Syra's POV
"Riyan… I… I am s-sorry," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, as my heart pounded in my chest.
"Please forgive me," I begged, my voice growing desperate. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please... Please give me a chance to repent."
Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. The weight of my actions, the mockery, the hostility—it all came crashing down on me. I had pushed him away for so long, but now, seeing him here, his presence was like a lifeline.
"Riyan, please..." I whispered again, my voice breaking. "I was wrong. I didn't understand, but now I do."
I watched his expression, waiting for him to say something. Anything. My heart raced as I waited for his response.
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Riyan's POV
Perfect.
I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. This was going exactly as planned. Syra's guilt was palpable, and I had already calculated the perfect response to turn this situation in my favor.
I had expected her to be remorseful, but what I hadn't anticipated was how deeply she would spiral into self-blame. Her desperation was almost tangible. This was more than I had hoped for. I could use this. I could make her feel even more guilty, deepen her attachment to me. It was the perfect strategy.
I stepped back, gently pushing Livia away. She had been clinging to me, but now wasn't the time. I walked towards Syra, taking in her tear-streaked face, her body trembling with emotion.
"It's okay, sister," I said gently, my voice calm. "I forgive you. Your misunderstanding has been resolved."
Her eyes widened at my words, her expression faltering, before she dissolved into louder sobs. The guilt pouring off her was overwhelming.
[Syra is Feeling Guilty towards Host…]
[Syra's Favourability is Increasing...]
[Syra's Favourability is Increasing…]
I could feel her emotions shifting, twisting, as my words took root in her heart. I kept my arms around her, offering the warmth of a comforting embrace, all while inwardly calculating the progress of my plan. I could already sense the shift in her favorability. It was working.
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Syra's POV
Riyan... he forgave me. I couldn't believe it. After everything, after the way I had treated him—mocking him, pushing him away—he still forgave me.
"Riyan..." I gasped, my heart soaring and sinking at once. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally did, cascading down my face. "You really forgive me?" My voice cracked, barely audible.
I had been so sure he would never want to speak to me again, let alone forgive me. But here he was, holding me, offering me absolution. He was still the same, warm-hearted boy I had known as a child.
But now, something inside me shifted. I wasn't just grateful. I wasn't just relieved. No… this was something deeper, something darker. His forgiveness wasn't just a gift—it was a tether, a thread that bound me closer to him.
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Riyan's POV
Her tears were getting heavier, her sobs becoming more frantic. It was almost too much to handle, but I kept my expression steady. This was working exactly as I had planned.
But then, a small voice of doubt crept in. Was this really what I wanted?
I had been playing with her emotions, manipulating her guilt to further my goals. But now, as she cried in my arms, something inside me shifted. Was this truly the way forward? The way to control her?
I couldn't let my thoughts wander. I had to stay focused on my goal. But the more I embraced her, the more I felt a strange weight settle over me.
I separated from her slowly, my hands lingering on her shoulders as I gently pulled away. My thoughts were clearer now. I had given her my forgiveness, but this wasn't over. No, it was just beginning.
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Deep beneath the world where Riyan and Syra lived, in a long-forgotten prison, a figure sat in complete darkness. The goddess, her face obscured by shadow, was trapped. Though her powers had once stretched across realms, now they were diminished by the prison's bonds. Still, the power within her was vast, and her mind, sharp and calculating, burned with a singular obsession: Riyan.
The goddess, once a being of pure love, had become consumed by an uncontrollable yearning for him. Her feelings, twisted by time and isolation, had transformed into something darker, more possessive. She wanted Riyan. She needed him. But she was trapped, unable to reach him.
For now, the only thing she could do was watch.
Using the remnants of her power, the goddess aligned her senses with Syra's, a mere girl whose emotions for Riyan were ripe with potential. She could not directly influence Syra, but by observing her, she could learn more about Riyan and keep an eye on his interactions.
It was supposed to be an innocent act, merely to satisfy her curiosity, to watch over Riyan from afar. However, as her senses intertwined with Syra's, something unexpected happened. The goddess's overwhelming emotions-her twisted obsession-seeped into Syra's mind. Unintentionally, the goddess began to influence Syra's feelings, manipulating her guilt toward Riyan, twisting it, reshaping it into something much darker.
The goddess, absorbed in her own desire, did not realize the impact her presence was having on Syra. She only knew that her longing for Riyan grew, and her influence over Syra, though unintended, was taking root.
[Syra's POV]
I stood there, in Riyan's embrace, my chest heavy with guilt. I had wronged him. My jealousy had clouded my judgment, and I had hurt him in ways I could never take back. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't forgive myself.
But then, something shifted.
It wasn't just guilt anymore. A strange, deep need began to bloom within me. A hunger I couldn't explain. It was like my emotions had been altered, changed into something darker. It wasn't enough to just feel bad for what I'd done. Now, I felt something else, something far stronger- a desire to be closer to him.
Why? Why did I feel like I couldn't live without him? Why did I feel like I had to make him mine? It wasn't just affection- it was... possessiveness.
The Goddess's POV (in the prison)
The goddess's senses were fully aligned with Syra now, though she remained unaware of the true consequences of her actions. She had only wanted to observe, to understand the feelings of the girl who was so close to Riyan. But as her emotions mixed with Syra's, they began to have an unintended effect.
Her feelings of love, twisted by obsession, began to seep into Syra's mind. The guilt Syra had felt, the sorrow, it wasn't just fading-it was transforming. The goddess, unknowingly, had caused Syra's emotions to shift from guilt into something far darker: obsession.
I shook my head, trying to fight the overwhelming feeling, but it only grew stronger. My heart beat faster, and my hands trembled. I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted him. How badly I needed him.
