My Yandere Husband’s Obsessive Love

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My husband is a stuffy traditionalist, the kind of man who refuses to sleep with me.

To keep this she-wolf at bay, he buttons his pajamas up to the very top button every night and even tucks a Bible under my pillow before we go to sleep.

Id finally had enough and was about to file for divorce when a string of comments suddenly materialized before my eyes:

Poor Dragon Lord, about to be abandoned right in the middle of his heat.

This side character is so blind. Hes not putting a Bible under your pillow, its The Art of Seduction: 108 Positions!

Why dont you just touch him? The Dragon Lords cock is about to explode! If he wasnt so scared of freaking you out, he would have taken you hard a long time ago!

I froze, pulling back the divorce papers I was about to hand him.

Then, I reached out and grazed his abs.

The mans expression was indifferent, his amber eyes watching me calmly.

What are you doing?

His voice was as cool and detached as ever.

The floating comments continued to scroll past:

Is the male lead a ninja? How can he hold back like this? Its the third day of his heat!

Its not his fault! Hes just terrified of scaring her off, so hes forcing himself to be a perfect gentleman. Hes hopelessly in love with her.

No wonder she thinks he doesnt like her. Tonight shes going to storm off to a club to find a male model and get caught! Thats how the male lead and the female lead finally meet.

Getting caught with a male model?

Dont just make stuff up that hasnt even happened!

I casually shifted my gaze away from the comments.

N-nothing. There was just a smudge on your shirt. I was just wiping it off for you.

Arthur Price didnt say a word, just stared at me for so long I started to think hed figured out I was planning to divorce him.

Nervous, I was about to crumple the divorce papers in my hand when I saw him grab his bathrobe and head into the bathroom.

My heart sank.

I barely touched him, and he had to go wash himself? Is he really that repulsed by me?

But the comments were going wild:

Silly girl, hes not washing you off, hes hehehe

OMG! He finally lost it! She just touched him and hes already in the shower taking a cold one.

Ah! Hes in there whispering her name!

My face flushed. Was this a comment section or a peep show?

An hour later, Arthur emerged from the bathroom, his voice much clearer.

Theres a charity gala hosted by the Landon Group tonight. Youre coming with me.

I frowned. I dont think so

Those events are always so boring and exhausting.

Arthur reached out and grabbed my sleeve, his tone softening into something almost like a plea.

Just this once.

The comments exploded:

Aww, hes lowering himself to ask her, but shes still going to refuse and go find that model!

The Dragon Lord, abandoned during his heat, only to find his wife with another man. Hell be heartbroken, and thats when the female lead comes in to save him. Their love story starts tonight!

Just agree! If you dont, its game over for you two tonight!

Not only game over, but without his protection, his other admirers are going to torture her half to death.

A shiver ran down my spine. The refusal on the tip of my tongue took a sharp turn.

Fine. Ill humor you this time.

The comments went nuts:

Wait, what? How did she agree?

Arthur seemed to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Before, I would never have noticed.

But now, a comment reading, A dragons Adams apple is an erogenous zone, emboldened me to take a closer look.

And thats when I saw it.

The corners of his eyes were tinged with red, a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor. A suspicious, feverish heat seemed to radiate from his entire body.

On a whim, I reached out and touched his Adams apple.

Arthur shuddered violently, his breath catching in his throat. His Adams apple bobbed, and a low groan rumbled from his chest.

You you

Startled, I snatched my hand back. Im sorry! If you dont like it, I wont touch you again!

This was the complete opposite of the tail-wagging-for-pets reaction the comments described!

The comments fired off in a rapid stream:

Do you even know how to touch a man? If not, let me! Thats not him disliking it, thats him getting turned on!

Arthurs inner thoughts: My wife touched my throat! She touched me! Is this my chance to finally become a dad?!

I looked skeptically from the comments to Arthur.

The next second, he grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly against his neck, his voice muffled.

