Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed

Side Story Nadia (2)

Side Story Nadia (2)

When I get married, my life no longer belongs to me.

The concept of my complete life disappears and is replaced by a way of sharing life with my spouse.

In other words, my life becomes no longer my life.

Then, I have more wives than other people.

How many ways will life be divided?

“Oh, no…” ! Nadia… !”

“Why? “For what reason are you saying no?”

“That’s not something I can decide…” ! Even if you and I agree, we have to get permission from Bluebell and Yuri… ! “It has to be that way!”

I, the person involved, know the correct answer to that question.

Me, Nadia, Bluebell, Yuri.

It is divided into four parts with a ratio of 1:1:1:1.

It looks like heaven on the outside, but if you look inside, it is no different from hell.

“That’s not something we can decide among ourselves…” ! The couple needs to talk carefully and decide… !”

Nadia asked with dissatisfaction.

“Aren’t we a couple?”

“That’s right.”

“But why is it not possible? “Isn’t it okay if we end the conversation among ourselves?”

“That’s true… Besides you, I am also a couple with Bluebell and Yuri… “

I have one body.

However, there are three wives.

Therefore, my body is not mine.

“I have no choice…!”

“Hmm, I understand. But it’s hard to understand.”

Tak-

Nadia grabbed my collar tightly, as if she was grabbing my collar.

“Damian. Are such secondary words necessary for human reproductive activity? When humans die, they leave behind children. We just mix happily to put that truth into practice.”

“Well, like that…!”

“Don’t tell me it’s nonsense. Our ancestors lived that way before society was established. I’m only talking about what actually happened.”

So.

“Be quiet. Accept your fate, Damien. I have to get what I want so I can relax.”

Nadia said and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

I was momentarily confused by the explanation penetrating through her head and could only watch in silence.

‘Nadia is back to her old days!’

But that is only for a moment.

I erased Nadia’s explanation from my head as it racked my brain.

“But if it can’t be done, it can’t be done!”

“Hmm, the resistance is strong. Well, I like that side of Damian, but it would have been nice if he stayed quiet today. It’s a shame.”

Nadia stepped back, raising her hands with a disgruntled look on her face.

“Still, if you say no, I won’t do it.”

Nadia has now stepped back out of respect for me.

When I refused for reasons I could understand, she took a step back like this.

I sighed with relief, thinking that I had survived safely today.

“Whoa…”

“But don’t think this is the end. I’ve said what I want, and I’m going to get it.”

“Are you, by any chance, warning me?”

“No, I’m declaring it.”

Should we be reassured rather than warned?

Should we be more afraid because it is a declaration?

With a subtle feeling of uncertainty, I headed toward the exit of the art studio.

Staying in the art room in this atmosphere was tantamount to suicide.

“Then, I’ll go… By the way, Bluebell won’t be at the mansion today.”

“I’m not particularly curious, but I’ll ask just to confirm. Why?”

“They said they saw a future where fire broke out in the Period Territory.”

“Aha.”

Nadia let out an exclamation as if she understood.

As she said, she was not interested, so she kept an expressionless expression.

I reported this to Nadia and placed my hand on the doorknob.

“If you’re bored, you can come back to the art room. I won’t make you uncomfortable this time.”

I opened the door and looked at Nadia, nodding her head.

Nadia smiled at him a little kinder than usual.

As expected, Nadia was more beautiful smiling than with a blank expression.

By the way.

“D-Damian…!”

“Surprise. You were surprised. Yuri.”

When I closed the door to the art room, glass suddenly came out of nowhere.

He always surprised me in this way.

Yuri looked up at me and timidly praised me.

“Well done…! Damien…!”

“Suddenly?”

“I think Damian did a good job…! A very good job…!”

Patsdamssdam-

Yuri lifted her tiptoes and gently stroked my head.

Currently, my height is approaching 190 after growing up, so it was a burden for Yuri, who is the second tallest among her wives (for reference, the overwhelming last place is Bluebell).

“Well done Damian…! Damian definitely deserves praise…!”

“Yes, yes… Thank you for the compliment. But, Yuri.”

“Huh…?”

“Why are you praising me all of a sudden?”

Yuri tilted her head as if asking why she was asking that.

And, contrary to her cute appearance, she gave a creepy answer.

“That’s it… Because Damian didn’t give in to temptation…?”

“Were you watching?”

“Well, then…! I’m always watching Damian…! Of course…!”

Damian.

Yuri called my name and spoke with a straight face, giving off an atmosphere completely opposite to what he had just said.

