His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 90: Shoot Him

Sigmund entered his bedroom, his gaze quickly landing on the girl lying face down on the bed, her bare back exposed.

Bruises and cuts marred her once flawless skin, hastily bandaged by the doctor who had treated her injuries.

Sigmund frowned, clearly annoyed by her damaged and broken appearance.

Shuri had been his highly valued puppet, second only to Noran.

Yet, each time he attempted to turn her into his permanent puppet through making love to her, he was plagued by a severe headache that forced him to stop.

Frustrated by his inability to conquer her as he pleased, Sigmund had lashed out in rage last night, leaving her in this broken state.

Now, he regretted hurting her, as her body no longer looked as appealing. It would take weeks for her to regain her previous physical allure.

He walked over to the bed and gently lifted Shuri, placing her on his lap. She offered no resistance, allowing him to move her like a broken doll. He touched the side of her face, which remained unscathed, retaining its alluring beauty that perfectly suited his taste.

"I'm really afraid of you running away," Sigmund murmured. "Since I can't turn you into a permanent puppet, I need to put a leash on you."

He took out a collar, sleek and metallic, with intricate circuitry etched into its surface. Then, his eyes fell on the pink butterfly necklace around Shuri's neck, the one Noran had gifted her.

A scowl twisted his features.

"You don't need this anymore," he snarled, yanking the necklace away with a violent jerk and throwing it aside.

The delicate piece of jewelry clattered to the floor, its pink gemstone glinting in the dim light.

Then, he clicked the collar around her neck. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Pulling her back, Sigmund admired Shuri with a sadistic smile. "It looks so good on you. I was right to have this made specially for you. I should design one for your fiancé, too."

Shuri continued to stare blankly like a doll. Sigmund caressed her face, relishing her beauty. Just as he was about to steal a kiss, another headache struck him.

"Ugh!" he growled, releasing Shuri.

The headaches were becoming worse, constantly interfering with his intimate moments with Shuri. Even painkillers had no effect, frustrating him to no end.

As he tried to shake off the headache, a servant entered the room, looking anxious.

"Master, we have a problem," the servant said, his voice trembling.

"What is it now?" Sigmund snapped, irritation clear in his tone.

"Mr. Kingston... he's escaped from his confinement."

Sigmund's eyes widened in shock and anger. "What? How did you all let him escape?"

The servant could only bow his head, unable to offer an explanation. Sigmund's mind raced with frustration and anger. He was about to order his men to find Noran when a thought struck him.

He turned to look down at Shuri, who was still seated on the bed, her gaze blank and unseeing.

A sinister smile crept across his face.

"Your precious fiancé is really a handful," he mused aloud. "I'll have no choice but to give him a harsh punishment this time so he can't escape anymore."

He patted Shuri's head, his touch deceptively gentle. "Shuri, I'll need you to help me capture him, alright?"

"Yes, Master," Shuri replied, her voice monotone and devoid of emotion.

...

Noran moved from floor to floor, guided by his divine blessing, taking down any men who opposed him. Finally, the pink butterfly led him to a massive door at the end of the quiet hallway on the third floor.

Noran was taken aback to find the door unlocked. Despite sensing it was a trap, his overwhelming desire to save Shuri drove him to enter the room.

As he entered, he found himself in a vast, dark room, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through a large floor-to-ceiling window. The space felt oppressive, the silence amplifying his unease. Shadows danced around him, creating an eerie atmosphere that made his heart race faster.

As he ventured deeper into the room, two men emerged from the shadows behind him and attacked.

Noran's movements were fluid and graceful as he fought them off, each strike precise and powerful. He dispatched the first man with a punch to the throat and spun around to kick the second man in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall.

More men emerged from the shadows to attack him, and Noran defeated them effortlessly. As he took down the last attacker, he noticed the pink butterfly fluttering past him from the corner of his eye.

As he turned to follow the butterfly, his breath caught in his throat.

There, standing a distance away, was Shuri with a gun aimed directly at him.

His eyes widened in shock, unable to comprehend the sight before him.

"Rin..." His body trembled, not from the sight of the gun pointed at him, but from the bruises and injuries marring her once flawless skin. The sight of her battered and broken form, clad in a white silk lingerie dress, struck him with a pain far worse than any physical wound.

His heart twisted, feeling as if it were being torn apart.

"Y-You're hurt..." His voice cracked, the words barely escaping his lips. His body instinctively took a step closer to her, his need to hold her overriding the threat she posed. He couldn't register that she was pointing a gun at him, only that she was suffering.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the room, and Noran stopped moving.

