Chapter 2

They liberally drenched me with their sweat.

Unaware that someone was embedded in the mattress beneath, absorbing their passion.

I seethed with rage, jealousy, desperate to tear Draven to shreds right then and there!

But the opportunity continued to elude me.

I knew it was time to employ a little stratagem.

That day, I emerged from the bed to stretch my limbs.

I dismantled the natural gas pipe and blew on the gas alarm for a while.

Sure enough, the alarm began to blare.

It wasn't long before neighbors started knocking, then called Lavender.

I hid in the closet, silently waiting for someone to arrive.

This trick was actually quite dangerous.

Because I had no idea who would show up.

It might not be Draven at all.

It could be Lavender herself, or her parents.

But I knew Lavender could hardly get away from work.

There was a good chance she'd ask Draven to come by.

The door opened.

It was a young man.

How fortunate!

I watched him through the closet door crack, my anger instantly flaring up.

I grabbed a nearby hanger and tiptoed after him into the kitchen.

As he carefully inspected the stove,

I suddenly lunged from behind and strangled his neck.

"Die, you bastard!"

"Lavender is mine!"

I snarled at him.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally stopped struggling.

I collapsed on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, completely drained of energy.

I had killed a man, for the woman I loved most.

I restored the scene as best I could.

Then I stuffed Draven's body into the bed.

I'd wait until tomorrow when I had more time to dismember it.

But this meant...

I would have to lie on top of him, then wedge myself into the mattress.

The thought of spending the night on top of a corpse made me feel nauseous.

But when I imagined Lavender lying on top of me alone...

I realized it wasn't such a big deal after all.

That night, Lavender came home.

Fortunately, I had cleaned up the scene perfectly, and she didn't notice anything unusual.

I lay on Draven's corpse, feeling his cold skin, waiting silently.

Finally.

When Lavender pressed tightly against me again, sinking into my body...

I wept with excitement.

I felt her caress, roll, and move on top of me.

"Everything's back to normal," I thought.

Of course, some things were different.

After all, I was now lying on top of a dead man. His icy lips were now pressed against the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine.

But as long as I dispose of Draven's body tomorrow.

I'll be able to have Lavender all to myself again.

However, that's when the unexpected happened.

The next day.

I couldn't open the switch at the foot of the bed no matter how hard I tried!

And Lavender didn't go to work either.

I was trapped in the bed.

With a corpse!

To be honest, I had anticipated this kind of situation before.

The food and water stored in the bed could sustain me for three days.

I just needed to wait until Lavender left the house.

Then I could forcibly break open the switch and fix it later.

But the current situation was.

After being left overnight, Draven's body.

Had started to bloat.

I urgently needed to deal with the body, but I couldn't risk running into Lavender now.

I could only wait.

However, on the second day, Lavender still hadn't left.

Draven's body began to develop putrid blisters.

I carefully maneuvered around those soft, pus-filled bubbles, terrified of bursting them.

By the third day, I was starting to feel desperate.

Draven's corpse began to exhibit signs of Titan syndrome.

His eyeballs had fallen out, his abdomen had collapsed, and his skin was rupturing.The sticky blood mixed with rotting flesh glued me to him.

The stench made it almost impossible to breathe, maggots crawling all over my body.

Lavender never slept in this bed again, perhaps the foul odor struck her as odd too.

But she still hadn't left.

I knew we couldn't go on like this any longer, and prepared to forcibly break open the switch.

But just then.