His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 83: Dark Pleasure (R-18)

In the basement, Sigmund gradually approached one of the men, a muscular figure who had been following him for the past few days.

The man sat slumped against the wall, his head bowed.

Sigmund grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head up roughly.

The man's eyes remained unfocused, his mind completely under Sigmund's control.

A few days ago, a group of men appeared out of nowhere and tried to assault Sigmund, who had managed to stop the assault using his power and had even brought one of the assailants back with him.

He couldn't obtain much useful information from the man, only learning that the person who sent him was called Nigel Miles, an executive assistant of Paragon.

This raised more questions.

Why would someone from Paragon send men to follow and attack him?

Sigmund had been training his ability a lot lately, and it had evolved.

Now, he could use the Voice of Command three times a day and could even command a few people simultaneously, though commanding many people at once would lessen the brainwashing effect.

Over the years, he discovered that touching a person he was going to hypnotize enhanced its effect, especially with increased intimacy.

It was easy to use his ability to make women sleep with him, and once they did, they would become his permanent puppets, and he could control them as he pleased without exerting his power.

"Go bring Nigel Miles," Sigmund commanded, his voice dripping with malevolence.

He needed more information about the mastermind.

The man nodded obediently, standing up and moving mechanically towards the exit.

Sigmund watched him go, his eyes cold and calculating.

He turned his attention to the other captives, ignoring their presence as he ascended back to the main floor.

Returning to the bedroom, he found his new puppet awake and sitting on the bed.

Her upper body was exposed, but she made no effort to cover herself.

Her eyes were empty, but when she saw him, a smile spread across her face.

Sigmund sat on the bed, his hand trailing up from her waist to her breast, groping it roughly.

Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear, "Sora, I want you to keep an eye on Shuri Lee and report her daily activities to me."

Sora nodded, her vacant eyes lighting up with a twisted eagerness.

Sigmund smiled, pleased with his new puppet's obedience.

He knew that with Sora's help, he would soon get hold of Shuri, furthering his plans and solidifying his power.

Satisfied, Sigmund allowed himself a moment of dark pleasure as he continued to caress Sora.

His mind wandered, imagining Shuri in her place.

The thought of having her under his control sent a shiver of excitement through him.

As he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against Sora's neck, but in his mind, it was Shuri's soft skin beneath his touch.

His hands roamed over Sora's body, but he envisioned Shuri's curves, her warmth, her submission.

The obsession with making Shuri his puppet consumed him, fueling his desire.

With a rough urgency, he pushed Sora back onto the bed, his movements once again fueled by the fantasy of dominating Shuri.

His hands gripped her waist tightly as he entered Sora, his eyes closed, lost in the vision of Shuri beneath him.

Each thrust was filled with the image of Shuri's face, the thought of her surrendering to his power.

Sora's vacant moans filled the room, but to Sigmund, it was Shuri's voice, pleading and submissive.

"Shuri..." he whispered hoarsely, his pace quickening, driven by the fantasy. "You will be mine."

Sora's body responded mechanically, moving in sync with his rhythm, but Sigmund's mind was entirely elsewhere.

He imagined Shuri's resistance melting away, her becoming his beautiful, perfect puppet, obedient and entranced by his power.

The climax built within him, fueled by the dark obsession.

As he reached the peak, he buried his face in Sora's neck, muffling his groans.

In his mind, it was Shuri he was claiming, Shuri he was conquering.

...

Inside a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Shuri sat in the backseat of the luxury car, with Noran by her side.

Ever since the incident, Noran had been picking her up from work every day.

Knowing he was worried about her safety, Shuri didn't resist his overprotectiveness.

"Did anything unusual happen today?" Noran asked, his voice laced with concern.

Shuri squeezed Noran's hand to reassure him. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

There hadn't been any suspicious people coming to the clinic.

Everything seemed normal, except that one of her veterinary assistants had been away on sick leave.

She hadn't seen Sora in a couple of days and was starting to get worried about her condition.

Noran held Shuri's hand but remained silent, his brows furrowed deeply.

"What's the matter?" Shuri asked, noticing his troubled expression.

Noran looked at her, hesitating.

