As Yune said, Yurik’s room was really monotonous. The only thing that caught my eye was a bookshelf filled with picture books. The thickness indicated that they were popup books, and other than that, everything was so ordinary that it made me more irritable.
But Yurik wanted to show me something more and pulled my hand. He had me sit in a chair and wait, then headed towards the bed.
As he turned away, I let out a deep sigh and discovered a bunch of keys on the desk. There was no decorative ring I had picked out.
“…The decorative ring is missing.”
I said to myself, but Yurik seemed to hear my voice and stood up.
“I’m keeping the decorative ring separately. It’s too precious to use.”
“……. ”
“I have something I want to do with you other than that.”
What Yurik handed me was a box. I didn’t know what he wanted to do, so I just nodded without interest.
When Yurik opened the box, I focused on the unexpected item inside. It was a bundle of money.
“Why are you showing me this?”
“It’s all yours.”
……Why are you doing this?
“Yurik.”
“Come on, pick it up quickly.”
“……Did you eat something wrong?”
I needed money, but I didn’t feel entirely good about accepting it out of pity. I was just staring at the banknotes, not knowing what to say, when I noticed something strange.
“It’s fake money.”
Looking closely, one of the drawings on the banknote was different from the real one.
“It’s toy money. If you look here at the bottom, it says ‘Hosha Village Toy Store’ in small letters.”
It was true. Once I knew that it was fake money in front of me, I felt inexplicably disappointed.
“Don’t you want to tear it?”
“Huh? Tear it?”
“This. Money.”
“……?”
“Shall I show you?”
What?
He held a bundle of money in his hand and started tearing it. Snip[] Snip[]. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room. Shredded banknotes filled Yurik’s hands, and he flung the wad into the air.
Amid the slowly falling pieces, Yurik wore a bright smile. Then he grabbed another bundle and handed it to me.
“You can’t really tear real money, can you? Instead, when I feel depressed or angry or tired, I tear this money. And then I throw it away.”
It was an exciting way to relieve stress.
He urged me to tear the money quickly. As the pieces settled on the floor, I timidly tore the bill. Rip—a pleasant sound was heard.
“Tear it harder, Lise.”
At Yurik’s voice, I tore the money harder. I felt a sense of relief with the roughly torn bill. Strangely, I felt good. I saw myself not being afraid of doing something wrong, and I felt there was no longer anything to be afraid of.
Yurik and I began to tear the money in earnest. We threw handfuls of pieces into the air and blew on them. The pieces stuck to Yurik’s head and face.
It was a bit funny, so when I laughed, Yurik playfully sprinkled pieces at me. We were busy tearing money and laughing.
“Toss it like this, higher! Even higher!”
“Like this? Ah!”
I slipped and fell while tossing the bill pieces higher. Fortunately, it was on a soft bed, so there was no pain.
“Lise! Are you okay?”
“……No. I feel faint.”
“Let’s go to the hospital, quickly!”
“Do we still have money left?”
At my question, Yurik looked at the empty box and shook his head. Only then did I realize how strange a thing I had done.
Tearing fake money, Yurik!
I was amused and laughed at his neverbeforeseen way of relieving stress in the original work. I felt eyes from behind. Turning my head, I met Yurik’s blue eyes. My reflection was in them, and I stared intently.
Yurik’s face gradually turned red. He hastily lay down on the bed.
“……How do you feel?”
“Huh?”
“You were not well.”
He was being considerate.
“It was great.”
“I’m glad……. I was worried if you kept being troubled.”
“Why tear money of all things?”
“I hate money. You’ll understand when you see my grandfather.”
Yurik’s voice dropped slightly. I wondered if I had ever imagined such a voice from ‘Yurik Fenton.’, a character I had only read about in a book.
When I first saw Yurik, I thought of him as a different person from the original protagonist, and it still felt the same. He was unfamiliar and always new.
“Lise, what do you hate and what do you like?”
At Yurik’s question, I pondered. There were too many things I disliked to know where to start, and I found it hard to say what I liked since there was nothing in particular. But I didn’t want the conversation to end like this, so I tried to think as hard as I could.
“Ah, do you know how to play the violin?”
“Violin?”
I wanted to brag about the first instrument I had learned to play.
“Yeah, I happened to learn it, and it was amazing. I can only make two sounds so far, though. I want to learn other sounds soon.”
I chattered on, excited. After telling Yurik everything about it, I realized I had been too presumptuous.
Yurik could have been proficient at playing the violin. If so, I would only have embarrassed myself in front of an expert.
“Ah, sorry. Did I act like a knowitall?”
“No. Not at all. I don’t know anything about the violin.”
“Then my story must have been boring.”
“Why would you think that? I was listening with interest.”
At Yurik’s words, I was relieved. Since we were on the subject, I wanted to talk more, but the door opened again.
“Young master, miss. Dinner is ready, so please come down to the dining room.”
It was a maid of the Fenton family.
Dinner……. Would it be okay for me to be there? More than that, I didn’t have the confidence to face the Duke.
“Lise.”
Yurik tapped the back of my hand.
“Let’s go together.”
Yurik smiled faintly. Relieved by that smile, I went down to the bed. The room was filled with scattered pieces of paper money. Just as I vowed to clean up after eating, something caught my eye.
It was a violin case. The old case’s corners were tattered and worn. On that worn fabric, Yurik’s name was faintly engraved.
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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