Yandere Busty Nurse's Sexual Health Care Life - Overpowered by a Hateful Woman's Obsessive Love, Trapped and Bound, Fucked Into Submission Until a Pact is Sealed - Chapter 2

After being discharged from the hospital, he was able to continue working without needing any further medical care for a while.

The work environment was the same as always. He was still pricked by his boss’s likely unintentional sarcasm and continued working overtime every day, leaving more and more scars on his mind and body.

Still, the pain wasn’t as severe as before, and he felt that the frequency of headaches and other ailments had gradually decreased.

The main factor behind this improvement was undoubtedly her—Mia.

[You mentioned recently that you’ve been waking up halfway through trying to sleep. Please try this medication. I’ve chosen a recommended sleep aid that you can buy at a nearby pharmacy.]

[How have things been since then? Have you been able to sleep properly?]

[I’m happy to hear that. Sleep is vital, so if you’re having trouble sleeping, it’s okay to use medication. Just make sure not to rely on it excessively and try to maintain a regular routine for sleep and meals.]

Their relationship remained confined to only exchanging messages.

Sometimes she gave him advice as a medical professional, sometimes she offered counseling as a psychologist, and at other times, they shared small daily moments as friends. Whatever role she played, she became an important support for his heart.

She was his saving grace, but even Mia had her moments of suffering, where she too was oppressed by the harsh realities of life. The day he learned this came unexpectedly.

[By the way, you were at the convenience store in XX Town yesterday, right? I saw you enter around 5:37 PM.]

[Yes, I happened to see you… Could it be that you were buying an energy drink again?]

[Is that not the case? Really? You’re not lying to me, are you?]

[…Sorry. If it’s not, then it’s fine.]

The message from Mia that day was surrounded by a strange, uneasy atmosphere.

Her information was always accurate, and she provided details as usual, but… it felt a bit too detailed this time. For someone who claimed to have just seen it by chance, her accuracy was oddly precise. Her excessive suspicion was also out of the ordinary.

Concerned, he asked her what was wrong.

[My late boyfriend used to drink four energy drinks a day, so I couldn’t help but be concerned.]

[But I guess you’re right. I’ve been giving you advice all this time, so you’d never buy something like that now, right?]

[You listen to me and trust what I say, but I can’t even trust you… I’m such a terrible person.]

[I’m sorry for doubting you. I’m such a terrible woman…]

He had heard vaguely about her past, having lost the person she loved, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized it was still tormenting her in ways he could never have imagined.

At first, he was confused, he didn’t fully understand what she was going through internally. He considered that she might have this side to her and didn’t blame Mia. He could empathize with how even the smallest things could linger in the heart after emotional damage.

Mia seemed to calm down, but the real problem came afterward.

Just as he was about to reply, Mia’s messages came pouring in with an overwhelming intensity, like gasoline being set on fire.

[But please remember, I am worried because I care about your health that much.]

[If I leave you alone, I can’t help but worry that you might collapse again and this time, maybe even die.]

[Just because it wakes you up, please don’t do something foolish like drinking a lot of energy drinks.]

[It doesn’t actually take away your fatigue.]

[When you’re tired, you really need to rest properly.]

[Because you really could die.]

[There is nothing in this world that is good to take in excess.]

[Even with medicine, if you take the wrong dose, it becomes a poison.]

[No matter how little appetite you have, it can’t replace meals.]

[If you maintain a proper routine, you wouldn’t need to depend on things like that.]

[In the first place, if your lifestyle becomes that disturbed, you should have just quit that job.]

[Even if you push yourself that much, it’s meaningless if you end up dying.]

[It’s already too late once you die.]

[Everything Mia says is right.]

[Because you didn’t trust me, you’ve been punished by heavens.]

(Yadorigi Mia has deleted the message.)

(Yadorigi Mia has deleted the message.)

(Yadorigi Mia has deleted the message.)

[…I’m sorry. I got upset thinking about the past. I know you’re different from him, but I have this terrible feeling that something similar might happen, and it scares me. I hate the thought of letting you die without being able to do anything.]

[But I hate myself even more for causing you trouble.]

[…I’ll rest for today. I’m really sorry.]

The guilt that pierced her heart was deep, and if the trigger was pulled by some careless remark, it would immediately spiral out of control. Since that incident, such moments began to happen more often, and he would calm her down by reassuring her that his own situation was fine, that thanks to Mia, he was staying healthy. But as he began to understand her inner feelings, he had no choice but to be more cautious with his replies.

