Free Web NovelChapter 4: Hypnotized Is Not Enough. I’m Also Getting Drugged?!
Liam could only sit pretty on the very soft sofa in Miria’s residence. In front of him was a table full of many things, fruits, snacks, and soft drinks. But what made Liam most curious was a small, round, iron can.
He slowly opened the can, and something surprising greeted him. He expected the can would give him some kind of chocolate or candy.
But who would have thought, among the pile of cans, there was caviar.
"Golden Ossetra." That familiar voice touched Liam’s ears again.
His head turned, there was Miria, fresh from her bath, having changed into a purple pajama set made of fabric that was clearly very soft and perfectly accentuated Miria’s curves.
Water droplets still dripped from her hair, slowly tracing down her neck, then rolling down to her collarbones, and into the cleavage.
Liam swallowed, seeing that, how could a high schooler in their prime possibly resist?
For a moment, Liam found himself staring before quickly looking away.
Easy, Liam.
You’re just here to study.
"That’s Golden Ossetra caviar," Miria explained. "It has a rich, nutty flavor with a buttery finish. Slightly salty too, if I remember correctly. Help yourself if you want."
Liam nodded and reached for the tiny spoon beside the tin.
There were several identical tins on the table, after all.
It can’t be that expensive... right?
As if she’d read his mind, Miria spoke again.
"It’s one of the rarer varieties."
She said it as casually as if she were talking about potato chips.
"Each tin costs around three to four hundred dollars."
Liam immediately closed the lid.
Returning it to exactly where it’d been, as though even breathing on it might increase the price.
"...Let’s just study," he said with a painfully forced smile.
He stood up and glanced around.
"So... where are we studying?"
Miria blinked.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought we were going to study together."
"...Like that?"
Her eyes slowly scanned him from head to toe.
"Go take a shower first."
Liam stared at her.
"...Excuse me? A shower?"
"I thought I was only staying for a little while. You said we were going to discuss something, study a bit, and then I’d head home."
"Who said that?"
"Y-You—"
Liam tried to argue.
But the look Miria gave him was so sharp that the words got stuck in his throat.
At that moment...
He realized something.
He had definitely walked straight into a tiger’s den.
"Now go."
Miria folded her arms.
"You’re staying the night."
"I’ve already prepared everything you’ll need."
"But... I don’t even have a change of clothes." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"I already took care of that."
She answered without missing a beat.
"So hurry up."
"Are you really going to waste my time?"
Liam bit his lip.
At this point...
Resistance felt completely pointless. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"...Ugh. Fine..."
He slowly walked toward the bathroom Miria had pointed out.
One of the maids was already waiting there.
She politely asked him to place his school uniform in a laundry basket before showing him several sets of clothes Miria had prepared.
Liam glanced at the labels.
Hermes.
Gucci.
Louis Vuitton.
Instead of feeling spoiled...
He only felt more uncomfortable.
It was like the weight on his shoulders had somehow doubled.
In the end, he took a quick shower and changed into the clothes that had been prepared for him.
When he stepped out...
He realized he smelled exactly like Miria had earlier.
Guess we’re using the same soap.
As he walked through the spacious house, Liam couldn’t help noticing how much everything had changed.
Before the renovations, the place had simply been a warm, ordinary home.
Nothing extravagant.
Just comfortable.
But after Miria’s father passed away, leaving her mother to raise her alone...
Her mother had thrown herself into work.
She became a complete workaholic, pouring everything into the company until it flourished.
Perhaps out of guilt for not spending enough time with Miria, she tried to make up for it by giving her the best life money could buy.
The house had been renovated.
Luxurious furniture filled every room.
Everything looked expensive.
Everything had changed.
Almost everything.
Liam climbed the stairs to the second floor.
There, he stopped in front of a familiar door.
A small sign was still hanging on it.
"Our Nest."
A nostalgic smile spread across his face.
Miria had made that sign when they were little.
Back then, she’d stubbornly wanted to name her room "Our Love Nest."
Liam had objected so fiercely that, after a lengthy debate, he’d managed to negotiate it down to simply.
Our Nest.
The price for that victory?
Two full weeks of dealing with a pouting, sulking Miria.
He’d spent fourteen straight days agreeing with everything she said just to earn her forgiveness.
Remembering that made him chuckle.
Then he reached for the doorknob, turned it, and pushed it open.
Instantly, a surprising aroma filled his senses.
The scent of Jasmine and Ylang-ylang pierced his nose, making something within him feel warm.
There, Miria sat on the floor with a small table, with many books on it, and she patted the cushion beside her, telling me to sit next to her.
"What is this scent?" I asked.
Truly, it was an intriguing scent.
"Just aromatherapy, it’s good for your health."
Miria said, pointing to the smoke that emitted the scent.
’Ummm... but why is the smoke kinda pinkish? Miria? You’re not planning to drug me, are you?’ Liam thought nervously.