I like it.

My jaw nearly hit the floor.

At my core, Im a shameless simp for a handsome face.

The first time I saw Arthur Price three years ago, I was completely smitten. A year ago, when I heard the Price family was arranging a marriage, I fought my way through a sea of heiresses to marry into his family.

Who knew that after tying the knot, Id be living like a widow?

The man either slept in the study or a guest room. On the rare occasion he came to our bedroom, he kept an entire galaxys worth of distance between us.

If it were just that, I could have tolerated it.

After all, getting to see Arthurs handsome face every day was a blessing in itself.

But for the past few nights!

He kept pulling me into his arms in his sleep, mumbling someone elses name.

Treasure, Treasure, hed whisper, over and over.

My name is Nina, damn it, not Treasure!

I couldn't take it anymore. This morning, I was dead set on divorce.

But now

I looked at the man whose face was beet red from a single touch.

I stroked my chin with my free hand. Maybe I could hold out for a few more days.

Based on these comments, we might actually sleep together soon.

And Im supposed to just hand him over to some female lead at a time like this?

Not a chance in hell.

Arthurs body was rigid, a flash of embarrassed anger on his cool face.

Dont do that

He lowered his eyes, his puppy-dog gaze looking a little misty.

Stroking my chin like that its like petting a dog. Its humiliating.

I snatched my hand back, forcing a laugh.

Sorry, I zoned out. Would you believe I meant to stroke my own chin?

Arthurs brow furrowed, his expression turning stormy.

Zoned out? Thinking about another man in front of me again?

His gaze was intense.

I saw you touching someone else the other day. Why wont you touch me?

Even if I dont like it, you cant just not touch me

He pressed his lips together, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

I was surprised by how much he was talking today, but also a little baffled.

You say you dont like it, but youre insisting that I touch you?

What the hell do you want?!

The comments sighed:

Shes just impossible. Pushing him right into the female leads arms one step at a time.

My crude words sent Arthur storming off.

The comments lamented:

And with that, hes gone. By the time they see each other again, everything will have changed.

I really ship them. If only she could read minds, they wouldnt have all these misunderstandings.

Shes so clueless. No matter how hot the models are, are they hotter than Arthur? More handsome? Do they last longer?

How would I know if he lasts long? Weve never even done it.

And who said I was going to find a male model?

I was going to march right into that kitchen and make my darling husband a bento box.

Then Id take it straight to his office.

I was going to see for myself if this guy was really the volcano of passion the comments claimed, ready to erupt from a single touch.

While I was cooking, my dad called.

Sweetheart, I hear Arthur is taking you to the gala tonight?

Mhm, I said, arranging cooked corn kernels into a heart shape.

My dads voice was earnest.

Honey, maybe dont go out carousing tonight, okay?

And delete some of those guys from your phone. You dont need so many contacts.

I paused. I remembered going out for drinks with friends a few days ago. I had indeed added a lot of new contacts.

Okay, Dad, I know.

Gotta go, Im making a special bento for Arthur. I have to deliver it soon.

Maybe it was the thrill of my long-held crush finally seeing the light of day, but my hands were shaking by the time I got to the Price Corporation building.

Suddenly, the comments started up again:

Why is she here now? If I remember correctly, the female lead is applying for the secretary position today. Shes probably in Arthurs office right now.

This is going to be a train wreck of epic proportions. I cant watch

Not on my watch!

I quickened my pace into the building.

Just as I was about to get on the elevator, the receptionist stopped me.

Hello, do you have an appointment?

An appointment?

No, but Im

The receptionist cut me off before I could finish.

Without an appointment, youll have to wait in the lobby. I can schedule one for you.

Another receptionist sneered.

Ashley, dont be so soft. We get women throwing themselves at Mr. Price all the time.

Why book her an appointment? If you ask me, we should just throw out anyone trying to sleep her way to the top.

The woman called Ashley frowned.