Even from a simple string of text, he could feel the creeping darkness hidden within. It made him feel like the slightest thing could cause her to shatter.

He was starting to notice that he no longer felt as comfortable discussing things with her as he once did.

It was only much further down the road that he finally became fully aware of his fear of Mia.

※

Despite the harsh days continuing, there were enough breaks to keep him from breaking down. On his day off, he went out for a meal with Saeko.

They stopped by a family restaurant he had frequently visited since his college days, where they enjoyed a slightly more expensive meal together.

They had a ribeye steak set, a mixed plate of fried potatoes and chicken, and a fruit parfait for dessert. He was treating himself more than usual, not only as a reward for his efforts but also to celebrate the day.

It was their sixth anniversary. Every year, they celebrated by having a meal alone, enjoying their time together without any gifts. Neither of them wanted anything more than the shared time, and that alone was enough to make them happy.

However, this time, it was a bit different.

Just as they were about to finish their meal, Saeko asked for something. That something was… his child, and a happy family.

They had been talking about marriage for a while, but this was the first time she had directly asked for it. She said she wanted to say it to him face-to-face on this anniversary.

His answer was already decided, without even thinking. He was about to respond, but then—Saeko’s smartphone buzzed loudly, interrupting the moment. It was a call from her workplace, where she worked separate from her father’s company. She told him she’d be right back and stood up from the table.

Just as he found himself with nothing to do, his smartphone suddenly lit up with a message notification, as though waiting for the perfect moment.

The person he suspected turned out to be exactly as he had anticipated. It was a message from Mia.

[It’s been getting colder lately. Have you caught a cold or anything?]

[I had thought of a menu that would warm you up. If you liked, you could have your girlfriend make it for you.]

The image sent along with the message showed a handwritten recipe and a photo of the finished dish. He had heard that she often made her own recipes by hand, but this was the first time he saw it. The recipe was meticulously written, and the dish looked so beautiful that calling it simply ‘great’ seemed an understatement.

The only unfortunate thing was that Saeko didn’t have the necessary skills to match Mia’s sincere gesture.

[Ah… is your girlfriend not good at cooking?]

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and unfortunately, Saeko wasn’t much of a cook. In fact, he was the one with cooking skills, always preparing his own meals. To cope with late nights, he would cook in advance, but the reality was that he often ended up relying on convenience store meals or eating out.

[Eating out occasionally is fine, but it’s not good to overindulge. By the way, what did you order?]

When he told her they were at a family restaurant, he could almost feel her usual worrywart attitude coming through.

On the table were plates and dishes that had once held steak, potatoes, and parfaits. He had never bothered to think about calorie counting, but it was obvious, even to an amateur, that this wasn’t the healthiest of meals. It wasn’t hard to imagine her mentioning something about health concerns. While one day of indulgence wasn’t likely to cause illness, it was impossible to predict what emotional triggers it might set off.

He flipped through the menu and wrote back the name of a salad and multigrain rice set he picked out. He felt a little guilty, but it was a small lie to avoid worrying her. Since she wasn’t actually looking, he felt it was acceptable.

Mia’s message came back almost immediately.

[Liar.]

He straightened his back reflexively.

Was he being watched? No, that can’t be… it’s ridiculous.

He raised his head and looked around, but didn’t see any familiar faces in the store.

She was probably just trying to surprise him with a joke. She was just over-worrying. He told himself that. Otherwise, it would be strange. How could she who is not even here, have figured out his lie?

Hesitantly, he turned his gaze to the smartphone screen once more.

(Yadorigi Mia has deleted the message.)

The four cursed characters had disappeared.

However, he couldn’t erase the memory in his mind. The thought that Mia might have sent the message by mistake or that he had simply misread it was too weak a hope to hold onto. The fact that he hadn’t received any replies since only made the situation feel more real.

Liar—there was no doubt that Mia had sent that.

Should he ask what it meant? His finger, having just come to that realization, remained still. What kind of response would he get… dark thoughts filled his imagination. He knew she wasn’t the type to joke.

With an uncomfortable sense of foreboding, he closed the messaging app as though fleeing.

What would happen if he left it like this? How would Mia react? What had those words meant? Could it be that his lie had been uncovered? Had she seen him while he was eating?

When? Where? How?

He shook his head to rid himself of the swirling doubts and stopped thinking. His thoughts were starting to drift towards the idea he was being stalked.

She isn’t that kind of person. The one who worries about him and takes care of him would never do anything criminal. Sure, she tends to worry a little too much, but there’s no malice behind it.

