The Mad Commander is Obsessive (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
I’m thirsty.
My whole body felt parched and brittle.
I felt like dry grass left behind on cracked earth.
Water.
Delia felt an agonizing thirst, as if she were desiccated grass crumbling to dust.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if she simply turned to powder and vanished.
I want to drink water.
An unfamiliar sensation brushed against Delia’s lips as she struggled to find water.
Something cool and firm softly stroked her lips.
Delia unconsciously turned her head toward the water, but it vanished immediately.
Not enough. Just a little more.
As if hearing Delia’s silent plea, something touched her lips again.
Moisture seeped into her lips.
But it was woefully insufficient.
A single drop of water falling onto dry, cracked earth disappeared without a trace.
The presence stroking her lips tried to pull away again.
Desperate, Delia instinctively opened her mouth.
“This is awkward. You’re asleep—I can’t just give you water from a cup.”
A chuckle-laced baritone voice seeped into Delia’s ear.
Even through her dizziness, she sensed it clearly.
It was an unfamiliar voice.
“Shall I feed it to you mouth to mouth?”
Delia’s eyes snapped open at the teasing remark.
Her vision was blurry, likely from having kept her eyes closed for so long.
Yet even through the haze, his silver hair stood out vividly.
“Oh? You’re awake? Feeling more alert now?”
Her lethargic body tensed instantly with alarm.
Every nerve stood on edge.
Thus, she felt it even more distinctly—
his fingers resting on her lips.
“What are you doing right now?”
The rough, cracked quality of her voice carried unmistakable wariness.
The man slowly withdrew his fingers from the woman’s lips.
“You seemed parched, so I helped. Pity. I was going to feed you mouth to mouth if you’d kept sleeping.”
He pulled out a pristine white handkerchief and wiped the moisture from his fingers.
Delia frowned, struggling to focus her vision properly.
A stranger.
Sensing danger, Delia snapped harshly,
“Who are you?”
The man’s eyes widened in apparent surprise at Delia’s question.
He tilted his head thoughtfully, then rose and leaned closer over the bed.
His silvery-gray eyes bore down on Delia intently.
“Don’t you remember? You were captured. By me.”
Delia’s foggy mind cleared instantly.
All her memories surged back like an incoming tide, accompanied by the man’s ash-gray gaze.
She’d been caught in the Imperial soldiers’ trap while trying to rescue Jer and the other prisoners.
Even the memory of the excruciating treatment she’d endured for her wounded arm returned.
“Oh.”
Recalling her circumstances, Delia let out a deep sigh.
Overwhelmed by dizziness, her eyes shut involuntarily.
This was a dire, life-or-death crisis.
A kingdom’s princess captured as a prisoner of war by the enemy—
She turned her head away, unwilling to face this grim reality.
But immediately, the man’s hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn back toward him.
“Could you have lost your memory from the shock?”
He forcibly lifted Delia’s closed eyelid.
Flustered by the forced exposure, Delia’s eyes darted around wildly.
The man scrutinized her fleeing pupils relentlessly, unwilling to miss even the slightest flicker of blue.
“Then I’d better take you back to your homeland right away.”
The man watching Delia declared this as if granting her a favor.
“Don’t worry. Though you’re a prisoner of the enemy, I’ll take good care of you until your memories return.”
After all, a prisoner with amnesia was useless.
Aaron smiled contentedly, satisfied with his logical solution.
Infuriated by the man’s smile, Delia shouted roughly,
“I remember everything. I remember it all, so take your hand off me.”
Delia tried to swat his hand away but winced in pain.
A dull ache radiated from the area where her gunshot wound had been treated.
Moreover, her wrists were bound, preventing her from moving freely.
“What is this? Why have you tied me up?”
The man tilted his head, studying Delia with curiosity.
“Do you really remember?”
Delia swallowed hard.
He was observing her from far too close.
His gaze was piercingly sharp, as if it could see right through her.
“I said I remember.”
Delia shuddered, recalling the silvery-gray eyes that had glittered sharply in the darkness.
The man gave a small, amused smile as he watched Delia tremble.
“Well, why ask then? You were captured—you’re a prisoner. Naturally, I’d bind you to keep you from escaping.”
Despite his languid tone, his words were chilling.
The reality of being held captive among enemy soldiers jabbed sharply at Delia.
This wasn’t a time to lie still.
Delia tensed, trying to sit up.
But her body wouldn’t cooperate after lying down for so long.
“Oh, you must still be weak.”
Reading her intent, the man wrapped an arm around her back and gently lifted her up.
Her face pressed against his firm chest.
She wanted to push him away, but had no strength to do so.
Could she possibly escape from here in this state?
Having been helped upright with great difficulty, Delia suppressed her anxiety and looked at the man.
“Explain the situation.”
“Drink some water first.”
“Where am I? How much time has passed?”
“Aren’t you thirsty?”
“What about the other prisoners? Why am I the only one kept here?”
“Shall I feed it to you mouth to mouth?”
Frustrated by their parallel lines of conversation, Delia fell silent.
The sudden quiet made her more acutely aware of the man’s supporting strength.
His eyes, looking down at her, sparkled with the delight of a child who’d just found an intriguing toy.
Finally, Delia frowned and held out her bound hands.
“Give me water.”
The cool touch of a cup met her palms.
“What a shame. I was really hoping to try that.”
Ignoring the man’s disappointed mutter, Delia drank the water.
As the liquid filled her parched body, her mind grew clearer.
After finishing the last drop, she quickly scanned her surroundings.