The bullet missed him by inches, a clear warning that she didn't want him near. Her gaze was blank, devoid of recognition, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. His heart ached even more at her lifeless eyes, the soul he loved seemingly absent.

"Why...?" Noran's voice was thick with anguish, his eyes reflecting his deep sadness.

He bit his lip, trying to hold back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

She continued to point the gun at him, her stare empty and unfeeling.

"Rin, it's me..." he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please remember me."

But Shuri remained unresponsive, her expression vacant. Her grip on the gun was steady, unwavering.

Two men seized the opportunity to grab Noran from behind, pressing him down until he was kneeling on the floor.

Despite their hold, Noran's gaze never left Shuri. The agony of her condition cut deeper than any physical restraint, his spirit crushed by the sight of her torment.

From the shadows, Sigmund stepped into the moonlight, a sadistic smile curling on his lips.

"Your precious fiancée is quite the sight, isn't she?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "She must be in so much pain now, but she still carried out my orders perfectly."

Seeing Sigmund, Noran's sorrow instantly turned into intense rage. "You dare hurt Rin! I'll make you suffer! I'll kill you in the most horrible way!"

Before Sigmund could react, Noran shook off the two muscular men restraining him. His face contorted with rage, and every move radiated a dangerous intensity that Sigmund had clearly underestimated.

For the first time, Sigmund's smile faltered, replaced by a dawning realization of the true threat before him.

What a monster.

He had been playing with fire, trying to tame a creature far more monstrous than he had imagined.

"Shoot him in the leg!" Sigmund commanded.

"Yes, Master," Shuri replied, her tone mechanical and void of emotion.

She aimed and fired, but the bullet missed, striking the floor near Noran's foot.

Sigmund clicked his tongue in frustration, his fear mounting as Noran closed the distance between them.

"Stop resisting if you don't want your precious fiancée to die!" he shouted, desperation seeping into his voice.

As expected, Noran froze at his words, his eyes locking onto Shuri's blank stare.

The fire in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a helpless anguish.

"You see the collar on her neck?" Sigmund sneered, gesturing towards the high-tech device around Shuri's neck. "It can inject a fatal poison at my command. One word from me, and she dies."

Noran's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the collar. The cold metal encircling Shuri's neck was a constant, menacing reminder of her peril.

His hands clenched into fists, the skin over his knuckles turning white.

"Do you understand now?" Sigmund continued, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You will obey me if you want her safe."

Noran's rage simmered just beneath the surface, his body trembling with the effort to restrain himself. "Fucking coward."

Sigmund's lips curled into a smug smile. "You will soon call me Master. Now kneel, or she dies."

Noran's gaze dropped. The memory of their past life flashed before his eyes, the same scenario with Lester holding Shuri hostage and forcing him to submit.

Was this why Shuri had warned him they shouldn't be together, fearing the same fate?

His eyes locked back onto Shuri, who stood with the gun pointed at him, her expression blank. Clutching his fists, he lowered himself to his knees.

Sigmund's expression was one of palpable satisfaction. Even without using his power, he had managed to bend Noran to his will. He relished the control he exerted, his eyes gleaming with a surge of pride.

"Now, Shuri, shoot him in the arm. Go close, make sure you don't miss this time," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," Shuri responded, her voice devoid of emotion as she took a few steps closer, the gun aimed at Noran's right arm.

Noran's gaze softened, filled with sorrow and understanding.

"I understand now why you avoided me," he said, a gentle smile touching his lips as he gazed at her.

His heart ached with the realization that his desire to be with her had caused her pain.

"But Rin, I'm so selfish. Even now, I still want to be with you. Do you hate me for putting you through all this pain?"

He didn't care if she shot him; he just couldn't bear the thought of her hating him. Losing his limbs meant nothing compared to losing her affection.

"Shoot him now," Sigmund commanded from behind, ignoring Noran's heartfelt plea.

His voice was cold, devoid of any empathy, as if Noran's words were nothing but a mere nuisance.

Noran braced himself, ready to accept the punishment he felt he deserved for failing to protect her.

But as Shuri lifted the gun, his eyes widened in surprise.

Her lips curled into a warm smile, and her gaze softened, filled with affection as she looked at him.

"I love you, Ran," she declared, her voice soft and filled with love.

Bang!

Immediately as the gunshot echoed through the room, Sigmund, who had been standing smugly behind Shuri, staggered backward.

"Ugh!"

Clutching his shoulder where the bullet had struck, he looked down at the blood seeping through his fingers, then back up in disbelief.

Shuri, who had always worn a blank expression, was now frowning for the first time, her face clearly reflecting frustration.

Shit, she missed.