There must have been some reason for it. It must have been some kind of coincidence. If she had something to say, she would definitely explain it. Definitely, definitely…

He spent the next few days waiting for a reply, but after that, he never received another message from Mia.

※

Ten days had passed since that day.

It was the first time that more than a week had passed since he last received a message. Usually, either she would contact him within three days or he would reach out to her, but neither had happened.

[Liar.]

The four letters that he had clearly seen wouldn’t leave his mind.

Since it was deleted right away, there might have been a chance that he could have avoided seeing it.

So, he could have pretended not to notice.

The screen had been left open, so the message might have been marked as read, but he could have been looking away at that moment and not actually read it. Several self-serving excuses crossed his mind.

The excuses crossed his mind, but he didn’t think about using them as an excuse.

Although it was a small lie, it was an undeniable fact that he had lied. On top of that, adding more lies and acting as if nothing was wrong, thinking that it wouldn’t be found out, was far too arrogant. If it were with a boss, it might be different, but it was not the kind of attitude to have toward someone who had helped him live a better life.

The fear that his lie would be uncovered once again was something he couldn’t deny.

The days passed, waiting for a message from Mia. In the end, he couldn’t do anything but wait, unable to muster the courage to face the truth on his own.

Did she realize the lie and was angry about it?

Should he apologize for lying and be honest about it?

Would she continue to interact with him the same way as before?

He was terrified of being blamed.

Even though he thought about sending any kind of message, at the last moment, he couldn’t bring himself to do it, and his feelings continued to smolder remaining in a state of tension.

Nevertheless, turning away from the truth would not solve anything.

Even though it was a small lie, if it caused someone pain, it was still a serious sin. While he was not the one to determine the weight of his sin, if he continued to evade the responsibility of atonement, the burden would only grow heavier.

At last, he could no longer withstand the weight, and today was the day it broke him.

He steeled himself and opened the message screen with Mia.

(Yadorigi Mia has deleted the message.)

The cold words from that time remained fixed on the screen, unchanged. He gave a command to his frozen fingers and began typing.

He honestly confessed that he had lied, wrote a long message to express his apology, and pressed the send button.

The message wasn’t marked as read.

Maybe she’s still at work. Surely she wouldn’t ignore him. He chose to believe that and simply waited.

The unease in his chest grew thicker, tormenting him with a nauseous feeling that seemed to turn his stomach. Seconds, minutes, hours… It felt like a long time had passed.

The buzz of the notification. Without bothering to check who it was from, he quickly reopened the darkened screen.

The message was from Mia.

[You’re a very kind person.]

[I think you’re a good person who is considerate enough not to make me worry. I knew you lied to protect me. But I won’t get angry just because you ate a little too much. As a nurse, I know you won’t die from it right away.]

[There’s no need to lie. Just answer truthfully to any question you’re asked.]

[I’ll forgive you, as long as you promise.]

He breathed a large sigh of relief at the unexpectedly calm tone of the message.

He had prepared himself for another outburst, but it seemed like his fears were unnecessary. It made him reflect on how he had thought of her that way. He promised to be more honest from now on, and it seemed Mia accepted that.

He exhaled deeply. A feeling of relief, like the lifting of a heavy burden, filled him. A rift in his relationship with her would be harder to endure than the pressure of work, and he was truly relieved that it had been avoided.

However, there was one thing that still bothered him.

How was it that she figured out he had lied back then?

He decided to take the opportunity to ask her directly.

[How? Well, it’s obvious—I’ve been watching you.]

[I’ve been watching you all along. Always.]

[That’s how I know.]

[It’s pointless to lie.]

He scanned the string of words four times, trying to process them.

Yet, he can’t make sense of it. He can’t comprehend it.

The sound of his heartbeat grows louder.

In his confusion, he continues to ask what that means.

He couldn’t help but ask.

[I wanted to know anything and everything.]

[What kind of work you’re doing.]

[What you’ve been consuming.]

[Just hearing about it made me worried.]

[I was anxious and needed to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease.]

[I saw you stop by the convenience store in front of ○○ station on Monday, Thursday, and Friday last week.]

[You always go there when you’re working late, right?]

[I saw you entering a love hotel with your girlfriend on Saturday night.]

[Making love for two hours and 44 minutes makes me a bit jealous.]

[I saw you going to the restaurant.]

[Ribeye steak set.]

[A mixed plate of fried potatoes and chicken.]

[Fruit parfait.]

[They all looked delicious, but if you eat so much at once, you’d probably get an upset stomach.]