His lips moved, but no words came out.

He didn't know whether he should confide in her, not wanting to scare her.

He had his men monitor Sigmund for a few days, and they reported nothing suspicious.

However, when he sent another group of men to warn Sigmund to stay away from Shuri, they returned with no memory of the event, and one was missing.

The situation was indeed bizarre.

Seeing his hesitation, Shuri prompted, "Is it about work?"

"No," he replied, but his brief answer only made Shuri more curious.

"Are you worried about me?" she asked gently.

Noran nodded almost immediately.

Shuri pondered for a moment.

Noran couldn't be worried about her health, as her recovery was going well, and her medical examination report showed that she was perfectly healthy.

Then she concluded, "Is it related to what happened before? Do you think that I'm in danger?"

Noran's eyes widened slightly at her question as if she had hit the jackpot.

Then he smiled a little. "My Rin is really bright. I can't hide anything from you."

Shuri had always been special, someone who could see through him and get answers out of him.

Was it because of her special ability?

As if reading his mind, Shuri answered with a smile, "It's because I know you well, Ran."

Since their first life, his only concern had always been her, so it wasn't tough to guess.

"But you're already doing so much to ensure my safety."

Shuri knew Noran had sent men to safeguard her clinic. Moreover, Karlene regularly accompanied her to work, and Noran would personally pick her up from the clinic.

Shuri couldn't ask for more protection.

"Rin, you got hurt by someone you know. I can't trust the people around you," Noran said, his voice heavy with concern.

Shuri understood his worry.

She had never expected Jacob to attack her without reason.

To find out what had triggered him, she had recently visited Jacob in the psychiatric ward and realized he had suffered a mental breakdown and couldn't communicate.

Shuri wasn't gullible; she knew something weird was going on, but she just couldn't connect the dots.

"Don't worry, I'll be more careful of those around me," Shuri assured him.

Noran's expression remained tense.

Then, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an elegant box, its exterior covered in rich, dark velvet, indicating its luxurious nature.

"I will worry less if you accept this," Noran said, and he opened the box to reveal a stunning necklace.

The centerpiece was a pink gemstone, intricately cut into the shape of a butterfly.

It sparkled under the car's interior lights, catching Shuri's breath.

"It's beautiful," she said, genuinely impressed by the craftsmanship. "But today isn't a special occasion. Why are you suddenly giving me this?"

"Do I need to wait until an occasion to give my fiancée a gift?" Noran smiled warmly before adding with honest sincerity, "Please accept it, Rin. I had this specially made for you. It also has a tracking purpose. If anything were to happen to you, I'd be able to know where you are."

Shuri's expression shifted from admiration to contemplation.

She understood his concern and the need for such a precaution, but did he really need to put a tracker on her? Wasn't this going a bit too far?

Little did Shuri know that Noran was just following what Karlene did in their previous life.

Seeing her hesitation, Noran's eyes took on a pleading look, silently urging her to accept the beautiful necklace. freewebnoveℓ.com

Shuri couldn't refuse.

She shook her head with a resigned smile. "Alright, stop looking at me like that. If this will ease your worry, I'll wear it."

Noran's smile grew a little wider, filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Rin."

He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. The butterfly pendant rested elegantly against her collarbone, the pink gemstone reflecting the light beautifully.

"It suits you perfectly," Noran said softly, his fingers lingering on the pendant that reminded him of the pink blessing for a moment before he pulled back.

Shuri touched the pendant lightly, feeling its smooth surface.

"I promise to keep it on," she said, looking into his eyes. "And I'll be extra careful."

Noran leaned in and kissed her forehead, the gesture filling the car with a warm, comforting atmosphere.

As they arrived at the apartment car park, the driver smoothly brought the car to a stop, and they both exited the car with Happy.

Noran stayed close to Shuri protectively as they walked toward the lift.

As if remembering something, he began, "Also, be careful of Karlene. She seems to be under his influence..."

"What did you just say?"

Suddenly, Karlene's angry voice rang out from behind, cutting him off.

Both Shuri and Noran turned around and saw Karlene, glaring at Noran, and standing next to her was a man Noran was very familiar with – Roy.