STORY 2
The Abstinent Loses Control
Whenever he looked at her, his gaze burned like searing hooks, as if wishing to tear off a piece of her flesh.
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She had always believed she was happy.
Her husband, though indifferent and taciturn, treated her with great respect, never interfering in her decisions nor interrupting her when she spoke, always listening quietly.
But he was also overly distant—
More like a courteous acquaintance than a husband.
Until one fateful accident, she met his gaze—greedy, obsessive, and chillingly eerie.
As if he had been staring at her like this for a very, very long time.
【Repressed ascetic loses control, yandere male lead warning!】
Greed, Obsession, Bone-Chilling
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“I’m leaving now.”
Chen Cebai lifted his eyes, his gaze landing straight on her neck.
He rarely stared at her like this. Behind the thin-framed glasses, his gaze was almost stripped bare, like some kind of cold-blooded creature covered in scales.
Qiu Yu couldn’t help but shudder. When she looked again, that kind of gaze had disappeared.
Chen Cebai’s expression remained indifferent, showing no joy or anger. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he poured coffee.
It must have been her imagination.
She had been married to Chen Cebai for three years and had never seen that kind of expression on his face before—greed, obsession, bone-chilling.
She had been having too many hallucinations lately. She needed to find time to see a psychologist.
Qiu Yu was a carefree and optimistic girl. No negative emotions ever stayed in her heart.
Even though many people said that Chen Cebai would never fall in love with her, she didn’t feel much about it—her career was going well, her life was happy and fulfilling, and her husband was exceptionally handsome. What difference did it make whether he loved her or not?
With a smile on her face, Qiu Yu waved at Chen Cebai and left.
Chen Cebai paused for a moment, walked to the terrace, and lit a cigarette. He didn’t smoke it—just held it between his fingers.
The sharp, pungent smoke rose, yet it still couldn’t dispel her scent.
Thick, bloody-sweet, maddening.
Everything began a week ago.
At first, it was just an abnormal sensitivity to smell.
That day, as he walked down the street, he suddenly caught a whiff of a faint, sweat-tinged scent of blood.
Even more bizarrely, through that single trace of scent, he could reconstruct a vivid scene.
—He saw, beneath the suffocating summer sunlight, Qiu Yu standing with her back to an unfamiliar man. That man looked at the strands of her sweat-dampened hair clinging to the back of her neck with a smile, then walked over and intimately tucked them away for her.
Chen Cebai was a calm and rational man, rarely experiencing emotional fluctuations. Even his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people.
Because he spent long hours in the laboratory, his skin was paler than normal—cold, sickly, an almost inhuman pallor.
If not for his exceptionally handsome features, most people probably wouldn’t dare to approach him based on those traits alone.
Chen Cebai was certain that when he saw that scene, he hadn’t felt any obvious emotional reaction.
However, when he finished his work and went to the restroom to wash his hands, he saw bulging, bluish-black veins running across his forehead, neck, and arms.
In the mirror, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression dark and menacing.
Fortunately, there weren’t many people in the laboratory at the time, so no one noticed his abnormal state.
After that, things spiraled further out of control.
Under sunlight, he would feel a violent, restless irritation.
His heartbeat and breathing became increasingly faint.
Biological monitoring showed that his body temperature had dropped to 10 degrees Celsius—a temperature impossible for a living human in a normal environment.
Yesterday, when she passed by him, he had, without warning, felt an instinctive urge to hunt. He was certain that he could subdue her within a second.
Today, things had become even more bizarre.
Looking at the back of her neck, his teeth itched.
He wanted to bite down.
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Reading Notice:
- This story shares the same worldview as [Story One], with its timeline set before [Story One].
- Its pacing will definitely differ from The Predator’s Restraint.
While Story One follows a progression from intensity to calmness—a monster turning into a human,
Story Two is filled with hidden undercurrents, gradually spiraling out of control—a human transforming into a monster.
The pacing is completely opposite, mainly to prevent aesthetic fatigue for readers.
Enjoy your read!