“Why? Can you feel it?”

“No. I’m a Beta, remember.”

There was a time when I’d felt strangely aroused. My body had heated up like I was entering a cycle, and I even wondered if maybe I’d manifested after all.

But considering I’ve been smothered in a dominant Alpha’s pheromones for over a month and still felt nothing... yeah, probably not.

“Seunghyuk.”

“Yes.”

“They say Alphas and Omegas connect through pheromones. Is that true?”

“I don’t know. You’re my first, Yeonsu.”

Joo Seunghyuk answered in a bashful voice, burying his face in my back. He’s been playing innocent more and more lately.

When he acts like this, it’s a bit cute—no, wait, no! It’s disturbing and scary.

Still, he didn’t take the bait.

I mean, I was asking out of pure curiosity, not to provoke him. But the fact that he jumped to feigning innocence without a single pause made it even scarier.

“They say Alphas are instinctively drawn to Omegas. Have you ever felt that? Reacting to Omega pheromones is natural, right?”

“No. Never. I hate it if it’s not my Guide. It’s disgusting. If some bastard tried spraying pheromones on me, I’d kill him.”

“R–right...”

So he can smear his pheromones all over me, but it’s disgusting when someone does it to him. What a double standard. But I guess that’s to be expected from a possessive maniac.

Honestly, I was trying to use the topic of pheromones to naturally suggest that he meet an Omega for once, but today might not be the right time for that.

I shut my mouth and went back to reading when Seunghyuk suddenly kissed my neck. I flinched instinctively.

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“No... I thought you were going to bite me.”

“Would you hate it if I did?”

“...Not really, but it would hurt.”

“I’ll do it so it doesn’t hurt.”

You crazy bastard—how the hell can biting not hurt?

But trying to reason with a yandere is a losing battle.

“But if it leaves a mark, I’d be embarrassed... Other people might see it...”

“What bastard is looking at Lee Yeonsu?”

Seunghyuk’s tone suddenly turned cold.

Seriously? Is that something to get mad about?

Caught off guard, I felt the chill of his mana stir and scrambled to defuse the situation.

“I just meant it might be visible even if I don’t want it to be.”

“Right. If it’s in front of them, they’ll see it.”

...That was surprisingly reasonable?

“Yeah. If it’s right in front of someone, of course they’ll see it.”

“Hyung draws people’s eyes.”

...Huh? The flow of this conversation feels a little off.

“No, I mean, it’s not because I’m special. Anyone would be seen if they were right in front of—”

“School is too dangerous after all.”

Seunghyuk murmured as he slowly traced the kiss mark with one long finger.

“Hyung, should we live alone on a deserted island?”

...What? I was just reading a book—how did “deserted island imprisonment” become one of my dialogue options all of a sudden?

Seriously, in the world of captivity-trauma romances, you can never let your guard down.

“Wouldn’t living on a deserted island be hard? It’d be tough to find food, no electricity, we’d have to build a house...”

“If all that gets resolved, would you live there with me?”

He asked seriously. Anyone else might think he was joking with a straight face, but I knew better. If I said yes, I’d be shipped off to an island immediately.

“W–well...”

“If you don’t like the island, my place is fine too.”

So I have two options: “deserted island imprisonment” or “yandere’s house imprisonment”? No third choice?

“That’s... that’s nice too, but isn’t school life fun? I enjoy going to school with you...”

“You enjoy it?”

“Yeah. I want to keep going to school with you. Make memories... You can’t really do that on an island.”

Or if I’m locked up at your house, either...

“You want to make memories with me?”

“Yeah.”

“You really are such a fox, Lee Yeonsu.”

What part of that made me sound like a fox? I was just desperately trying to dodge the imprisonment flags...

I absolutely could not agree, but Seunghyuk chuckled lowly and sat down beside me.

“Hyung, it’s already May.”

“It is, huh.”

The topic changed.

...Does that mean I avoided the imprisonment ending? I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and quickly replied.

Without even realizing it, it had already become May under this obsessive bastard’s thumb. He was clinging to me even more than before.

I had hoped, deep down, that I was just a passing ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) obsession—that he’d lose interest over time. But that hope was slowly crumbling.

“Do you know what May is known for?”

“Family month, right?”

It was such an easy question, but I still got nervous because Seunghyuk was the one asking.

“And?”

“And? Is there more?”

Seunghyuk stared at my face, then lifted the corners of his mouth.

“May brides.”

“......”

“May is the perfect month for weddings.”

“...Right...”

I dodged imprisonment only to land in the trap of marriage. Since getting entangled with Seunghyuk, I hadn’t had a single peaceful day.

