Its watchful blue eyes were deep and beautiful.
Asha smiled weakly and asked,
“Is this for me to wear?”
“……Prrr.”
The horse snorted in reply.
Asha, barely managing to get her frozen body out of the snow, saw the horse quickly drape the wolf fur over her shoulders and lie down to make it easy for her to mount.
Her slight surprise at its cleverness caused her to ask,
“By any chance, are you owned by Mr. Jackal?”
The horse glanced at her.
Asha murmured to herself,
“Just… you remind me of him.”
Indeed, earlier she had seen only its silhouette through blurry eyes and thought he had come to pick her up.
Now she realized that the horse, with its dark bluegrey mane and iceblue eyes, strongly resembled him.
“I don’t know if horses take after their owners… but you are really clever and handsome.”
The horse’s eyes widened slightly.
Asha smiled and gently stroked the horse’s mane.
Having walked alone in the cold for so long, she was just glad to have a companion.
Though it was a beast, it seemed to understand her, giving her a sense of familiarity.
“Did Mr. Jackal tell you to come get me?”
The horse squinted its eyes and slightly moved its front hoof as if to say yes.
Asha finally felt relieved.
Seeing that he had even sent the wolf fur to her, it seemed he knew exactly what situation she was in.
As soon as she clambered onto its back, the horse abruptly stood up.
Asha swayed, quickly clinging to the horse’s neck.
For some reason, the horse seemed to stiffen for a moment.
But soon it began to walk heavily and quickly.
The horse’s body was firm with muscles, yet smooth and soft.
With the thick wolf fur covering her and pressed against the horse, its body heat allowed her to bear the cold.
From its bluegrey mane came not the expected animal smell but a musky scent, like men’s perfume, mingling with the smell of snow.
That fragrance seemed to bring peace to her heart, so Asha closed her eyes and unknowingly nuzzled into its mane.
The pleasant scent and soft touch made her feel better.
She felt the horse stiffen again, but its warmth and strength relaxed her, and she soon fell asleep as if she had fainted.
The horse, glancing back at her now and then, quickened its pace.
The dark horse, contrasting the pure white snowfield, galloped through the heavy snow, carrying a blonde woman.
[This is the time separator]Soon as they arrived at the village, the members who spotted Asha widened their eyes and flocked together.
The horse that had run a long way without resting snorted “huff, huff” and coarsely breathed from its nose and mouth as it walked leisurely among them.
Then, a silverhaired man hurriedly approached and led the horse somewhere.
Avoiding the gazes of the members, he who arrived safely at the cabin, promptly locked the door and asked,
“…Did you find her in the end?”
At his words, he quickly turned into a man with thick, dark bluegray hair.
It was Jackal.
He, holding Asha in his arms with his bare body, answered seriously,
“She was lying down on the snowfield. If I had been a little later, she would have frozen to death.”
The silverhaired man sighed,
“…If you hadn’t gone to look for her, she really would have died.”
Jackal, without a word, walked to the bed and carefully laid Asha down.
He, looking intently at her newly frozen red nose and hands and feet, suddenly said,
“It’s cold.”
“Ah, yes.”
The silverhaired man hastily covered Asha’s body with several layers of quilts.
He, watching sneakily, said again,
“I’m cold, me.”
“Ah. I’m sorry.”
He finally noticed the captain standing naked and frantically brought a robe and towel.
Jackal, too, had been carrying Asha barebodied through the fierce snowstorm for a long time, and his whole body was turning a reddish hue from freezing. It was fortunate that he did not have frostbite.
The moment he put on the robe, his wide shoulders and wild horselike robust muscles moved dynamically.
Jackal dried the dampness in his hair with a towel and pulled out a bottle of liquor from the dresser, drinking it straight from the bottle.
For those living in cold regions, highproof alcohol was a necessity for survival, raising body temperature in a short time.
Meanwhile, the silverhaired man worked hard to stoke the fire in the fireplace to warm the room.
“Lieutenant.”
“Yes, captain.”
The lieutenant quickly turned around.
“I’ll chop the wood; you go out and call the doctor. And tell Yuris to bring hot water and towels and help.”
“Yes, I will.”
The lieutenant left the cabin.
Jackal, loosely wearing a blue robe over his bare body, pulled a chair close to the fireplace and sat down, gulping down the liquor again.
A trickle of alcohol flowed down his muscular chest.
He wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand and carelessly placed the bottle anywhere on top of the fireplace, poking the wood with a poker.
As his frozen body gradually regained warmth, he glanced at Asha, who was soundly asleep on the bed.
In his eyes looking at her, there was now a strange curiosity.
In fact, on the way back to the village, Jackal constantly sent scouts to check if she was still following.
The woman was slow but persistently followed them.
One of the members awkwardly scratched his head and spoke, the one who had said earlier that a man who didn’t take the woman who fell in love with him at first sight deserved to starve to death.
“Captain, I was wrong earlier. It was a joke, but you’re not angry, are you? I think we should take that woman with us. The mountain road is rough, and she’ll surely collapse before crossing the mountain.”
“……If you know you misspoke, keep your mouth shut. Those who don’t know the value of their lives need to experience it firsthand.”
At the cold words, the man closed his mouth and sneakily looked around.
Jackal, as the head of the organization, wanted to test if her determination to become a Recaon was firm.
But his expression darkened when the unexpected heavy snow began to fall.
‘…Is she still following?’
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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