Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 36: It’s Working

As Holo walked through the facility, he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to see Trixie, her mischievous grin plastered across her face. Before he could say anything, she dragged him down the hallway, her grip surprisingly firm.

"Trixie, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

"We're going to my room," she said matter-of-factly, her pace quick. "I need you right now."

Holo sighed but didn't resist. He had learned by now that when Trixie wanted something, she usually got it. Once they reached her room, she closed the door behind them and turned to face him, her eyes filled with an almost overwhelming intensity.

"I missed you," she said softly, stepping closer to him. "You don't realize how much I think about you, do you?"

"Trixie—" Holo began, but she cut him off.

"Shh," she said, placing a finger over his lips. "I know you're busy with the others, but I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I hug you, kiss you, or even just see you, my mind goes blank. It's like you're the only thing that matters."

Holo's cheeks flushed as Trixie wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she sighed contentedly. "You like it when I hold you like this, don't you?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

"I—" Holo stammered, but before he could finish, Trixie pushed him gently onto her bed. She climbed on top of him, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of affection and desire.

"I know you like it when I kiss you," she said, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "And when I cuddle you. So let me make you happy."

"Trixie, you don't have to—" Holo tried to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss.

Her lips pressed against his with fervent intensity, and Holo's mind went blank. Trixie's hands cupped his cheeks as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his. She pulled back for a moment, her eyes gleaming with adoration.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I love you so much it hurts. Please, just let me stay like this for a little while."

Before Holo could respond, she leaned down again, capturing his lips in another passionate kiss. Her hands moved to his chest, and she began rubbing herself against him, her soft breasts pressing firmly against his torso. Every movement was deliberate, every touch filled with love and longing.

As Holo tried to process what was happening, his pocket buzzed. He reached for his phone, only for Trixie to snatch it away, pouting. "Don't ruin this," she said, holding the phone just out of his reach.

"Trixie, it might be important," Holo said, his voice calm but firm.

She sighed dramatically but relented, handing him the phone. Holo glanced at the screen and saw a message from Graves.

Graves: Come to my office as soon as you're free. We need to talk.

Holo's chest tightened. Graves rarely sent messages like this unless it was something serious.

"I have to go," he said, sitting up.

Trixie frowned, her pout deepening. "Already? You just got here."

"I'll be back," Holo promised, gently cupping her face. "I promise."

Trixie sighed but nodded, reluctantly climbing off him. "Fine. But don't keep me waiting too long."

Holo gave her a small smile before leaving the room, his mind now focused on what Graves could possibly want.

Holo walked briskly down the sterile hallways toward Graves's office, his mind racing with curiosity and unease. Graves's message had been brief and cryptic, but there was a weight to it that Holo couldn't ignore. When he arrived, the door was already ajar, and Graves gestured for him to come inside.

"Close the door," Graves said, his tone serious as he motioned for Holo to sit.

Holo did as instructed, settling into the chair across from Graves's desk. The older man leaned back, his sharp eyes studying Holo intently.

"You've been making progress with Eleanor," Graves began, his voice calm but deliberate.

Holo raised an eyebrow. "If you can call it that. She's still as harsh and guarded as ever."

Graves smirked faintly. "Perhaps, but even someone as closed off as Eleanor can't help but slip up occasionally. And we've been listening."

Holo frowned, his chest tightening. "Listening?"

Graves opened a drawer and pulled out a small recorder. "Eleanor isn't exactly forthcoming during your sessions, but when she's alone, she talks. To herself, mostly. And we've recorded it."

Holo's unease deepened. "Why are you telling me this?"

Graves pressed play on the recorder without answering. The first audio clip crackled to life, and Eleanor's familiar voice filled the room.

"He's an idiot," she muttered, her tone dripping with disdain. "Why does he keep coming back? Doesn't he realize how pointless this is? Trying to fix someone like me? It's laughable."

Graves stopped the recording, watching Holo's reaction. Holo sat in silence, his hands clenched into fists.

"There's more," Graves said, pressing play again.

The next recording was harsher, Eleanor's voice filled with irritation. "I hate him. He's so irritating. Always smiling, always being kind. It's like he's mocking me. Who does he think he is?"

Holo felt a pang in his chest, but Graves quickly moved on to the third clip. This one was different—Eleanor's voice was softer, almost trembling.

"I hate myself," she said quietly. "I hate that I'm starting to... feel something. For him. It's disgusting. I don't want this."

Graves paused the recording again, glancing at Holo. "Still think you're not getting to her?" he asked with a smirk.

Holo swallowed hard, his mind racing. "Play the next one."

Graves obliged, starting the fourth clip. Eleanor's tone was harsher again, but there was an underlying desperation in her words.

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"I wish he would just die," she muttered. "If he were gone, I could put my walls back up. I could go back to being who I was. But no, he has to keep breaking me down, piece by piece. I hate him."

The words stung, but Holo didn't flinch. He knew there was more to her feelings than just hatred.

The fifth clip began, and this time, Eleanor's voice was different—hesitant, almost vulnerable.

"Why is he like this? Why does his kindness feel... different? It's changing me, and I don't know how to stop it. Part of me doesn't even want to."

Holo's chest tightened, and he leaned forward, his attention fully on the recording.

Graves smirked, pressing play on the final clip. Eleanor's voice was soft, almost wistful.

"I don't understand him. But... maybe I don't hate him as much as I thought. Maybe... maybe I want to talk to him. Not fight him. Just... talk. Is that so bad? Wanting to be his friend?"

The recorder clicked off, and the room fell into silence. Holo sat back in his chair, his mind swirling with emotions. Anger, confusion, sadness—but most of all, hope.

"She's fighting herself," Graves said, breaking the silence. "She's caught between who she's been her whole life and the person you're helping her become. It's messy, and it's going to get messier before it gets better."

Holo nodded slowly, his resolve hardening. "She's not beyond saving," he said. "She's closer than she thinks."

Graves smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Then get back in there and prove it."