I Bit My Best Friend Until The System Spoiled Me Chapter 14

I Bit My Best Friend Until The System Spoiled Me Chapter 14: Extra – Male Lead’s POV

I loved her.

Sickeningly in love.

Every single time Chloe touched me, the sheer pleasure sent a shiver straight to my soul

And the bites? That was a whole other high.

Ever since I realized my feelings for Chloe, I had felt a profound sense of pride in myself for enabling her biting fixation back in preschool. How could I have been so beautifully clairvoyant?

Once, when we were shopping together, she mentioned that the crisp pine scent in one of the stores

smelled incredible.

I went out of my way to track down that exact perfume. But there was no way I was going to let Chloe touch something filled with artificial chemicals.”

After all, I was the one she tasted.

So, I spent ages researching natural raw ingredients to duplicate that exact fragrance profile.

Dried pine needles, cedar flakes, and a touch of juniper berries, simmered in fresh water for fifteen minutes. I’d strain the liquid and pour it straight into my bath.

I had been doing this for years.

Chloe had no idea. She honestly thought it was just my natural scent. Silly girl-since when do guys just naturally smell like a damn pine forest?

Eventually, I wasn’t satisfied with her just chewing on my arms anymore. I subtly manipulated her

into shifting the marks to my neck.

The exact moment her teeth sank into my skin there, the blood in my veins completely roared.

Every single time, a violent, uncontrollable shiver would rip through my body, and a fresh burst of

tears would prick the corners of my eyes from the sheer, overwhelming rush of euphoria.

I worshipped that pleasure, far more deeply and pathologically than Chloe ever did with her

condition.

My friends used to urge me to just confess to her. But the more intensely I loved her, the more terrified I was of shattering our dynamic. I was paralyzed by the fear that Chloe would flee.

If she stopped needing me, if she pushed me out of her life, I would literally die.

But then, Chloe changed.

She started avoiding me. She rejected the pastries I painstakingly prepared for her every day, claiming she needed to watch her weight.

When a teenage girl suddenly decides to lose weight, there is only one logical explanation: she has a

crush.

A mountain of raw anxiety completely consumed me. Aside from me, she hadn’t let a single soul

near her for years-except for that loser.

When she accidentally drank from my tumbler, I was ecstatic. I carefully took that cup home and added it to the secret collection of things she’d discarded over the years.

I wanted to ask her why she had walked home alone without waiting for me, but when I lifted my

head, I caught her hanging up laundry on the balcony.

Black and white lace.

The exact image that had fueled my dirtiest dreams for years hit me like a physical blow, and all the

blood rushed straight south. I basically ran for my life.

That night, I lay awake, tossing and turning in a restless, burning sweat.

But the next morning, Chloe’s words snapped me right out of it.

She told me she had been with that nerd yesterday. She said she didn’t need me anymore, and that

she was going to see a therapist.

Liar. The teeth mark on her wrist was so brutally clear. She obviously wasn’t cured, yet she refused

to come to me.

She walked away so fast, rushing to catch up with that nerd. As the two of them vanished down the road together, my vision blurred completely.

I couldn’t tell if it was the glare of the morning sun or my own tears. My chest ached so violently I couldn’t even force my legs to take a single step to chase after her.

Our ultimate secret-the fixation that belonged solely to me-she had exposed to Lucas.

It felt like a done deal. I had waited all these years for her to finally open her eyes to romance, only

for her to direct that awakening toward someone else.

She began turning me down relentlessly. Rejecting my touch, rejecting my help, even telling me to stop bringing her smoothies. This was a routine we’d shared since we were kids.

A consuming, dark terror completely paralyzed me, driving me to do something incredibly pathetic

and low: I threatened that four-eyed geek.

Then, I insisted on taking Chloe to see a therapist-my own therapist.

I had first realized my possessive, dark obsession with Chloe had spiraled out of control two years

ago.

When she lowered her head to bite me back then, a dark urge had flared up inside me; I wanted her

to tear straight through my jugular.

I wanted her to swallow me whole. I wanted her to hold me so tightly that she’d carve me into her very bones, so we’d never, ever be apart.

Realizing my infatuation had mutated into a dangerous psychiatric obsession, I had quietly sought out a specialist myself.

That doctor had seen photos of Chloe before. So, when I initially begged him to help me put on an

act to trick Chloe, he firmly rejected me.

But for some reason, the second I actually brought Chloe into his office, he ultimately chose to

throw me a bone anyway.

He suggested she could use a familiar partner to gradually ease into behavioral management. Chloe listened with a half-clueless nod, while I kept my head down, furiously scribbling in my notebook.

When the session ended, I looked down at the paper, my brows knitting together.

I hadn’t recorded a single clinical instruction the doctor had spoken.

The pages were entirely populated with a raw, detailed log of how Chloe had embraced me, how her

teeth had scraped across my skin, and how her lips had ground against my flesh.

I violently ripped the pages out and hurled them into the trash.

As if destroying the paper could somehow erase the dark, unhinged thoughts poisoning my

But Chloe was miserable.
Because I had blackmailed Lucas into ignoring her, she looked completely suffocated and downcast. It felt like the air was being choked out of my own lungs.

Logically, I should have been thrilled that he was out of the picture, yet seeing her so unhappy, a hollow ache opened in my chest. I realized I could actually tolerate her falling for someone else.

Just… as long as she stopped looking so brokenhearted.

When she crashed straight into my chest on the sports field, my entire body wouldn’t stop trembling.

Exactly nine days, thirteen hours, and zero minutes. That was how long it had been since we were last this close.

Chloe, I’ve been craving you so intensely I’m practically losing my goddamn mind.

Yet, Chloe still didn’t want me. Chloe wanted to bite someone else. If I hadn’t stepped in right at that

moment, her mouth would have sunk straight into Lucas’s bare arm.

Watching that scene play out, it felt as if every drop of blood had been entirely drained from my body.

Later, she patched things up with Lucas, and her mood instantly rebounded into a bright, happy

state.

But I was drowning in agony.

Would Lucas spend two hours every single day soaking in a special essential oil bath just to steep

his skin in the scent she loved?

Would Lucas obsessively manage every single detail of his body for her?

Would Lucas ever worship her with a love as deep, dark, and absolute as mine?

The misery was too suffocating to bear, driving me to knock on Chloe’s door.

I had waited all these years for her to finally open her eyes to romance; there was no way in hell I was going to just hand her over to someone else without a fight.

I was going to seduce Chloe one final time. For this visit, I had soaked in a fresh pine-infused bath for three straight hours.

I was clean, I smelled perfect, and I was entirely hers to devour. Chloe, I am the one who tastes best.