[It’s probably bad for your body as well.]

[You knew I’d be worried if I found out, but you ate it anyway, right?]

[You probably won’t die right away.]

[But you might have shortened your life a little.]

[You might die an hour earlier.]

[That’s why I ended up doubting.]

[I thought you might be hiding your unhealthy habits.]

[There are actually a lot of people like that in the hospital.]

[Patients who secretly eat sweets even though I told them not to.]

[But you’re honest, unlike my late boyfriend.]

[I trusted you would be honest with me about everything.]

[But I couldn’t help but worry.]

[I decided to check, so I tested you.]

[But you didn’t say anything to your girlfriend, right?]

[If you didn’t tell me the truth, I wouldn’t be able to take care of your health.]

[Everything I do is for you.]

[I’ve always been giving you advice because I want the best for you, but it’s frustrating to be lied to.]

[What if I didn’t notice that you were feeling unwell?]

[What if you ended up dying like that?]

[I wanted to know everything.]

[I wanted to know everything, no matter what.]

[Because I can’t bear the thought of you dying.]

The momentum of the messages stops here.

Instantly, a strong sense of regret washed over him.

If he could, he would have preferred not to have seen it. He shouldn’t have asked. He just wanted to remain in the dark

But everything is too late. Pandora’s box has opened and can never be closed again. It was him who casually touched and broke the seal that had been barely holding on.

Or perhaps it was already like this from the moment he met her. Her true nature had been slowly leaking out through the crack in the half-open lid, and if this was the inevitable outcome, then accepting it seems like the only thing to do.

The message screen starts moving again.

[Yet you lied, didn’t you?]

[The fact that you needed to lie means you don’t trust me, right?]

[I’ve trusted you and given you advice all this time.]

[Isn’t it strange?]

[Hey.]

[I’ve been the one worrying about your health.]

[It’s strange that you would lie to me, too.]

[Thanks to me, you didn’t end up dead.]

[You’re betraying me, aren’t you?]

[Just like him.]

[You plan to die young and leave me behind, don’t you?]

[Have you been lying to me this whole time?]

[There’s probably something else you’re hiding, right?]

[Because you didn’t trust me, right?]

[You pretended to listen to me, but you lied and plan to die on your own.]

[You never really cared about my advice, did you?]

――No. That’s not the case.

He never intended to forget his gratitude toward Mia.

He says it instinctively, but the negative chain of messages refuses to stop.

[Then why did you lie?]

[Then why did you do something that made it necessary to lie?]

[What am I supposed to believe then?]

He forces his fingers, which had almost stopped, to keep moving. He desperately tries to convey that it was his fault and repeatedly emphasizes that he always depends on Mia’s advice.

[If that’s the case, quit your job.]

[If you do that, you’ll be healthier.]

[Would you trust me if I told you that?]

His fingers come to an abrupt stop.

 

[I’ve been thinking this for a while now. If you just quit that job, you wouldn’t collapse.]

[You should just quit a job that doesn’t allow you to maintain your health. There are plenty of other jobs out there.]

[You trust me, right? My advice is always right.]

Anything will do. He has to say something. He has to respond. Otherwise, things will get out of hand. For now, he just needs to calm the situation down.

He slides his finger across the screen — delete. Slide, delete. Slide, delete. Delete. Delete.

There’s only one correct answer. But he can’t do it. He can’t answer.

He’s been trying hard with the advice to avoid quitting his job, but doing as she said wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?

He can’t answer okay, even if it’s a lie. There’s no other answer. He doesn’t think she’d be convinced by anything else.

Unable to think of the right words, He falls into silence — and end up sending the worst response: no reply at all.

[I see.]

[You’re not saying anything.]

[Then I can’t trust you anymore.]

[If you’re going to lie to me as well.]

[I n-e-e-d t-o k-e-e-p w-a-t-c-h-i-n-g y-o-u p-r-o-p-e-r-l-y.]

[Right?]

That day, he closed the app without sending a reply.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. So, he ran away.

For a while, he stopped thinking about Mia. To keep his mind off her, he threw himself into his work and tried to interact with Saeko as much as possible. He couldn’t calm down unless he was doing something, even resorting to stress eating. If he didn’t keep himself busy, he felt like he might break down.

Even after he abandoned everything, the thread of trust remained, not completely severed, as if clinging on out of some lingering attachment.

She wasn’t doing this out of malice. She had just been curious, that’s all. She only watched him enter the store because she was concerned. The mistake was in trying to cover it up with a lie. The regret from the past was what caused her pain, nothing more. He kept telling himself that there was still a chance for things to return to the way were before.

