Chapter 34: The Truth of Premonitory Dreams
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【At this moment, I am filled with immense sorrow.】
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【I love you so much, why did you have to do those things?】
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【You’ve changed.】
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【So, I can only use my love to cleanse you.】
【Don’t worry, my love is still plentiful.】
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【Accept my love.】
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【Master Muen.】
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“Inhale… Exhale…”
Muen woke up from the nightmare, gasping for air as if he were a fish stranded on the shore by the waves, struggling for breath.
“Is this… another dream?”
“No, this is that premonitory dream.”
“The person in the dream seems clearer now, she seems to be…”
“Who is she?”
Muen shook his head, trying hard to recall. He always felt like he was just on the verge of knowing the identity of the person who tortured him in the premonitory dream, but it always remained just out of reach.
“Darn it, my head hurts.”
As Muen struggled to think, memories accompanied by intense pain at the back of his head kept flooding into his mind.
“Right, what happened before…”
“I remember, it was An who tried to drug me.”
“But I saw through her.”
“So… she resorted to force, directly attacking me… knocking me out?”
The intense pain and the feeling of tearing from memories made Muen break out in a cold sweat, instinctively curling up his limbs, trying to struggle.
“Clang.”
Accompanied by sharp metallic friction, Muen’s attempt was unsuccessful, instead bringing him a cold ache at his wrists and ankles.
“This is…”
Muen looked to his side.
At his wrists and ankles, the cold shackles tightly bound his limited range of movement, leaving him only able to resemble Jesus nailed to the cross, with his hands spread out in a crucifixion pose.
Fortunately, the person who had imprisoned him showed a last shred of mercy, allowing Muen to sit fully on the ground, preventing this imprisonment from turning into a constant punishment.
“But isn’t imprisonment itself a punishment!”
Muen tugged at the shackles, angrily shouting.
“Who did this, release me, do you know who I am!”
“Ah, young master, you’re awake.”
A familiar voice sounded in front of Muen.
“Seeing you still so lively really puts my mind at ease.”
“You… An?”
Muen lifted his head, looking at An, who was still dressed in maid attire, with a dignified expression. Instantly, the anguish of betrayal and the anger of being imprisoned flooded his mind, prompting Muen to struggle even more fiercely.
“Why did you do this, An!”
“Why did you betray me? Why did you lock me up?”
“Are you under someone’s influence? Or were you a spy planted in the Duke’s household all along?”
“Betrayal? Influence? Spy?”
An looked at Muen, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
“What are you talking about, Master Muen? How could I possibly betray you? I am your loyal and devoted personal maid.”
“Nonsense! Would a loyal and devoted maid knock out her own young master and then imprison him?”
“Didn’t I say it before? There was no other choice, young master. If only you hadn’t been so clever at that time, and just obediently drank the tea, you wouldn’t be in so much pain now.”
“And then you drugged me and imprisoned me?” Muen sneered.
“Well, the outcome is more or less the same, but those things the young master speculated about, like betrayal, influence, and being a spy, they simply don’t exist.”
“I have always, always been the young master’s personal maid. Since ten years ago, when the young master was eight years old, I came to his side, and it’s been like this ever since. I exist for the young master.”
“Then why did you do it?!”
“Oh, have you forgotten? Not long ago, I said something.”
“What did you say?”
“It’s what I said before knocking you out…”
Suddenly, An knelt in front of Muen, her soft and delicate body embracing him affectionately, a faint floral fragrance lingering around them. The exquisite sensation left Muen momentarily entranced.
An leaned in close to Muen’s ear, her breath like orchids as she whispered, “I said, everything I’ve done is to bring the young master back on track.”
“What… track?”
“Of course, it’s…”
“Slurp~”
An suddenly stuck out her dainty tongue and licked Muen’s cheek.
The sudden sensation of wetness and saltiness made Muen instinctively want to retreat, but he was both imprisoned by the shackles and forced into a corner. Where could he escape to?
“Of course, it’s to make you, young master, forever and ever, completely and wholly mine, from the inside out, from head to toe, from flesh to soul, every strand of hair, every drop of blood, every scent, all belong to me… that’s what I mean by ‘on track’.”
An’s dignified cheeks flushed with a blush, and she spoke softly, like a shy girl confessing to her beloved.
But the implications in her words didn’t evoke sweetness at all.
“What—”
Muen’s mind went blank.
In those brief moments, Muen’s brain received too much stimulation, leaving him momentarily overwhelmed and unable to react.
Just then, that faint floral scent surged into Muen’s nostrils again, jolting his nerves and bringing him back to consciousness. But Muen wished he hadn’t woken up.
Because he remembered this scent.
“Why didn’t I realize it sooner?”
In the premonitory dream, the assailant who was supposed to torture him, whether in voice or appearance, had become blurred for some reason.
Except for one thing that hadn’t changed.
That was the mysterious floral scent that always lingered around her, its origin unknown. And that scent, identical to the fragrance emanating from An at this moment…
With this realization, Muen couldn’t help but slowly turn his head to look at An, who was so close to him.
The typically dignified An was now tightly embracing Muen, greedily sniffing his scent, occasionally licking his cheek or neck, then revealing a satisfaction akin to savoring a delicious meal.
The unhealthy flush on her face hadn’t faded since earlier!
And now, Muen finally realized what emotions were hidden deep in An’s eyes, emotions that she couldn’t conceal and unintentionally leaked out—what they were.
It was a possessiveness that could completely engulf a person, like an abyss with no bottom in sight.
“So… that’s it?”
“The truth behind the Black Book’s premonitory dreams.”
“An, who has been by my side day and night as my personal maid… is actually a yandere?”
Putting all the pieces together, Muen felt his teeth chattering.
Indeed, many people enjoy reading about yandere plotlines in novels or anime, but enjoying it and actually being ensnared by a yandere are two very different concepts.
Especially with the extreme yandere who knocks you out and imprisons you at the drop of a hat— that’s seriously life-threatening! Looks like I’m going to need a body double to keep my head safe!
“This is all wrong, very wrong!”
“Normally, shouldn’t this kind of yandere plot happen to the protagonist?”
“Who am I, just a mere supporting villain, to deserve this?”
“Where’s the protagonist? Protagonist, where are you? Hurry up and come save me!”
So… that’s it?”
“The truth behind the Black Book’s premonitory dreams.”
“An, who has been by my side day and night as my personal maid… is actually a yandere?”