Obsessive Lust のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

"F*ck, you’re so beautiful," Liam said, his voice barely more than a hushed whisper. His eyes widened in amazement, as if the words had suddenly gotten stuck in his throat. He looked at me as if he was seeing something entirely new and something he couldn’t quite believe was real. His gaze lingered, filled with awe and admiration, making it clear that he wasn’t just talking about my outward appearance, but something deeper, more genuine. She really is, isn’t she? Zeph added with a broad, proud smile that lit up his face. Her tone carried a sense of admiration that wasn’t forced, but earned. Maybe he’d seen me when I was tired, or without makeup, but now, standing in this moment, he saw me, completely different. Liam made his way toward me, like he was drawn by an invisible force. His eyes locked onto mine, a look that said he saw beyond the surface. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stood there, studying me with an intensity that sent a strange flutter through my chest. All I

“How did you get that?” the old man snapped loudly the moment his eyes landed on the USB flash drive in my hand. His voice was filled with disbelief and suspicion. The flicker of confusion and anger flickered across his features. I looked at him with calm indifference. “Why?” I asked softly, tilting my head. “Do you have something to do with it? the moment Camille disappeared?” My voice was measured but pointed, every word aimed straight at him. “But the real question is… where is Camille?” I let that hang in the air, the tension thickening as I fixed my gaze on him while waiting for a reaction. His eyes darted nervously, and he struggled to find words. After a moment, he tried to dismiss my suspicions with a dismissive wave. “Oh, she’s just at home, relaxing for a few months,” he claimed, voice trembling slightly. “Because of the shame you brought her… as her friend.” His words carried a hollow tone, almost as if he was trying to justify what he felt was a moral failing. Yet, th

The cold air from the air conditioner brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled the covers tighter around me, trying to stay warm, feeling the chill seep through the fabric. Just as I thought I’d drift back to sleep, I noticed something tugging at the edge of my blanket. “Liam, go get your own!” I mumbled groggily, expecting it to be him again, teasing me as he often did when he was bored. I was so caught up in my exhaustion and the soft hum of the AC that I didn’t think much of it. I just shrugged, turning slightly to get more comfortable, assuming it was more of Liam’s silly game. But then, out of nowhere, I heard a sharp bark. The noise cut through the quiet room. My eyes fluttered open, fuzzy from sleep, but the sound was clear. A dog was outside, or was it? That thought made me freeze for a second. Dogs don’t usually bark inside or right next to my bed. And why would a dog be here at all? I blinked a few times, forcing my eyelids open more, trying to sha

I woke up when I heard soft rustling noises and the faint clink of glass echoing through the room. The sunlight was just starting to creep in, but more than that, I could tell Liam was already awake because the space beside me was empty. Moving slightly, I peeked over the blankets and saw him by the window, standing there with a glass of wine in his hand. He'd been drinking again. Of course. Liam really loves his wine, doesn’t he? All those evenings spent tasting different reds and whites must have become a habit by now. When I finally managed to lift my head, I asked groggily, “What time is it?” My voice sounded rough and unsure, still half-asleep. Liam turned his head at the sound of my voice, his eyes gleaming with amusement. There was that knowing smirk playing on his lips as he strolled over to me with confidence in every step, like he already knew I was awake. His smile widened a little, and he replied casually, “You’re finally awake,” followed by a small chuckle that seem

"Five years ago?" I asked Liam, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. My brow furrowed as I looked into his face, trying to grasp what he just said. It was a strange phrase to hear, especially since I hadn’t thought about that time in ages. The last five years felt blurry and disconnected like pieces of a puzzle. It wasn't the first time I’d heard something similar. Just few days ago, Zeph mentioned that time in the car. I thought that was something I don't have to think of. Still, now hearing Liam bring it up again made me start to wonder. Could there really be something important about what happened five years ago? Did I miss something? Was there a reason they kept referencing it? The truth is, I have no clear memory of what I did or what I experienced back then. My short-term memory loss makes it hard to recall anything recent, let alone events from five years ago. I only know that I was only fifteen when those years slipped past me. That age alone feels like a foggy window be