"Yes, every day." Neil nodded firmly, his tone pure, almost childlike.
"Then, is this kind of missing me something unique?" I pressed on, as though I were hoping to hear a one-of-a-kind answer from him.
"Unique?" He blinked, looking as though he didn’t quite understand the meaning of the word.
I patiently explained, "What I mean is... is this something that only I experience? Like, the way you miss your dad—does it feel the same as the way I miss mine?"
Neil shook his head slightly, his voice soft as he replied, "It's different. I miss Ryan more."
A flicker of delight stirred within me, but I kept my expression neutral and asked, "What about compared to your elder brother and your little brother? Is it different with them too?"
Neil thought for a moment before nodding with certainty. "Yeah, I miss Ryan the most."
"So, only I,
My heart sank, realizing that it wasn’t just innocent childish behavior—it was a desperate search for affection, a need to please, a struggle to win more care and love from Ken Yimo. In that moment, I suddenly understood that Harry's words might have been true—their relationship was far beyond a typical father-son bond.I struggled to steady the emotions stirring within me, and looked up at Neil’s innocent face. He probably didn’t recognize the true meaning behind those gestures—their intent was not simply familial love, but a deep, almost physical craving for attention, a kind of dependence on being favored. A quiet ache settled in my chest as I wished with all my heart that he would never be caught in that dark emotional whirlpool again.I smiled softly, gently steering the conversation back to where it had started. "So, to get back to the point, I am your one and only, aren't I?" On this quiet night, I
I rambled on while watching the stars twinkle silently in the night sky. The breeze caressed the woods outside the tent, and the night was as gentle as a dream. Unconsciously, fatigue crept into my eyelids, and finally I fell into a deep sleep in the stillness of the night.I didn't know exactly how long I slept until a beam of morning light shone through the transparent tent roof and shone on my face, waking me up from my slumber. In a daze, I blinked, as if last night's worries and hesitations were still swirling in my mind. But the scene that came into my eyes next completely turned all my imaginations upside down.“Neil!!! what are you doing?!” I instantly came to my senses and sat up with a jolt. Right in front of me, Neil was kneeling beside me, head bowed, with a serious look on his face as he tried to help me with my natural morning reaction. He didn't look hesitant at all, as if it was a matter of course.
“I’ve had enough.” Finally, my patience wore thin. Soft tactics weren’t working, so it was time to be firm. I stood up, bundled Neil up tightly in his blanket, ignoring his struggles or pleas. Before long, Neil was sitting at the small table, his head poking out from the blanket while the rest of his body was wrapped up snugly—held there by my bear hug, replacing any other form of restraint.I should have done it this way from the start. It saved time, kept the food warm, and, most importantly, even though he was wrapped in a blanket, I could still hold him close, care for him, protect him—letting him sit on my lap and lean against me.“Wow.” Seeing his eager expression, I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. “I know you love these dishes, so I made them just for you. What do you want to eat?”"My favorite pasta.""My favorite pancakes."
"Master, this is the third time we are going to resurrect him. Are you sure we should continue?""Please continue.""Master, this is our final chance.""Continue, please, I beg of you, continue." I knelt before the elderly man, pleading.It was the first time in my life that I had to beg someone, beseeching our family's magician butler to once again revive a human man.The first time, my dominance and brutality had led to his demise; the second time, my deceit and selfishness had caused his death; and now, the third time, my delusions and recklessness had resulted in his demise once more.His gradually cooling body lay before me once again.The magician butler had warned me beforehand that if we were to resurrect him, his life would become even more arduous, his personality would become simpler. Despite knowing this, I had agreed without hesitation, confident in my ability to protect him. I had assured the magician butler that there wouldn't be a next time, that I would cherish him, l
It was yet another tiresome day, hiding between the walls of the football club's locker room, pretending to be engrossed in the assigned task. Ever since the coach banned outdoor training, my presence on the actual field had become a distant memory. Despite this constraint, I was still obliged to attend roll call and wait until the designated time to leave. This necessity arose from dual considerations: firstly, due to my conspicuous appearance, the risk of being discovered was immense, and if I dared to be absent, I might face lazy accusations; secondly, I found myself directly in the coach's crosshairs, owing to inadvertently attracting the attention of his lover. Sigh, I was relentlessly pursued by this woman, entangling me in an inescapable web of conspiracy.“Count me as unlucky”. I supposed. What else could the unfortunate do, except hid away in the confines of the locker room, scrolling through the smartphone, engaging in a bout of mobile gaming?"Hi, sorry for the inconvenienc