“You did really well… But, you know what? Next time something like this happens… I think we should do it like this… What do you think, Damian?”

“I think so too.”

“Right…? Actually, I think so too… Because it’s against the rules to go ahead first… And because it’s an act of betraying her husband’s friend…”

Yuri patted my head and smiled.

However, that laughter contained deeper and darker emotions than joy and happiness.

“So… I don’t think that will work…?”

“Of course…”

“Damian… I believed you would think so… I’ll see you later when we eat…”

“Uh, huh…”

With those words, Yuri disappeared like dust somewhere.

However, you should not be reassured that you cannot see it.

Just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean there isn’t glass.

She is somewhere looking at me and listening to me.

This is daily life at Sinclair Mansion.

‘It’s scary. Scared.’

My life is not mine.

I believe you understand what this means.

But if someone asks me, ‘Do you still love me?’

I can say this with confidence, like a screaming reflex when hit on the shin with a hammer.

“Still, I love you… That’s why I’m happy…”

It was a terrible marriage that could not continue without that.

***

After Damien left.

Nadia sat down in the art studio and started drawing a new picture.

“Hmm… “

The first thing she did was draw ‘me’ and ‘Damian.’

She was the most important element in painting, so she could not be left out.

Then, she added ‘others’ by taking blue paint.

“Seup… “

Nadia picked up her brush and stared at the figure on the canvas.

She just added one person and she didn’t like it.

“I need to erase it.”

Sseukseu-

Nadia erased the bluebell with skillful movements.

In an instant, she turned into the sea and became a mere background.

“Phew.”

Nadia’s satisfaction finally regained her sense of stability.

However, the experiment is still long and far away.

“Black. And, red.”

Sweet-

In an instant, a timid figure of Yuri appeared inside the canvas.

Accordingly, of course.

Nadia’s satisfaction also decreased.

“I don’t like it.”

Kwajik-!

Nadia destroyed the canvas like a craftsman who doesn’t like ceramics.

Then, she turned her gaze and looked at the picture containing ‘I’ and ‘Damian’.

Is it because there are no ‘others’?

Her mind was at ease.

“After all, it has to be just me and Damien in the picture.”

Nadia took hold of her heart again and started drawing.

This time, she did not include other people, but only drew ‘us’.

Still, she felt empty, so she added one person instead of another.

“I would like to have a son who can first become the center of the family.”

A man who is half Nadia and half Damian is included in the canvas.

However, there was still a lot of empty space on the canvas.

“Is there a law that says only one person can have it? “I remember it wasn’t there.”

This time, my daughter.

Nadia drew a picture of her daughter who resembled her.

There were still many empty spots on the canvas.

I kept adding one person, another person, and another person.

“… “Did I draw too much?”

A family choir was formed.

Nadia decided she had lost her cool and stretched out her hand to dispose of her canvas.

But…

“… “Why can’t I?”

Just stretched out her hand.

She could not crush the canvas with her own hands.

Nadia was close to being cold-blooded, even if her own work was completed, she would remorselessly crush it if it did not meet her standards.

However, she could not destroy a painting that did not meet the standards.

It may have been because her father, who had reached out his hand in front of her child, passed through his head.

“… “

Nadia withdrew her outstretched hand.

Then, she lifted the canvas and displayed the painting inside.

“… “It’s not bad to see it again.”

After muttering that, Nadia smiled without realizing it.

Her strict standards also seemed to be slowly changing.

***

“… “I’m bored.”

If there are no special events, I spend most of my life in the mansion.

I was always fighting boredom.

‘If you’re bored, you can come back to the art room. ‘I won’t make you uncomfortable this time.’

I was wasting time lying in bed.

Suddenly, Nadia’s words came to mind.

“Let’s go…” Because you said you wouldn’t do anything to me… “

Nadia keeps her words once she says them.

Mostly.

Of course, there are times when we do not follow them.

Anyway, I headed to Nadia’s art studio to erase my feeling of boredom.

Knock knock-

“It’s me, Nadia.”

-You can come in, Damien.

I knocked as usual, got permission from Nadia, and went inside.

“Huh?”

A new painting was hanging among the paintings displayed in the art room.

When did you draw something like this again?

I looked at the picture carefully out of curiosity.

“It’s me and Nadia. And it depicts my sons and daughters who haven’t even been born yet. A lot of that too.”

Would you like to play soccer?

Hmm.

“… “

The moment I realized that fact.

My legs were taking a step backwards toward the door of the art studio even though there was no command.

Perhaps that action was a survival command issued by the brain.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.