Dont be rude.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to call Arthurs executive assistant, Mr. Davis.

Im at the front desk. Could you come get me?

Two minutes later, to the utter shock of the receptionists, I was riding the private executive elevator with Mr. Davis.

As we reached the office, before we even went in, I could hear voices from inside.

A delicate female voice cried out.

Mr. Price, whats wrong?

Oh my god, youre burning up! Do you need help?

Arthurs cool voice followed, laced with exhaustion.

No. Dont touch me. Just get out.

The sound of shattering glass, then the womans voice rose.

How can I leave you alone like this? Dont worry, Ill take you to the hospital.

Arthurs voice was now thick with anger.

I said dont touch me. Get away from me.

Mr. Davis glanced at me, his expression awkward, but he pushed the door open for me.

The room was a mess. A woman with flushed cheeks was holding onto Arthurs arm.

When her gaze fell on me, her pretty, doe-like eyes filled with a timid fear. She spoke demurely.

Mr. Price is sick. As a secretarial candidate, its my duty to take care of him.

Mr. Daviss face hardened. He went over and supported Arthur himself.

You havent passed the interview yet. Youre not needed here. Please leave.

Arthur looked terrible. The hair at his temples was soaked with sweat.

He looked at me, tried to speak, but only managed a pained grunt.

Mr. Davis called to me.

Mrs. Price, please, come closer.

Mr. Price he needs you right now.

I hesitated, feeling like something was about to happen if I got any closer.

But then I thought, whats the worst that could happen? We end up sleeping together right here?

Isnt that why I married him in the first place?

What was I so afraid of?

I gave myself a mental pep talk, took Mr. Daviss place, and supported Arthur.

His body was terrifyingly hot. The moment I touched him, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breathing ragged and chaotic.

Mr. Davis closed the door and left.

Arthur shifted restlessly against me, like a big, miserable dog.

Whats happening? Did he just kick the female lead out?

Isnt helping him with his heat the female leads job? Why is the side character doing it?

The side character is fine too! Is this train about to leave the station? Go for it! Dont let that dragon get away!

My body was stiff. I didnt dare move.

Um, I brought you lunch. Are you hungry? Want a bite?

I cant with her. He wants to eat you, you idiot.

Stop asking if he wants to eat and kiss him now! Only a wild, passionate f*ck can satisfy him.

Are you guys crazy? If she satisfies him, what happens to the female lead? The main couple is the OTP!

Who cares about the OTP! I just want some smut, or my VIP subscription is a waste! Go, girl, go!

The comments were making me antsy. My inhibitions were crumbling. I was just about to grab Arthurs face and kiss him when he pushed me away, his expression screaming stay away from me.

Sorry. Ill handle this myself. I wont hold you like that again.

I flared up. He held me, he rubbed against me, and now he was saying he wouldnt do it again?

What was that supposed to mean? Was I not good enough to hold?

Fine. Should I go get that secretary for you? I shot him a sidelong glance, waiting for his answer.

Suddenly, I felt something cold and scaly slithering around my calf.

I looked down and almost fainted.

A thick, black dragon tail, its scales shimmering in the sunlight.

My hand trembled as I pointed.

Y-y-you

Do monsters not even bother to hide anymore?

Wrapping his tail around me in broad daylight?

Arthurs body went rigid for a second. He reached down to grab his tail.

Sorry, I

I wasnt listening anymore.

It was terrifying. The tail was so creepy, and Arthurs eyes had turned into vertical, dark green slits.

For a moment, I thought I was seeing Godzilla.

I turned to run, but he yanked me back.

The dragon tail wrapped around my ankle again, and Arthurs scorching body pressed against my back.

His voice was hoarse and pleading, like a wet, pathetic puppy.

Dont be afraid of me. Please.

Wasnt he supposed to reveal his S-form tonight? Why is it happening now

His soft, sweet wife is right there. He couldnt hold it in anymore.

