When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
“These clothes won’t do.”
“How about this one, then?”
“Are you trying to drown me?”
Liz rejected each outfit Mirabel brought, one after another.
But she had good reason. Instead of something buoyant and loose-fitting, Mirabel had brought her armor!
Mirabel, nearly on the verge of tears, said,
“What should I do, then? Besides this, I only have undergarments left.”
“Then just give me the undergarments.”
“Cough, cough!”
Mirabel choked and burst into a fit of coughing.
She would rather die than see her young lady enter the water with Sir Willen wearing only undergarments.
Liz, on the other hand, didn’t think much of it.
In her previous life, she had quite enjoyed swimming—she’d practically lived at the pool. Naturally, she was very familiar with swimwear. She’d even worn a bikini, albeit briefly.
So, undergarments were no big deal.
Besides, the undergarments here weren’t like bikinis that barely covered the chest and private areas. These consisted of a corset fully covering the chest and drawers extending well below the hips.
“No way! Absolutely not!”
Unaware of this, Mirabel remained adamant.
“Why not?”
“Just… no!”
She then rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out the thickest, least sheer garment she could find.
“I really didn’t want to give you this one.”
Liz examined the black item Mirabel handed her from every angle.
It was a one-piece, body-shaping undergarment with what appeared to be waterproof padding on the chest.
“This is fine! If you had something like this, why didn’t you bring it out sooner?”
“I was saving it to wear underneath for an important banquet later… Sob… I never thought it’d be used for this.”
While Mirabel looked heartbroken, Liz was satisfied.
Aside from having no sleeves, it was quite modest. Compared to clothes from her past life, it was like a tank top paired with hot pants.
Admittedly, even that level of exposure would be considered scandalous by the standards of this world.
Without hesitation, Liz quickly stripped off her clothes and put on the one-piece undergarment.
‘Not bad.’
Ever since her body had weakened, those flowing, cumbersome robes had become unbearably bothersome. Wearing this instead felt refreshingly light and comfortable.
“Shall we go, then?”
Mirabel slipped a towel-like robe over Liz’s arms.
Liz tied the waist sash tightly and stepped out the door.
The bathhouse was empty when she entered.
“Has he not arrived yet?”
Mirabel had said she couldn’t bear to witness such an embarrassing scene and would come back only when it was nearly over.
Liz had agreed—it was better that way, for both of them.
But where was Sir Willen? He’d said he’d go ahead to prepare and wait. Had he gone to the restroom or something?
Liz tilted her head in confusion, then sat down on a chair in the corner of the bathhouse to rest while waiting. Knowing the underwater training would require more energy than expected, she didn’t want to waste strength beforehand.
A moment later—
Creak-.
The sound of the door opening echoed.
It must be Sir Willen. Time to begin.
Liz pushed herself up using the armrests of the chair and turned around.
Gasp!
She couldn’t close her mouth. Where was Sir Willen, and why…?
“C-Cain? What are you doing here…?”
The person who had entered the bathhouse was none other than Cain.
Liz stared at him, speechless, scanning him from head to toe.
Cain was dressed similarly to her—similarly… in a robe. What on earth was going on?
Liz stared at Cain with a bewildered expression, demanding an explanation.
“Let’s start the training.”
Wait—she’d asked for an explanation! Hold on… what exactly was he suggesting?
“Training? Why would I train with you?”
“Would you prefer to do it alone? The water is quite deep.”
“…?”
What was he even talking about?
“Where’s Sir Willen?”
“He had an urgent matter and left.”
“…?”
What was this sudden, uneasy feeling?
Had Sir Willen really left because of something urgent?
“And…”
Cain took a step closer and untied the knot of his robe.
His movements were slow yet sensual, causing Liz to unconsciously swallow hard.
“After looking into him, I found he has some… issues.”
“Issues?”
“He’s a bit loose-lipped. Apparently, in private, he holds little ‘critique sessions’ about the noble ladies he’s served. I doubt you’d want to be part of that commentary, would you?”
“…Of course not.”
But when had he managed to investigate all that?
“In any case, I’ll be handling your training from now on. I’ve already informed your mother.”
“What did Mother say? Didn’t she object?”
“Object? She seemed pleased, actually. She said having a family member take charge means there’s no risk of rumors leaking outside.”
Mother really… Come to think of it, that man would’ve actually been safer.
Safer than this dangerously handsome servant in disguise—the Crown Prince himself.
While she was lost in thought, the knot came completely undone.
Cain’s robe slid smoothly off his body and dropped to the floor.
Revealed were smooth skin, gently contoured pectorals, and firm, washboard abs. His trousers, hanging low on his hips to expose the iliac crests, ended mid-thigh.
Whoa-.
