“There’s no way.”
“This shouldn’t have happened.”
“Something must have gone wrong somewhere.”
“I’m supposed to be strong.”
“The ending shouldn’t be like this……”
Kane’s eyes were blank and lifeless, curled up like a little bird in Enya’s embrace. His face was pale, staring dazedly at the empty, lightless ceiling.
He couldn’t move.
Not at all.
It was as if his body no longer belonged to him, his bones so soft they felt completely disjointed.
In contrast, Enya’s face was rosy and radiant. Her delicate features, untouched by any cosmetics, showed not a trace of fatigue.
In fact, her spirit seemed better than ever— she and Kane were like two extremes.
Could it be that Enya had only been holding back before, out of consideration for his manly pride?
Was his true self actually just a skinny mutt?
As Kane realized this possible truth, his heart grew heavy.
Kane’s thoughts drifted, and he didn’t notice Enya’s grip on him slowly tightening.
The girl’s seductive eyes shimmered, her sweat-dampened silver hair messily scattered over his chest.
She licked her lips, thin and soft as a spring evening, and uttered a bewitching whisper that could only belong to a succubus:
“Young Master, let’s go again.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Kane’s continued torment was already a foregone conclusion.
Kane’s heart skipped a beat, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably. He hurriedly clasped Enya’s hands tightly.
Their ten fingers intertwined.
Affection lingered.
With deep emotion, he pleaded:
“Enya, on such a beautiful night, why don’t we play a game of Chess together?”
Enya blinked, tilting her head playfully as her beautiful silver hair slipped from behind her rosy ear, falling into the hollow of her chest.
“Young Master, you want to play Chess?”
Seeing hope, Kane nodded rapidly, like pounding garlic:
“Mm, mm, mm.”
“Alright.”
Enya agreed without hesitation. After all, she was the Young Master’s Maid— whatever the Young Master wanted to do, as a proper Maid, she should naturally agree.
“Then……”
Kane was so happy he almost cried tears of joy. At last, he wouldn’t have to turn into a Dandere again.
Hooray!
“We’ll play after we’re done.”
Enya playfully licked her cherry lips with her little tongue, using an innocent and adorable expression to say the most merciless words.
She spoke these heartless words with a mouth warm at 37°C, delivering a fierce blow to Kane’s fragile soul.
Enya didn’t wait for Kane’s reply— or perhaps it was more accurate to say Kane’s opinion didn’t matter at all.
Watching as the seductive-eyed girl spread the pitch-black wings on her back, about to torment him again—
Enough is enough.
If you can’t endure it, then don’t.
Kane gritted his teeth:
“Enya, don’t push me. If you keep this up, I might just do something crazy.”
“?!”
Enya was taken aback by Kane’s sudden aura. She worried that if she pushed too hard, Kane might really do something drastic.
She withdrew her half-extended tongue and took a step back to advance:
“Young Master, what do you want to do?”
A cold smile curled at Kane’s lips:
“I didn’t want to do this, but no matter what, Enya, you’re still a girl. I shouldn’t use forceful means. But since you’ve already given your all, I have no choice but to get on my knees and beg!”
“Enya, I really have nothing left. Please, just let me go for now.”
Enya: ?
How should I put it? That was quite unexpected.
Still, Enya paused for now, her jade-like finger tapping her lower lip.
Under Kane’s hopeful gaze, she nodded lightly.
“I believe you.”
Kane’s eyes sparkled with little stars of excitement.
Enya’s long, seductive eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons as she spoke dotingly:
“Because right now, this really is the Young Master’s limit.”
Kane: “???”
When I type question marks, it’s not that I have a problem—it’s you who’s the problem.
Kane’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He stared up in shock at the charming, flirtatious girl before him.
Enya curled her lips into a wicked smile, giving Kane a confirming look:
“As long as the Young Master is out of strength, those Wild Fox Enchantresses won’t be able to mess with you anymore. Aren’t I clever?”
The peach-shaped tail behind Enya wagged happily from left to right, looking all cute and eager for praise.
Kane sucked in a breath of cold air.
Countless words condensed into a single syllable:
“Damn.”
Yanderes are truly terrifying—especially ones who still have their wits about them.
My life is over.
And what’s worse, it might just be the most suffocating way to die in the world—your kidneys giving out from too much pleasure.
Kane let his head droop powerlessly, the light in his eyes already gone.
“Then I won’t hold back~.”
Enya puffed up her little cheeks and reached her sinful hands toward Kane.
——BZZZZ!!!
At that moment, the shrill blare of an alarm resounded throughout the mansion.
It was the signal that someone had invaded the Border Count’s Mansion.
Seth is this efficient? Did she really notice I was being held hostage so quickly?
A glimmer of hope returned to Kane’s eyes.
But there was no way Enya would let him get away so easily.
“Young Master, I’ll be right back.”
Enya skillfully cuffed Kane to the bed with a single Chain, and as she got off, she neatly covered herself with Taliya’s clothes, pants, shoes, and picked up the Black and White Twin Swords.
Without looking back, Enya left the room and quickly vanished down the corridor.
The Chains had already been upgraded by Enya— Kane could never break free.
That much was true; Kane really couldn’t escape the Chains.
But who said you had to break the Chains to make a run for it?