My childhood friend got me drunk and did it with me. I think it felt really good, so I continued being with her as well. ...Yandere? what is that? - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: A Night of No Regrets

[Miyuki’s POV]

I could hardly breathe.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath against my skin made my heart pound so fiercely that I thought it might burst.

This wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t one of my fantasies, the ones I had spent too many nights indulging in when I was alone in my room, thinking about him—craving him.

This was real.

Natsume was here.

And he was mine.

I clung to him as if he might disappear the moment I let go. My fingers tangled in his hair, my legs curled tightly around his waist, holding him close—so close that even the air between us felt like too much distance.

I could feel the way his breath hitched as I traced my fingers along the nape of his neck.

He’s real.

He’s really touching me like this…

A soft whimper escaped my lips as he trailed heated kisses down my throat, his hands gripping my waist possessively.

I gasped, arching against him, my body responding to him in ways that made my face burn.

“Natsume…” My voice came out as a broken whisper.

He paused, his lips hovering just above my collarbone. I felt his breath against my skin, warm and unsteady.

His eyes met mine, darkened with something intense—something that sent a shiver down my spine.

And then, his hands—those hands—caressed my sides, slow and deliberate, tracing the curves of my body with a reverence that made me feel weak.

He was taking his time.

Savoring me.

As if he had waited just as long as I had for this.

I bit my lip, my fingers pressing into his back, urging him closer. “Don’t stop.”

He let out a low gasp, and there was no teasing in it—only heat.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

His lips found mine again, deeper this time, as if he wanted to consume every part of me, as if he wanted to erase every doubt I had ever felt.

And I let him.

I surrendered to him completely.

Because tonight—

I needed him.

I needed him to take away the aching loneliness I had felt every time he walked away with that girl.

I needed him to prove that no matter what happened, no matter who else tried to take his attention, he belonged to me.

And I belonged to him.

A soft moan slipped past my lips as his fingers brushed against bare skin, sending fire through my veins.

His hands were everywhere—gentle, yet firm, as if he were trying to memorize me with every touch.

I trembled beneath him, my heart hammering against my ribs.

This wasn’t like before.

This wasn’t playful.

This wasn’t just his usual way of indulging me when I pouted or acted possessive.

This was him wanting me—just as much as I had always wanted him.

And it broke me.

A sob caught in my throat, and I didn’t even realize I was crying again until he cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the fresh tears.

“Miyuki…” His voice was husky, laced with something that made my stomach tighten. “Are you—”

I didn’t let him finish.

Instead, I also crashed my lips against his, my chest against his, pouring every ounce of longing and desperation into that kiss.

I wanted him to feel it.

To understand how much I needed this.

How much I needed him.

He groaned against my lips, his grip on me tightening as if he finally understood.

As if he had been holding back—for me.

But I didn’t want him to hold back anymore.

“Make me forget,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips yet again.

His body tensed above me.

I could feel the restraint in the way his fingers curled against my skin, the way his breathing became ragged.

And then—

His lips ghosted over my ear, his voice low, almost a growl quickly undressing me—

“I’ll make sure you never remember anything but me.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I knew, in that moment—

Tonight would change everything.

And I didn’t regret it.

Not even for a second.