The Oblivious Hero Will Be Eaten by the Yandere - Chapter 2

“I’m only doing this because I’m afraid, you’ll run off. I want to protect you. Too many people are eyeing you, and none of them have good intentions. You are only truly safe by my side.”

He picked up the heavy iron chain, examining the carved talismans with a calm, earnest expression.

“This dark iron chain belongs to you, but I carved these seals myself over the past month. It’s enough to hold a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it shouldn’t have any trouble containing you.”

“Ye Chen, I am your master. It is my duty to protect you.”

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his fists clenching so hard he began to shake with pure rage. “Bullshit! You’re just… you’re just.”

He took a sharp breath, his chest heaving as the heat of anger rushed to his head. His vision blurred, perhaps from the sheer intensity of his fury, and he let out a sudden, jagged laugh.

“Absurd! Shameless!”

“Someone capable of doing this isn’t fit to be my master at all!”

Sui Yueheng’s expression turned cold. He looked at Ye Chen and gave a slow, deliberate nod.

“Very well… if you no longer wish for us to be master and disciple, then we shall be something else.”

“Being my cultivation partner would be even better.”

He leaned down.

Ye Chen’s face went pale. Remembering the previous kiss, he jerked his head to the side to dodge, but Sui Yueheng’s hand clamped firmly onto the back of his head, pinning him so securely he couldn’t even struggle.

However, Sui Yueheng didn’t push further. He simply forced Ye Chen to look him in the eye. Those eyes were deep and emotionless, giving Ye Chen a terrifying sense of falling into a swamp or sinking into the deep sea.

A chill spread from the depths of his heart. How could this person still be his master? He was clearly a madman, consumed by his own delusions, showing a truly hideous face.

“You’re insane”

Ye Chen panted, feeling a sharp, wringing pain in his chest that made him want to burst into tears. In that moment, he wondered if his master was even the same person anymore.

A low, raspy chuckle escaped Sui Yueheng’s throat.

Once, he had been like a pine on a cliff or the moon above the clouds, refined and upright. But now… no, in truth, Sui Yueheng had felt himself going mad a long time ago. He had gone mad quietly, driven to the edge by the torture of his feelings for Ye Chen.

Sui Yueheng didn’t know exactly when his love for Ye Chen had begun. By the time he realized it, the boy who used to wake up in the freezing winter dawns to practice his sword had already grown into a nearly breathtaking young man.

He had guided his cultivation, taught him spells, and watched him leave that small hometown. He had watched him crush the contempt of others, transforming from a “useless” boy with clogged meridians into a sharp, brilliant Golden Core cultivator.

Ye Chen was the most precious part of his soul. He had originally thought he would never break that boundary, that he could simply remain by his side as a master.

But every time Ye Chen smiled and called him “Master,” the voice felt like a seed. Over the years, those seeds quietly took root, turning into vines that wrapped frantically around his heart, becoming an inescapable obsession.

He became a man trapped within the trunk of a tree.

He had struggled constantly, repeatedly telling himself that his feelings for Ye Chen were absurd and distorted. He didn’t care what others thought, but Ye Chen did, and there was no way the boy could ever accept such a thing.

He would surely find such a master disgusting, wouldn’t he?

Through endless seasons of torment, Sui Yueheng had tried his best to maintain the boundaries of their roles, to be a good master while burying his unspeakable, filthy thoughts in the deepest recesses of his mind.

But then he saw more and more people gathering around Ye Chen. He saw them standing by his side as if it were their birthright. He watched them… easily speak the very delusions he had suppressed for so long.

How could they say it so easily?

Anger and jealousy were like a wildfire, burning through every ounce of his restraint in an instant. Why were they allowed to do it, but not him?

Why?

That was his… the bright pearl he had discovered. It belonged to him.

Sui Yueheng’s thumb brushed against the reddened corner of Ye Chen’s eye. His fingertip caught a hint of cool moisture. He recoiled as if burned, but then he let out another low, dark laugh.

“If I hadn’t gone mad, you’d likely be entangled with those disciples right now, or hidden away in seclusion… having forgotten me entirely.”

Ye Chen wanted to argue. After escaping those people, his very first thought had been that he’d finally found the last celestial material needed, and he had to resurrect his master immediately.

But the words died in his throat. The man before him wasn’t his master. Opening his heart and explaining how important his master was to him would only provide the man with more ammunition to mock him.

Sui Yueheng gently traced the red marks left by the chains on Ye Chen’s wrists. His movements were tender.

“Do you think I want to lock you here? I love you… can you understand that?”

“No, you don’t… you don’t understand anything. All you see is cultivation, your path to the Dao. When have you ever spared a single thought for me?”

“When they confessed in the secret realm, if you had even frowned once, I wouldn’t have gone this far…”

There was an almost imperceptible tremor in Sui Yueheng’s voice. He knew that by doing this, he would inevitably alienate Ye Chen. The boy would never again smile and call him “Master,” or run toward him like a little bird and dive into his arms.

