The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 18

Someone pretending to be Lycoris’s younger brother was standing above me, talking casually with the teacher.

The moment he snatched away my Magical Phone, he clamped his free hand over my mouth.

“Mmm! Nngh!”

“Yeah, yeah, just behave. Oh, this? Just the pig my sister’s raising. Lively, right?”

Who are you calling a pig?

The scariest part was how he spoke with an easygoing, almost cheerful tone while doing something so outrageous. He was too at ease with crime.

Thank goodness my magic had come back. With that thought, I mimed trying to peel away his hand and instead triggered dark magic.

It was the same sleep spell I had meant to use on Lucius in the hallway earlier.

Let him stay overconfident, thinking his opponent was just a frail girl. He could wake up in a detention cell next time.

But he never lost consciousness.

“Hah, such flimsy magic.”

His mocking voice doused the rush of power that had risen from casting the spell.

Then I heard the Magical Phone clatter to the floor. Darkness spread across my vision, as if poison had seeped straight into my ears.

No, this isn’t poison. It’s—

“But since I don’t hate the taste, I’ll let you live.”

His palm slipped away from my mouth, yet the suffocating pressure didn’t fade.

From behind, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. Ironically, only then did I finally see his face.

He looked like a well-formed young man. His hair was pitch black.

I could see how he might pass himself off as Lycoris’s brother.

But peeking out from that hair were ears pointed like an elf’s. And more than that, those eyes.

Red. A bl00d moon. Rare, but spoken of as ominous.

Just meeting his gaze pressed against my very magic. Those eyes were not human.

“Feed me more.”

“Wha—”

As he spoke, those maddened eyes drew closer. I fought the pull on my consciousness, until something brushed against my lips.

For the second time today, I recognized it. He was kissing me. Why.

If he wanted something to eat, the kitchen was right there. Why go after my bloodless lips?

What, did they remind him of purple cabbage?

First Lucius, and now this creep. What do these men think my lips are for?

But really, who was he? One look at his face confirmed it: he was absolutely not Lycoris’s brother.

The race alone didn’t match. Those pointed ears marked him as something else entirely—dark elf, or more likely some kind of demon.

Black hair, red eyes, and even a matching beauty mark beneath the eye like Lycoris, but he couldn’t hide the ears.

Was he deliberately flaunting his inhuman nature? I could see women swooning over his type.

With looks this striking, he could easily be one of HanaSuku’s hidden love interests.

Swords, magic, monsters… a world like this had room for characters like him. Spirits existed, so why not?

My lips still pressed to his, I let my mind wander down ridiculous tangents, anything to avoid surrendering my thoughts to him.

If I lost, I’d end up like my homeroom teacher and the others—seeing this stranger as my little brother.

That was too terrifying. Pure horror.

I didn’t know his name or true identity, but I understood one thing.

He was steeped in darkness. That alone ruled out elves. He had to be demonkin.

That explained why my dark magic hadn’t worked. More than that, it might even have nourished him.

And now, through this kiss, he was draining my magic away.

Trapped between being brainwashed or turned into his food.

So that’s what he meant by “feed me.”

The thought of ending up a shriveled corpse made me shudder. And then, with that grim notion in mind, my consciousness slipped away.