Given the luxurious tent—utterly out of place on a battlefield—he was clearly high-ranking.
That meant his position was deep within the enemy camp.
Even if she escaped him, she’d still need to break through layers of enemy lines.
Delia slowly handed the empty cup back to the man and asked,
“Well, I’ve finished the water. Now explain. Where exactly am I?”
Only then did the man release her and take the cup.
“This is the Stilietz Imperial Army’s camp.”
“More precise location?”
“Half a day’s journey northwest of the Alden Plateau.”
“So it’s the same spot where the prisoners were bound.”
The man gave a faint smile at Delia’s question and set the cup on the table.
“That’s right. We haven’t moved from here.”
“Then what about the Imperial soldiers I saw? They were clearly heading toward the royal capital.”
“The main force departed for the capital, yes.”
“So this place is…?”
Returning to his chair, the man rested his elbow on the armrest.
Leaning forward with his chin propped on his hand, he studied Delia intently.
“A trap—to catch you.”
“A trap?”
Delia blinked, looking at the man.
The cool impression of his silver hair sent a chill down her spine.
“A trap set to capture the enemy leader who kept playfully threatening the Imperial Army.”
Delia bit her lip and met his ash-gray eyes fixed on her.
“What about the other prisoners?”
“Bait. Once they served their purpose as bait…”
Delia’s eyes narrowed instantly.
“So you killed them?”
“I let them go their own way. Chasing after every little minnow is too tedious.”
After all, he’d caught something far more interesting.
The man’s eyes sparkled with keen interest at the sight of the woman, bristling like a hedgehog with every spine raised.
“So what will you do with me? Tie me to the stockade again? To catch something bigger?”
“No. I won’t tie you to the stockade.”
“Then what?”
“I’ll feed you water. Give you meals. Treat your wounds until you’re fully healed.”
What on earth was his scheme?
Anxious, Delia snapped harshly,
“What exactly are you trying to do? Just kill me already.”
“How could I? I went to so much trouble to catch you and treat your wounds.”
“You’re insane. That’s exactly why you shouldn’t do such things to a prisoner.”
“Whether or not to do ‘such things’ is my decision—not a prisoner’s.”
Ignoring Delia’s protest, Aaron called his waiting subordinate.
Dyke entered and stood rigidly upright, receiving his orders with military precision.
“Inform the army physician that the prisoner has awakened. Also, have soft food prepared and brought here.”
“Yes, Commander.”
After issuing the brief instructions, the man turned to Delia with a gentle smile.
“‘Prisoner-sama’?”
“You’re a precious prisoner I went through great trouble to capture. Hence, ‘Prisoner-sama.’”
Delia narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the man.
After chasing her relentlessly, laying an intricate trap to catch her, and even treating her wounds—
And now addressing her with that mocking honorific ‘Prisoner-sama.’
She’d never imagined an honorific could feel so vile.
The man met Delia’s hostile glare with an unruffled smile.
“I’ve answered quite earnestly. Now it’s your turn to answer. How old are you?”
Delia hesitated briefly.
Should she answer honestly?
His motives were utterly inscrutable—she couldn’t easily respond even to a simple question.
Before she could decide, the man, unable to contain his curiosity, asked the next question.
“What do your parents do?”
Delia lifted her eyes sharply to look at him.
“Do you happen to have someone you’re betrothed to?”
His questions were veering into increasingly strange territory.
“What’s your religion?”
These weren’t conversations meant for enemies on a battlefield.
Finally unable to hold back, Delia spoke up.
“What exactly is the point of all these questions? We’re hardly in a position to ask each other such things.”
The man ran a hand lightly through his hair before answering her question.
“I need to determine your ransom value.”
“Ransom value?”
“The status of your parents could alter the direction of this war—so I must verify it, of course.”
Delia glared at him, a cold shiver running down her spine.
The smile playing at the man’s lips was dangerously alluring—enough to ensnare even him without his realizing.
Which only made it seem colder.
His silvery-gray eyes gleamed sharply, devoid of any mirth.
“Or we could negotiate with money. If you have a fiancé, your worth doubles—so I must check if you’re betrothed.”
Leaning back against the chair, his calm tone carried an underlying threat.
“And if you’re a holy maiden who’s received divine revelation, I’ll need to negotiate with the temple—so I must verify your religion as well.”
Delia glared at the man calculating her worth.
Every movement of his seemed leisurely, his expression full of playful mischief.
Yet his words held steel, and his actions showed no openings.
He was definitely no easy opponent.
If this man discovered she was a princess, he’d exploit the entire kingdom.
Overwhelmed by suffocating dread, Delia instinctively leaned back.
“Prisoner-sama, there’s no need to be so frightened.”
The man spoke softly, as if soothing her, and moved closer.
Delia flinched at the threatening undertone she sensed beneath his slow movement.
To hide her tension, she bit her lip even harder.
“I’m not savage enough to devour a frail woman without permission.”
With a fresh, innocent smile, he reached out his hand toward Delia.
“For all appearances, I’m a gentleman properly trained in courtesy toward ladies. However…”
He seized Delia’s chin firmly in one hand.
Then, sliding his thumb toward her lips, he applied gentle pressure.
Her lips, clenched tightly in resistance, parted under his subtle force.
“If a prisoner fails to behave like a proper prisoner, who knows what might happen.”
His fingers gently but insistently pried open her lips.
Delia’s red lips distorted under his touch.
“So tell me—what’s your name?”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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Wow the tension between these two is something else.
Good job Del! Looks like in the end she has won the wager.
If the fate of the crown prince is unknown, why would they send away the only other heir?