The goddess didn't realize what was happening, but her longing for Riyan, her desire to claim him, had been transferred to Syra. The girl, innocent as she was, now felt a need that wasn't her own. A need to possess Riyan. A need to never let him go.
The goddess could feel Syra's shift, but she thought it was simply the girl's own emotions playing out. She had no idea her own twisted love had triggered the change. But she smiled, content with the thought that, in some small way, she was bringing Riyan closer to her. Even if it was through Syra, it didn't matter. He would be hers.
[Syra's POV]
My heart was racing now. The guilt I had felt earlier was fading, but in its place was something more intense. More urgent. It wasn't just about making things right anymore. It was about needing Riyan. Wanting him. More than anything, I couldn't bear the thought of him being with anyone else.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. I needed him. I had to make him mine.
I looked up at Riyan as he pulled away from me, his face still kind but distant. My breath hitched in my chest. I couldn't let him go. I couldn't let him see me as just his sister.
I whispered softly, "I don't want to be your sister..."
Riyan's expression faltered. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What...?" he asked, as though he didn't understand what I was saying.
The Goddess's POV (in the prison)
The goddess's mind hummed with satisfaction. She could feel the intensity of Syra's emotions, the way her feelings for Riyan had shifted. Though she hadn't meant to directly influence the girl, she could feel the connection growing between them. The obsession Syra now felt for Riyan was undeniable.
[Syra's POV]
I couldn't explain the need that burned inside me. I could see the confusion in Riyan's eyes, but I didn't care anymore.
I needed him. More than anything.
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him, feeling the hot sensation of his lips on mine. At first, it was soft, tentative, but then it grew more desperate, more intense. I didn't care about anything else.
I bit his lip, marking him. I needed him to know that he was mine. I needed him to feel the same way.
But when I pulled away, my heart was still racing, and my face was flushed with embarrassment. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't face the reality of what I had just done. But I knew I couldn't go back. I couldn't stop myself now.
"Now you know what I mean..." I whispered, my voice shaky, filled with both longing and fear.
I turned and fled, deactivating the Mana Barrier. I couldn't stay in his presence any longer. I was too afraid to face him, but the need for him-my obsession-was far too strong.
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[Riyan's POV]
I felt an odd sensation in the pit of my stomach as I stared at place where Syra was few seconds ago.
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[Ding...!]
[System Alert: A Twisted Yandere obsession is formed in Syra Descartes towards Host...!]
[Ding..! ]
[Hidden Mission is Completed...]
[Hidden Mission: Make One Of The Main Heroines Completely Blacken... Difficulty: S+]
[Reward: Activation Of the System's Store]
[1,000 Points]
[Random Skill]
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"What...?" I muttered under my breath, staring at the screen that suddenly appeared before my eyes. The words didn't make sense. I hadn't completed any mission that I knew of, certainly not one involving Syra's transformation.
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[System]: Host, there are some Hidden Missions, similar to Hidden Achievements or Missions in your previous world's games...
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I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around the information.
"I know that," I snapped, trying to make sense of the sudden flood of notifications. "But I'm confused. Why wasn't I told about the System's Store and Points before? Why wasn't any of this mentioned?"
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[System]: Host, the activation of the System's Store can only be found in the rewards of Hidden Missions, and Points can be earned as rewards for completing tasks, missions, or achieving outstanding feats...
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I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair. The confusion was overwhelming, but there was something else gnawing at me—a creeping feeling that things were spiraling out of control.
"So, what about the System Alert?" I asked, more to clear my own mind than anything.
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[System]: Host, due to feeling endless guilt towards Host, Syra's feelings toward Host turned into Obsession. She became so consumed with self-blame, thinking that Host would never forgive her, that her emotions twisted into something darker. Her guilt, coupled with her yandere tendencies, created the first of its kind—an unrelenting, twisted yandere obsession.
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I felt the blood drain from my face as the weight of the System's explanation hit me. I had known Syra was spiraling, but I never imagined it would go this far. I thought I understood her, even in her darkest moments, but now… now I realized I didn't know what I was dealing with at all.
I groaned inwardly. How could I forget that she's designed as one of the yandere heroines in this freaking world of novel by that bastard author!?
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[Ding..! ]
[Does Host want to redeem rewards?]
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I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down. The last thing I needed was to lose my composure right now. I had to think clearly.
"Redeem it…" I muttered through gritted teeth, hoping the rewards might give me a fighting chance against whatever Syra had become.
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[Rewards are redeemed…!]
[System's Store is Activated…!]
[1,000 Points are obtained…!]
[Six Senses Skill is Obtained…!]
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Before I could check the details of the skill or look into the new system options, I heard a voice—loud, panicked, and filled with concern.
"Yan…!!!"
I snapped my head to the side and saw Livia standing, her eyes wide with worry. She stepped forward, her hand reaching for me, her gaze searching for any sign of injury.
"Liv," I said quickly, trying to calm her. "I'm fine. Just… a little overwhelmed."
She didn't seem convinced. Her eyes flicked down to my face, then to my lips, her expression turning from concern to shock.
"Yan, why is your lower lip bleeding?"
I blinked, my hand instinctively going to my lip. Sure enough, there was a trickle of blood that I hadn't noticed before.
"What…?" I whispered, suddenly aware of the stinging sensation. I wiped it away and gave a short laugh, though it was more nervous than anything. "Ah… looks like that woman kissed me too hard, to the point of bleeding…", I thought.
Livia's eyes narrowed, her concern deepening. "Syra…"
My heart sank. How could I not have realized what I had allowed to happen? I had been so caught up in my own confusion, in the madness of the situation, that I hadn't even noticed the clear signs of Syra's growing obsession.
But this was just the beginning, wasn't it? The System's alert, the twisted obsession—it was only going to get worse.
And I was left to pick up the pieces.
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