This is what you get for being so repressed all the time. Now youve blown your cover and scared your wife half to death.

Does this mean were getting an office play scene? Im waiting!

I stood frozen, trying to soothe him.

I didnt see anything. I wont tell anyone. Just dont

Before I could finish, sharp teeth grazed the skin on my neck.

It didnt hurt, just tickled.

I was even more terrified.

Dont scare me. Put the teeth away.

Im just a normal person. I cant handle you taking a bite out of me.

How could he be so cruel? I just wanted to sleep with him, and he wanted to kill me.

His ragged breathing hitched. The pressure on my neck disappeared.

Arthur let me go, steadied his breathing, and said softly,

Go. I wont force you.

I bolted.

Ive been afraid of Godzilla since I was a kid.

I thought, based on the comments, that lust would conquer fear.

Arthur was so ridiculously handsome, I could have accepted him being a dragon.

But after today, I was done.

His tail comes out and I start shaking. How is this supposed to work?

Its not!

Wait, what? Youre just going to leave him like that?

He couldnt even control his S-form! Leaving him now is like a death sentence!

If a shifter in heat doesnt get relief, its really dangerous. They can get a high fever, even have seizures.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart twisting in indecision.

Arthur was in danger?

Maybe I should go back and check on him?

I turned and started walking back to his office.

The comments erupted:

Here we go, here we go! The iconic scene is about to happen!

I just hope when she sees it, she doesnt blame him.

In the end, I didnt go back. Because the comments told me exactly what the iconic scene was.

Hes in there right now, masturbating to her picture.

Dont blame him! Its the only way he can get any relief right now.

Even though the scene is censored, just the text description is so hot, I cant take it.

I couldnt take it either. I slapped my forehead and hurried out of the Price building.

My phone kept buzzing. It was messages from the male model Id added a few days ago.

Hey, gorgeous. Are you going to the Price gala tonight?

Ive missed you so much since we last met. I wish Id met you sooner.

You mentioned last time that your husband cant get it up. I remember.

I brought some pills this time. I guarantee youll be satisfied~

I frowned.

That didnt sound right. When had I ever told an outsider that Arthur couldnt perform?

The most Id said was that he was cold and made me sleep alone every night.

I checked the contact name. A model named Cody.

Didnt ring a bell.

Whatever. At a time like this, who cares who he was? Delete.

My husband is great, actually. Ive turned over a new leaf. Dont contact me again.

I still didnt know if Arthur was great, but his tail and fangs certainly were.

If he ever found out I was texting male models behind his back, hed never let me live it down.

I didnt need that kind of trouble.

As I left the building, I saw a beautiful, fragile-looking woman standing by the entrance.

When she saw me, she immediately glided over.

Hello, Mrs. Price. Im here to apply for the position of Mr. Prices secretary.

She held out her hand, her posture a little arrogant.

I paused, then shook it, giving it a firm squeeze.

Bianca winced, her pretty face contorting for a second.

I felt much better.

Revenge is a dish best served immediately.

Thats what you get for being so high and mighty. I could crush you.

Bianca gritted her teeth, her tone mocking.

Mrs. Price, if I were you, Id have a little self-awareness.

I hear youve been married for a year and still sleep in separate beds? Its obvious Mr. Price has no interest in you.

Someone from a no-name family like yours might have the title of Mrs. Price, but you wont hold onto it for long.

I gave her a strange look.

Who told you my family is no-name? My dads company has an annual net worth in the billions.

She fell silent, her face a mask of disbelief. She opened her mouth to argue.

I pinched her mouth shut.

Quiet. My head is a mess right now. I dont have time for your games.

And for the record, Arthur likes me a lot. He was just holding me and calling me his darling baby a minute ago.

Bianca muffled a protest, her face turning red with anger.

I fished a business card out of my pocket.

You seem qualified. Dont waste your time chasing after one man.

Come work for my company. Ill double your salary. Think about it and call me anytime.