At that moment, something inside Mia had shattered. He could sense that things could never return to how they once were. She would continue to follow him, obsessing over him until death. Even now, he was certain she was watching him from afar. Eventually, it would intensify and invade his life more and more. He couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by despair.

Her contact information remained, untouched. He stared blankly at it, uncertain about what to do, while on the evening train. In the middle of rush hour, he had managed to get a seat—whether that was a blessing or a curse, he couldn’t decide.

Mia was a good-hearted person. She had always been there for him in times of trouble. Her desire to help him had never been driven by anything sinister.

You could say that her goodwill was simply too intense.

He wished he could save her if possible, but at this moment, he didn’t have the strength to do so.

Time passed aimlessly as he continued to waver and remain uncertain.

As the fatigue from his brain started to trigger a dull ache behind his eyes, he once again began to escape into his thoughts.

Just as he was about to put his phone away, it buzzed with a deep vibration.

The vibration traveled through his whole body, making his heart skip a beat.

(You have a new message.)

If he were confronted by a robber holding a knife to his face, this is probably what it would feel like. The cold, impersonal tone of the message was disturbingly unnerving.

He almost threw his phone away in a frustration, but then reminded himself that he could receive messages from his colleagues or friends. It didn’t always have to be from her.

With trembling fingers, he tapped the screen.

[Good work today~]

[I finished work early today, how about you?]

[If you’re up for it, want to go get Chinese food? There’s a new place nearby.]

The message was from Saeko.

Feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death, he took a deep breath and calmly replied.

[You finished early too? That’s rare.]

[I’m glad. I’ll wait for you at home, so be careful on your way back.]

[It looks like you’re working hard again, but don’t push yourself to the point of collapsing, alright?]

He exchanged a few more messages with Saeko before closing the screen. Come to think of it, it was quite rare to be able to head home at this time. Tomorrow was also a day off, and he might be able to relax and spend some time with Saeko after a long while.

Then, almost immediately, the phone vibrated again. Could Saeko have forgotten to mention something?

[You should avoid eating out.]

The message was not from Saeko.

It’s from Mia.

It felt like a perfectly timed surprise attack.

It wasn’t as simple as that. Mia knew exactly when it would happen. But how?

[Chinese food is delicious, right? I like it too.]

[But food from restaurants focuses only on taste, and don’t care about health.]

[Let’s not, okay?]

He searched for Mia’s figure, scanning the train car openly. The other passengers looked at him suspiciously. She couldn’t be here. Recently, he had been constantly worried about being followed. He never let his guard down until he boarded the train car.

And yet… how does Mia know what was just said in the message with Saeko? She shouldn’t be here. How?

[You’re asking how?]

[I told you before, I’m watching.]

[I can see everything.]

[Ah well, I can’t hear your voice, obviously.]

[How about we talk for a little while?]

[I want to hear your voice for the first time in a while.]

[But I suppose it’d be inconvenient on the train.]

[Can I ask you for it later?]

As if it’s the most natural thing, Mia tries to blend into his daily life. Even though she shouldn’t be anywhere near, he feels like she’s hiding right beside him.

It’s almost as if she’s implying there’s no use in escaping.

As if to prove this, his phone vibrates once more.

His shoulders flinch with the notification of a new message.

[Why aren’t you replying?]

[You’ve noticed, right?]

[I can see that you’ve read it.]

[If you don’t want to talk, I’m not going to push you.]

[You can just say you can’t do it if that’s the case.]

[You can do at least that, right?]

[Could it be that you’re not feeling well? You should take a break before you collapse again.]

[I’m a little worried.]

[I’ve said this before, but maybe you should change jobs. If your current workplace is causing your health issues, it’s the only choice.]

[Maybe you should stop working altogether. If your girlfriend is working, there’s no need for you to push yourself.]

[As long as she earns money, there’s no problem, right?]

[You shouldn’t push yourself too hard.]

[I’m telling you this because I care about you.]

[I see it hasn’t been marked as read, is the app malfunctioning?]

[You’ve finished work, so you should have time to check the message now.]

[Why are you ignoring me?]

[Um.]

[Are you okay?]

[You’re not dead, right?]

[This isn’t funny…]

( Missed Call )

[Say something]

[Hey!]

( Missed Call )

[Hey!]

( Missed Call )

( Missed Call )

( Missed Call )

( Missed Call )

After that—when they met for the third time, Mia’s face no longer held the warmth it once had.

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