In the dark locker, I could discern his facial expressions with remarkable clarity, thanks to my superior night vision, which allowed me to see clearly even in low-light conditions or complete darkness. After all, it's part of my werewolf nature. Sensing his desire to speak, likely due to being frightened, and with the sound of the coach's footsteps and voices outside, I promptly covered his mouth with my hand. Under the cover of my large hand, his eyes, widened in fear, finally met mine. Gesturing for silence with my other hand, I began to appreciate the beauty in the way he looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with apprehension yet captivating nonetheless.As his gaze accustomed to the darkness of the locker, he caught sight of me staring directly at him. His inherent shyness was once again triggered, causing him to immediately avert his eyes downward. However, in the confined space, with both of us in close proximity, facing each other, his head naturally lowered, effortlessly maki
That night, I found myself unable to sleep. My mind was consumed by thoughts of him – his eyes, his scent, his figure. He mentioned he was headed to the Literature Department; did that mean he was a student there? I had courses in the Literature Department too; could we possibly cross paths? But what if we didn’t? How else could we ever meet again? I felt foolish. Why didn't I ask for his contact information this afternoon? If I had, perhaps I wouldn't be lying awake and pondering over these trivial matters.It truly was an entire night, a whole night without sleep. From the moment I woke up, the expression on my face spoke volumes, signaling to my family members in the house that it was best not to bother me; at school, suitors approached cautiously, noticing my displeased countenance, opting to keep their distance; in the classroom, my classmates, sensing my evident frustration, tactfully chose to occupy seats as far away from me as possible, not wanting to incur my wrath."Hello ev
I chose this place for dinner—it was a quaint café nestled in the heart of the college town. As we stepped inside, the lively chatter of students and locals filled the space, infusing the whole place with an irresistible energy. Laughter echoed off the walls, adding vibrancy to our dinner.The welcoming aroma was nothing short of heavenly good: freshly brewed coffee wafted rich and bold, mingling with the warm, enticing scent of freshly baked bread. It was a sensory symphony that immediately captivated our senses, drawing us into the cozy embrace of the café.The café itself was a picture of rustic charm, with its weathered wooden tables and mismatched chairs adding to its allure. Soft ambient lighting casted a gentle glow throughout the space, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere perfect for a romantic dinner for two.As the evening progressed, the café took on a magical quality, with soft candlelight flickering on the tables and the faint hum of conversation adding to the sense o
“I’ve had enough.” Finally, my patience wore thin. Soft tactics weren’t working, so it was time to be firm. I stood up, bundled Neil up tightly in his blanket, ignoring his struggles or pleas. Before long, Neil was sitting at the small table, his head poking out from the blanket while the rest of his body was wrapped up snugly—held there by my bear hug, replacing any other form of restraint.I should have done it this way from the start. It saved time, kept the food warm, and, most importantly, even though he was wrapped in a blanket, I could still hold him close, care for him, protect him—letting him sit on my lap and lean against me.“Wow.” Seeing his eager expression, I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. “I know you love these dishes, so I made them just for you. What do you want to eat?”"My favorite pasta.""My favorite pancakes."
I rambled on while watching the stars twinkle silently in the night sky. The breeze caressed the woods outside the tent, and the night was as gentle as a dream. Unconsciously, fatigue crept into my eyelids, and finally I fell into a deep sleep in the stillness of the night.I didn't know exactly how long I slept until a beam of morning light shone through the transparent tent roof and shone on my face, waking me up from my slumber. In a daze, I blinked, as if last night's worries and hesitations were still swirling in my mind. But the scene that came into my eyes next completely turned all my imaginations upside down.“Neil!!! what are you doing?!” I instantly came to my senses and sat up with a jolt. Right in front of me, Neil was kneeling beside me, head bowed, with a serious look on his face as he tried to help me with my natural morning reaction. He didn't look hesitant at all, as if it was a matter of course.
