribolt’s hand, gripping Leticia’s wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I won’t bully anyone anymore, Leticia… Please don’t say things like that.”
Ribolt’s demeanor was completely different from how he had acted with Vallon earlier. Now, he clung to Leticia desperately, as though he would do anything for her approval—even die if she asked.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! I swear.”
“If you bully someone again, I won’t ever speak to you anymore. Got it?”
Vallon couldn’t see Leticia’s face as her back was turned, but from the relieved look on Ribolt’s face, he could guess how the situation was unfolding. The tension between them had softened, and soon, they started walking together.
Ribolt was still holding onto her wrist, and it didn’t seem like Leticia minded.
The only one who was bothered by it was Vallon, watching them with a murderous glare from behind.
“And I was in such a good mood…”
A cold voice slipped out from Vallon’s lips, a stark contrast to his earlier tone. His wounds from Ribolt’s beating had started to bleed again, filling his mouth with a metallic taste.
Spitting out the blood-tainted saliva, Vallon glanced over at a nearby statue, which was large enough to crush a person beneath it.