“Should we go look at rings?”

“...I–isn’t getting married within the month a bit too rushed?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything.”

Shit. So Seunghyuk was also a marriage-obsessed yandere?! Why didn’t the original novel mention this?!

“But it’s the middle of the semester. Isn’t it a little too soon...”

“Hyung, are you going to take responsibility for my purity?”

On top of everything else, he was a purity-obsessed yandere too.

Every time he said that, I wanted to scream. But since I couldn’t remember what happened that night, I had no way to argue back.

All I could do was blame my instincts for seeking him out even when drunk.

“Yeah... but don’t you think it’s too early to get married right now?”

“Then how about couple rings?”

“Couple rings?”

“Yeah. Couple rings. We don’t even have those yet.”

Sharing couple rings with a yandere? That was practically a shackle.

“That’s a bit... I don’t really wear rings...”

Just as I was about to use the excuse that I don’t wear rings, Seunghyuk smiled and cut me off.

“Don’t like couple rings? Then how about engagement rings?”

...Engagement?

I was genuinely startled when I heard that. It felt more real than marriage.

With an engagement, it might actually happen within the month.

“N–no...”

I shook my head cautiously. Engagement rings were a hard no.

“Then wedding rings it is?”

Wait. On second thought, even if I hated the idea of getting engaged, wedding rings were probably the worst option of all. Once we bought those, there was no going back.

I quickly grabbed Seunghyuk’s hand.

“Let’s do couple rings!”

“Wouldn’t wedding rings be better?”

“Still, we should take it one step at a time. Starting with couple rings makes more sense.”

“Okay. Then let’s go buy them after class today.”

Seunghyuk smiled sweetly, his eyes crinkling. For some reason, it felt like I’d just lost—but there was no escape.

“Ugh... okay.”

I nodded reluctantly.

“Any design you want?”

“Ah, it’s training time.”

No matter how scary the yandere was, I couldn’t let him drag me around any longer. I glanced at the wall clock and changed the subject.

“We’ve got to put on our uniforms. Let’s get ready.”

As I stood up, Seunghyuk grabbed my hand. He stared at me silently.

Did I make it too obvious?

Maybe he’d seen right through me—that I didn’t want marriage or even rings. I racked my brain to salvage the situation, but Seunghyuk just smiled faintly.

“Hyung, help me get dressed.”

“Huh?”

“I want you to dress me.”

His ears turned red. Was he... embarrassed?

His shy expression was kind of cute—no, stop it, Yeonsu! Don’t fall for his face!

This was the same bastard who wiped out a bunch of A-rank Espers. Just a minute ago, he was ready to drag me to a deserted island.

Just because a black panther acts like a kitten doesn’t mean it is one. If I let my guard down, I’ll get mauled. I must never forget what he really is.

“Alright. I’ll dress you.”

I quickly got up and opened the wardrobe. Inside, our uniforms hung side by side.

How did it come to this...

I’d ended up as Joo Seunghyuk’s designated Guide, our schedules adjusted so we could train together. Since we had overlapping free time, we’d spend it in the dorms, change into uniforms, and head out together.

Before I knew it, one section of my wardrobe had become Seunghyuk’s uniform corner.

I didn’t even know when he’d brought them over. But I couldn’t ask him to take them back.

God knows what would happen if I tried.

And so, this situation continued.

I took out the black Esper uniform and walked over to him.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans.

“Okay, arms up.”

“Arms up?”

“You said you wanted me to dress you. You need to lift your arms.”

“Ah, okay.”

Seunghyuk calmly raised both arms.

I carefully pulled his shirt off, making sure not to mess up his hair. But then he suddenly burst into laughter.

“What?”

“I didn’t think hyung would undress me too.”

“....”

Did he just mean for me to help with the jacket or something?

Come to think of it, what the hell am I doing? I’ve gotten too used to his clinginess—I can’t believe I undressed him without hesitation. He’s not Minsu or Gyeongsu—he’s a yandere.

My face flushed with embarrassment.

“Why are you just standing there? You should take off my pants too.”

“N–no!”

“No what?”

Seunghyuk raised one eyebrow, smirking. I shook my head and backed away, and he stepped forward in response.

The dorm room was small. After just a few steps, my back hit the wall. When Seunghyuk braced himself against the wall, I was effectively caged in his arms.

“I–it’s getting late. Let’s just change separately today.”

“You’re right.”

He glanced at the wall clock and chuckled. But he didn’t let go.

His lips met mine. A faint trace of his cologne brushed past my nose.

If I were an Omega, I probably would have smelled his pheromones instead.