My heart sank, realizing that it wasn’t just innocent childish behavior—it was a desperate search for affection, a need to please, a struggle to win more care and love from Ken Yimo. In that moment, I suddenly understood that Harry's words might have been true—their relationship was far beyond a typical father-son bond.I struggled to steady the emotions stirring within me, and looked up at Neil’s innocent face. He probably didn’t recognize the true meaning behind those gestures—their intent was not simply familial love, but a deep, almost physical craving for attention, a kind of dependence on being favored. A quiet ache settled in my chest as I wished with all my heart that he would never be caught in that dark emotional whirlpool again.I smiled softly, gently steering the conversation back to where it had started. "So, to get back to the point, I am your one and only, aren't I?" On this quiet night, I
"Yes, every day." Neil nodded firmly, his tone pure, almost childlike."Then, is this kind of missing me something unique?" I pressed on, as though I were hoping to hear a one-of-a-kind answer from him."Unique?" He blinked, looking as though he didn’t quite understand the meaning of the word.I patiently explained, "What I mean is... is this something that only I experience? Like, the way you miss your dad—does it feel the same as the way I miss mine?"Neil shook his head slightly, his voice soft as he replied, "It's different. I miss Ryan more."A flicker of delight stirred within me, but I kept my expression neutral and asked, "What about compared to your elder brother and your little brother? Is it different with them too?"Neil thought for a moment before nodding with certainty. "Yeah, I miss Ryan the most.""So, only I,
As I processed Harry's bombshell, I turned to Ethan and asked, "Have you checked if Fred Yimo is really Ken Yimo's biological son?"Ethan's expression turned serious as he pulled out his phone. "I'll have someone look into it now."Peter furrowed his brow, clearly skeptical. "You suspect Fred Yimo might be adopted too?""I actually hope so," I replied firmly. "It's a lot less messy than the unethical theory.""Ken Yimo really isn't simple," Harry remarked on the phone, sounding almost impressed. "When I was around, Fred was a bit more relaxed. But the moment I left, he turned into a mouse—didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, but a little bit “sticky” though."I let out a cold laugh. "Doesn't that completely clash with the surveillance cameras he set up at home?"Peter nodded thoughtfully. "You’re right. Which of these sides is the r
As Peter and I sat off to the side, watching them laugh and chat, a tangle of emotions stirred within us. The scene was heartwarming, yet there was an undeniable sense of loss. Here we were, two grown men, holding our glasses, sitting on the fringes of this cozy gathering, as if the world had forgotten about us.Peter let out a heavy sigh. "Why does it feel like I'm drifting further away from my own precious one?" His gaze lingered on Nick and Neil, a hint of sadness in his eyes.I took a sip of my drink, my voice low. "It feels like everyone else is getting closer to Neil than I am." The words left a sting in my chest, as though something inside me had been pierced.Ethan, overhearing our conversation, smiled softly and leaned in to offer a quiet word of reassurance. "Don’t rush," he said gently. "You’ll grow closer in time." He set down his soup spoon, his demeanor calm and wise. "When the bond is strong, n
I paused, surprised that Ken Yimo had informed Neil so quickly. I had been ready to carefully persuade him to come along, but it turned out I didn’t need to—the door was already open, and Neil knew he’d have some freedom. My plan could move forward seamlessly.I smiled, leaning down with a hint of excitement in my voice. "Neil, how about a trip to the amusement park?" My gaze held a playful glint, eager to see his reaction.As expected, Neil’s face instantly lit up with an incredible smile, like sunshine breaking into the depths of his heart. "Really?" His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, his voice brimming with barely-contained excitement."Yes!" I nodded, continuing to paint an exciting picture for him. "We can even go see a movie, and then camp out to watch the stars. How does that sound?"Neil’s face flushed with excitement, and he practically burst out, "Y
He helped Neil over to a nearby tatami mat, his expression so gentle that it seemed impossible he’d been the same man furiously smashing things just moments earlier. Watching him carefully tend to Neil with such tenderness, I couldn't help but marvel at how masterfully this man could wear different masks. One moment, he was consumed by rage; the next, he’d transformed into the image of a devoted father. No wonder Neil felt uneasy around someone like him—such volatility would be terrifying for anyone.Ken Yimo picked up his phone and answered in a low voice. The moment he murmured, "Ah, Harry," I instantly understood—the next phase of the plan was in motion. Harry had successfully intervened to stop Fred Yimo from causing more trouble at the hospital, and this call was to inform Ken Yimo, urging him to hurry over and manage the aftermath.After hanging up, Ken Yimo returned to Neil's side, gently stroking his hair. In
I thought it over and typed my response: "Then we'll need Nick to put on a bit of a show. He should express some concern about his younger brother staying in the country for treatment, or even say he wants to have a serious talk with Neil about Nelson's situation."Peter replied immediately with a thumbs-up emoji and added, “In that case, Ken Yimo will see Harry’s suggestion as the safest option. I’d say this raises our success rate to over ninety percent.”Lisa sent a laughing emoji, adding, “Looks like with the five of us putting our heads together, Ken Yimo isn’t that formidable after all.”A warm feeling spread through me, and I typed a sincere message to the group: “Then, on behalf of Neil, thank you all.”Peter, never missing a chance to tease, replied, “What’s with the gratitude? I still need to teach my ‘star’ how t