After the Brooding Forest Leader Set His Sights on Me

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[In this version, Mori is not a lolicon. The appearance of his humanoid ability has been changed. Please use the principal Mori from the Boss Dazai world as a reference. See the author's note in Chapter One for detailed content warnings.]

Synopsis:

"He's not a good person. Stay away from him."

Here it was again, that commanding tone. Chiyo had heard it countless times growing up. He was always acting like a strict teacher.

"Then marry me."

The expected hang-up shattered Chiyo's last remaining delusion.

"If you feel like crying, you can always borrow my shoulder."

She stared blankly at the paper in her hand. After a long while, she finally signed her name.

From today on, she was Mori Chiyo.

Dr. Mori had a wife. She was his junior from his days at Tokyo University, and the object of his fantasies back when he was a student. He had witnessed her unrequited love, and swallowed down the bitterness of his own feelings.

Dr. Mori had a secret only Dazai knew. In the hidden room the boy had gone to such lengths to break into, all kinds of photo frames lined the walls.

Every picture showed the same person.

Chiyo crying, Chiyo smiling, Chiyo sleeping peacefully... Every photo was in the highest resolution.

"You're a total pervert."

The boy got goosebumps all over, but Dr. Mori gazed at the frame in his hand with a look of deep satisfaction.

It was the only photo of the two of them together.

"This is love, Dazai-kun."

Chiyo, Chiyo, Chiyo. No one loves you more than I do, and no one understands you better than I do.

In this world, only Rintaro loves Chiyo most. Yes, only me.

If Chiyo's gaze could rest on Rintaro alone, even for just one fleeting second, Rintaro would die a happy man.

"Didn't you say you wanted to revive Yokohama? Why are you suddenly okay with dying, Dr. Mori?"

No, this was different.

Dr. Mori silently denied it.

Chiyo was different, one of a kind. For Chiyo, even death would be worth it.

So even though he knew she loved another man, Dr. Mori still invited Chiyo to marry him:

"A marriage registration form can bring out a man's competitive streak. You want him to see you in a different light too, don't you, Chiyo?"

This was a fantasy Dr. Mori had harbored since his days at Tokyo University. He had held onto it for so long that everyone who knew about it had urged him to give up. And at last, he had the completed marriage registration form in his hands.

Looking at the name "Mori Chiyo" on the form, Dr. Mori struggled to control his expression and put on an air of calm.

But his mind was full of images of Chiyo lying obediently in his arms.

Black iron chains would not suit her skin. Chiyo would look better in red, blood red.

So he would forge a set of shackles for Chiyo with his own hands, because she was one of a kind.

Married life was just as warm and sweet as Dr. Mori had imagined.

Even though his wife forgot all the anniversaries, big and small, and casually tossed aside every carefully prepared gift.

But what did that matter?

Dr. Mori thought with a bright smile. Chiyo was still by his side, wasn't she?

Mr. Mori even began to question himself: Did he not love her enough? Was that why he cared about these insignificant things?

It was all right. Whatever Chiyo did was right.

He was the one at fault, for failing to prepare gifts that would please her. She could do whatever she liked with them. As long as Chiyo was happy, as long as Chiyo liked it.

He would have been even happier if Chiyo hadn't gone to such lengths to prepare a gift for that piece of trash, and if that piece of trash hadn't made her cry.

"Chiyo, if he doesn't want it, will you give it to me?"

No one could be allowed to trample on Chiyo's feelings. That shameless scum, that villain who seduced another man's wife, would be crushed sooner or later!

Perhaps Heaven took pity on him, or perhaps Chiyo had finally noticed his love. In any case, after a series of events, she finally turned her gaze toward him and even ate the candlelit dinner he had made for her.

There would never be anyone else between them again. They would stay together until the end of time. Their sweet life continued until Boss Mori found the divorce papers in a drawer, signed by the wife.

At last, Boss Mori understood that the moon had never belonged to him. But Mori Chiyo would belong to him forever. Fortunately, he had already forged the chains, and the room meant for just the two of them was ready too.

Mori Chiyo was a perfect wife whose heart belonged entirely to her husband. She must have been led astray by the scum outside.

Because even when he covered her in red, she would only look at him in confusion.

See? Even at a time like this, she still trusted him so much.

"You can't do that, Chiyo. You can only belong to me. Now that you've taken my surname, you can't change it to another one. Otherwise, I'll be unhappy."

The cloying love that had begun back in their student days finally burst forth.

Don't even think of escaping. Even if you put a blade to my throat, I'll drag you back into the abyss.

The abyss meant for just the two of us.

[Reading guide]

1. To reiterate, this is a personal kink. If it's not your thing, feel free to move on.

2. Any out-of-character behavior is my fault; the characters belong to everyone. Please note that this is my version of Mori. His humanoid ability has been changed, and he is not a lolicon. See the author's note in the first chapter for details.

3. The heroine's heart belongs only to R from the start, but she gradually transfers her affection to Mori.

4. Both characters are adults, and Mori is most definitely Mafia.

5. [Important addition] Mori's dark, twisted possessiveness runs throughout the story. If it's not your thing, don't force yourself to read it!

6. The timeline and characters include author-created details. The technology level follows Yokohama.

[Synopsis screenshotted on 2025.9.20]

Theme: Love is anticipation, the growth of all things.