Even though she’d resolved to stay composed, his undeniably masculine physique made her eyes widen involuntarily.
As she unintentionally admired his body, Cain spoke.
“You’ll need to take your clothes off too, my lady.”
“M-Me too?”
Seeing Liz’s wide-eyed, rabbit-like expression, Cain tilted his head slightly and asked,
“Were you planning to do it while still dressed?”
“Well… no, but…”
“Shall I help you undress?”
As Cain stepped forward, Liz instinctively shrieked and stumbled backward.
“Don’t you dare! Stay back!”
Clutching the front of her robe tighter, Liz spoke, and Cain replied with an innocent, puzzled look.
“Why so suddenly? This is what I’ve always done for you.”
Ah… right. Liz finally remembered.
Yes, it was indeed what Cain had always done—or rather, what she had always ordered him to do.
‘Cain, could you undo the buttons on my back?’
‘Cain, my arms are stiff—could you help me undress?’
She’d used every trick in the book to seduce him. Remembering those times now made her want to bury her face in the bathtub.
How long would her past foolishness keep haunting her?
How long would it continue dragging her through shame after shame?
Surely, that distant, hazy feeling was just her imagination?
“I-I’ll do it myself.”
Liz quickly reached out toward Cain, who was about to step closer.
“Go ahead, then.”
“But… um…”
Liz stopped untying the knot and spoke.
“Could you turn around for a moment?”
“Aren’t you wearing anything underneath?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then just take it off. You’ll be seen anyway.”
He had a point. Then why did it feel so embarrassing?
With awkward movements, Liz removed her robe.
The humid air touching her bare skin felt strangely foreign.
Her earlier thought—that this outfit felt light and comfortable—had completely vanished.
Meanwhile, Cain approached, took the robe from her, and hung it on the wall.
He then tested the water temperature with the inside of his arm and, without hesitation, moved to lift Liz up.
“I-I’ll get in myself. I can do it.”
Liz spoke quickly, but it was useless.
“The floor is slippery.”
Cain effortlessly scooped her up, stepped over the railing, and entered the bath.
‘You really didn’t have to go this far.’
The firmness of his chest against her arm was intensely stimulating.
She’d tried so hard to look away.
Yet the more she tried, the more vividly she felt the slick, steam-dampened texture of his skin—intimate and alluring.
If this were before she’d realized the truth, she might have schemed endlessly just to be held in his arms. Wait—hadn’t she already tried that? Two or three times?
All of which had failed, of course.
She must have been crazy.
Why hadn’t she realized sooner?
That he wasn’t just a slave—that he was the novel’s male lead and the Empire’s future emperor—that this entire world existed for him.
At that thought, Liz snapped back to her senses, finally freeing herself from the intoxicating allure of Cain’s dazzling body.
“Put me down now.”
Once her feet touched the water, Liz pushed Cain away.
By the way…
“Have you even done this before?”
She suddenly wondered—what did he actually know about training?
“Certainly. I did it long ago during swordsmanship training. Underwater drills are common for swordsmen.”
“Really…?”
For a moment, Liz felt like teasing him.
“You claimed you spent your days chopping wood in the countryside—when exactly did you receive sword training?”
“…”.
Cain’s stiffening expression was oddly amusing.
‘What excuse will you make now, Your Highness?’
“Just… briefly. From my uncle.”
“Oh… your uncle?”
‘You mean Grand Duke Montaner, who’s scouring the world to kill you?’
She kept that last part to herself—it was absolutely not something she could say aloud, even as a joke.
“Anyway, what do we do now?”
Liz hurriedly changed the subject.
“Let’s walk one lap.”
Cain extended his hand, and Liz lightly placed hers on top. Together, they strolled around the edge of the spacious bathhouse like they were taking a leisurely walk.
They returned to their starting point.
“What next?”
When she asked the second time, Cain countered with a question.
“What’s the purpose of this training?”
“To learn dancing, of course.”
“Then we should dance.”
“Is that even possible?”
If merely walking took this much time, how could she possibly dance—requiring faster, lighter, and more agile movements—underwater?
“We have to make it possible. For your mother’s dignity.”
Heh!
He’d perfectly voiced exactly what she’d wanted to say, making Liz laugh. It seemed he understood everything after all.
In that instant, Cain suddenly stepped close, closing the distance between them abruptly.
Her vision was instantly filled with his firm chest.
Liz involuntarily gasped- and looked up at him, her body tensing instinctively.
Cain then wrapped his strong, solid arms around her waist, pulling her close as he said,
“Relax. It won’t work if you’re tense.”
Through the hazy steam, Cain’s gaze looked strangely enigmatic.
Had this man’s eyes always been like this?
Had they always been so moist and intense?
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.