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 7

“Let me see your face more clearly, Lycoris…”

As he said this, Lucius’s hand brushed aside my bangs. A shiver ran down my spine.
I wasn’t sure if it was the shock of being touched barehanded by such a beautiful boy, or the disgust of having someone else touch my hair.
All I could truly grasp was that his blue eyes were sparkling brightly as they looked at me. His face really was unfairly good-looking.

“It’s not that thin smile you always give me while watching… it’s different. Why?”

“W-Why, you ask, but…”

“Amazing… you’re actually answering me! That Lycoris is speaking back! For seven years, you’ve either just stared at me one-sidedly or talked endlessly without listening…”

Lucius’s eyes grew moist as he confessed that he had been on the verge of losing his sanity.
He looked like a character in a horror film who had finally escaped from a vengeful spirit and survived. Honestly, I felt genuinely glad for him.

All that remained was to annul the engagement, and he would finally be free.
I needed to return home quickly and formally petition my father, the head of the count’s house.

That was what I thought—yet I couldn’t act.
Lucius was holding my face firmly in both hands, and it felt as though he might snap my neck at any moment.

“Uh, um… Lucius… sama…”

“Just Lucius, like before.”

“N-no, I could never be so rude as to call you without honorifics…”

“The same girl who watched my private life day and night with magic? You even watched me changing clothes, didn’t you?”

His relentless words left me with no choice but to turn bright red. His accusation was true.
But before regaining my past-life memories, Lycoris had never harbored any lustful intent. Thinking back now, it was abnormally detached.

Earlier, I had compared my former self to a stalker-fan obsessed with an idol, but in that regard, it wasn’t accurate.
Lycoris had been utterly dispassionate when watching her fiancé change or in other compromising situations.
She only observed from a clinical standpoint—things like, “He’s thinner than he was a week ago,” or “He’s losing muscle mass.”
But of course, none of that mattered to the one being spied upon.

“And will you continue to monitor me from now on? Will you keep making others collect the things I’ve thrown away?”

“N-no! I absolutely won’t do such things anymore!”

“I knew it! This is the Lycoris from before, like an angel! The curse has been broken!!”

No, that’s wrong. It’s not “angelic”—it’s just basic moral reasoning any ordinary human would have.

Just as I was about to explain this to him, something soft pressed against my lips.

Like Snow White biting into the poisoned apple, or Sleeping Beauty pricking her finger on a spindle—
Lucius was kissing me, like the prince to those fairy-tale princesses.