Sui Yueheng felt he had made a mistake… but if it was a mistake, so be it! His disciple wasn’t a parrot to be kept in a cage, he was a hawk that belonged in the clouds. Yet, he had snatched him down, binding him in this dark room, away from the light, just to make him his own personal doll.

A faint smile appeared on Sui Yueheng’s lips. He felt heartache. He felt regret. But above all, he felt at peace.

Ye Chen couldn’t fathom why Sui Yueheng looked at him with such sadness. He only felt a deep, biting chill throughout his body. Faced with this situation, his brain was failing to process what was happening.

He wanted to defend himself, to tell him it wasn’t like that. When those people said they liked him, he hadn’t even realized what was happening, he had honestly thought they were all joking. It wasn’t until that secret realm forced them to leave that he realized it was all real, and he had fled in a panic.

Yes, he had run away like a coward, but at the time, he truly didn’t know how else to handle such a situation. It wasn’t that he hadn’t felt resistance, he just hadn’t reacted in time and didn’t know what to do!

He was undoubtedly repulsed by those kinds of feelings. How could he possibly stand by any of them, as Sui Yueheng suggested?

The air in the ice chamber was bone-chilling. As he breathed it into his lungs, it slowly leached away his body heat, making him stiffen. Despite the warmth of the man beside him, whose body heat was almost scorching through the fabric of his clothes, Ye Chen’s heart was freezing over.

His instincts told him to struggle, and he did, but his efforts felt pathetic and weak in front of Sui Yueheng. The cold from the ice room crawled up the dark iron chains, making his wrists ache, forming a brutal contrast with the burning heat of Sui Yueheng’s palm.

It was agonizing.

“I… didn’t!”

Ye Chen argued, his voice trembling with rage. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he just wanted to scream his thoughts out.

“I respected you as my master, treated you as my closest kin. When your physical body was destroyed, I searched the five regions to find every material to rebuild it.”

“You guided my cultivation, and I practiced day and night without rest, just because I wanted your praise, because I didn’t want to embarrass you…”

“You are my master… you are my master… how could you…”

He couldn’t go on. Sui Yueheng’s eyes darkened, and his lashes dropped, hiding the swirling emotions within.

“Closest kin? Closest kin…”

He leaned in even closer, his warm breath brushing against the curve of Ye Chen’s ear. It carried a faint scent of spiritual herbs, but it made Ye Chen feel like he was sitting on needles.

“When it comes to being close, what relationship could possibly top being cultivation partners?”

“Parents and teachers will eventually watch you walk away. Only a partner can stay by your side forever.”

“Should I watch you enter seclusion to break through, watch you become famous throughout the world, watch another person appear by your side, and then just keep being your ‘good master,’ watching you from a distance?”

“I can’t do it.”

Sui Yueheng’s voice dropped to a whisper, carrying a hint of hidden grievance. “Chen’er, I’ve waited for too long…”

“Back when my soul was in the jade bead, I listened to you call me ‘Master’ day after day…”

“I watched you grow from a boy with clogged meridians into a Golden Core cultivator who could stand on his own. And then, you found the materials to reshape my body…”

“I thought that between us, it was meant to be more than this.”

More than this… yet it shouldn’t be like this either.

Sui Yueheng thought that if Ye Chen were willing to be his partner, he wouldn’t actually want to lock him up.

But to Ye Chen, it was beyond absurd. The fire in his chest was nearly burning through his sanity. Even now, he couldn’t believe Sui Yueheng was capable of saying such things!

“More than this? Then what should it be? Should it be like this, locked in an ice room, my cultivation sealed, being forced to be your partner?”

“It’s filthy! It’s disgusting!”

He tried to twist his body away from Sui Yueheng’s proximity, which only rattled the iron chains. The sharp “clack” echoed harshly in the silent room. The talismans on the chains flashed with a weak golden light, and a wave of spiritual pressure descended instantly, making Ye Chen’s already weak body even more powerless. His vision swam with black spots.

Ye Chen let out a low cough, feeling the metallic tang of blood in his throat. He wasn’t injured, it was simply his internal organs reacting to the extreme emotional distress.

Seeing this, Sui Yueheng’s brow furrowed. He reached out to steady Ye Chen’s swaying body, looking at him with a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

Is it filthy? Is it disgusting?

Again, his thoughts drifted to the same conclusion: things had already come to this, and he could only keep going.

The chill in the ice room seemed to grow heavier. Sui Yueheng looked at Ye Chen’s pale face, a complex emotion flashing through his eyes too quickly to catch.

He whispered the words back, his tone tinged with self-mockery. “In your eyes, my feelings for you are just ‘filthy’ and ‘disgusting’?”

He released his grip on the back of Ye Chen’s head and instead wrapped his arm gently around the boy’s waist, drawing him closer.

“Then let it be so”

“At least this way, you won’t leave me. No one else can take you away.”

“You say I’m a madman, and I think I am too. Ye Chen, everything you have was given to you by me. Therefore, you belong to me as well.”

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