The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me

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This crazy punk.

"I've always been imagining it."

Why are you imagining that?

Following yesterday's Yurtha, this time it's Richard. What karma did I build in my past life—?

"I've been looking for a maid for a long time, but I can't believe we're meeting like this. I guess we're destined."

"—Isn't it an ill-fated relationship?"

"It's fate."

Maybe it was because I met Yurtha, so I didn't want to continue talking with someone who couldn't understand.

And weren't you trying to kill me?

"—Why did you look for me?"

Are you going to kill me?

Still, I thought I gave him the best treatment.

I change dog bowls to clean white plates, share my desserts, and let him peel potatoes for fun.

Suddenly, I felt unfair thinking about the past.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Now that the situation has been driven to the end of the cliff, there seems to be no way to run away.

I close my eyes like that.

"What do you mean kill? Do you mean me to the maid?"

"...Why did you look for me then?"

"Because it's fate."

Someone, please swear for me.

I glared at the nonsense that fluttered with sorrowful eyes.

"If you look at me with such a hot gaze, my blood is rushing."

"...Blood rushing?"

"I'm talking about the thing below."

Ah, this crazy bastard.

I don't know how many times l repeated this today.

"I'm here to pick up the maid. Come with me, maid."

"If I have a choice, I will refuse—"

"Unfortunately, you didn't have a choice."

Then this is kidnapping!

I'm already frustrated that I'm possessed by a BL novel, but I can't believe I'm being kidnapped like this.