Dear Soulmate (Laito SakamakiXReader)

chapter 5

chapter 5 Three Words and STDs

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dear soulmate,

my wrist injury has been healed! i can continue my work now. i bet that i've made you so worried. im sorry if that's the case.

anyways, i've been sticking close to Rei so that i can avoid any more problems. he's actually nice but he's a bit stern. i almost got killed with all the chores he made me do. however, i'm fine! i think he's the most reasonable Sakamaki in the household. he even lessened his harshness towards me as the weeks progressed.

i'll hold on to him until i find you, the person who will really protect me.

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The words "I love you" are the strongest words the world could offer, as far as he was concerned. Every person he had met bent over his wills and demands just because of such empty words.

It doesn't matter if he means it as long as the other party believes that it was genuine. That said, he couldn't help but abuse the power of these words. It was like a drug; the more he uses it, the more it intoxicates his body to use more.

However, these words are nothing but a display of human lust. Once he had his pleasure from their lust, he would dispose of them as easy as he said: "I love you".

Though it seemed like not all humans favor these three words. The living proof of this is their new sacrificial bride. She seemed to have been insulted by his confession. She had been ignoring him for the past two weeks. When their paths would collide, the girl would walk the opposite direction or blend in with the individuals he was sure wasn't her acquaintances. When there was no escape, she would not spare his direction a glance and moved faster in order to avoid any interaction. It slightly ticked him off. However, he doesn't really care.

The girl's scent was that of an average human. There wasn't anything special about it. There was no point in chasing after her. He already tried to play with her for two weeks. It wasn't his style to force his way in when it comes to women. Why bother being with a resistant b*tch if he can just go and pick those who are willing?

The scent of alcohol, women's perfume, and sweat lingered on Laito's surrounding air as he entered the mansion. It was another enticing and productive day for him. He couldn't help but lick his lower lip in delight.

His thoughts traveled back to his previous dalliance with a beautifully-endowed female. Her soft alluring skin felt so smooth against his long fingers. Her lipstick stained lips pressing against his in a sinful manner and her lecherous moans as they committed acts of estrangement from the divine being filled his greed deliciously. What amuses him most was how the girl reached her peak once he softly whispered in her ear, "I love you."

His thoughts were suddenly disrupted as he heard a soft snore coming from a figure slumped against the coffee table of the living room set. There was a laptop opened in front of her as well as her graphics tablet situated on the table.

Curiosity got the best of him. Slowly, he approached the sleeping figure of the girl. His eyes went to the lighted screen which contained her work. His right hand reached for the touchpad, scrolling through the pages of the comic she was developing. It was gruesome, blood decorating each of its pages. The art was very much detailed, aiming to create a chilling atmosphere for readers to feel. Just a few glimpses were all it took for him to see that the comic's theme was suspense. With that, he could tell that the girl was a clever artist and writer.

With a satisfied hum, he saved the current progress of the girl, closing the laptop afterward.   His gaze then went to the girl's frame. Her head was prompted sideways on the surface of the table and her hands were neatly folded on her lap, holding onto something he could not see. Stray strands of her hair decorated her face and the table. She looked so messy.