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 25

Chapter 25: A Night That Never Ends

[Natsume’s POV]

I couldn’t stop.

The moment Miyuki whispered those words—make me forget—something inside me snapped.

I had held back for too long.

I undressed her immediately.

I had ignored the way she looked at me, the way her fingers lingered against mine when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, the way she clung to me as if afraid I’d disappear.

I had convinced myself that this—we—could never happen.

But right now?

None of that mattered.

Miyuki was beneath me, her body trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short, heated gasps as I traced my lips down the curve of her neck.

She was beautiful.

The moonlight spilling through the window cast a soft glow over her flushed skin, highlighting every detail—the delicate rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted in silent pleas, the faint glisten of tears still clinging to her lashes as some traced down her lovely ample breasts onto her belly button.

My heart clenched.

Was this really the same Miyuki?

The confident, possessive, cunning woman who always had an answer for everything?

Now, she looked so vulnerable, so desperate for me, and it made something primal surge within me.

I wanted to see more of this side of her.

I wanted her to come undone under me.

I wanted her to never doubt that she belonged to me just as much as I belonged to her.

I captured her lips again, and she whimpered, her fingers digging into my back.

Slowly tracing down her neck, then her left breasts, to her belly to her thighs, looking above.

And as I did, she arched into me, pressing her body against mine, it felt as she was also losing control of herself.

“More.”

A low groan escaped me as I trailed my hands down her sides, memorizing every curve, tracing every soft gasp she let out with my tongue.

I needed her.

“Ahn–”

And from the way she was clinging to me, holding my head against her thighs, she needed me just as much.

I took my time, savoring every touch, every kiss, every sound she made—because tonight, I was going to prove something to her.

She was mine.

And nothing, nothing, could ever change that.

[Miyuki’s POV]

I felt like I was floating.

Natsume’s hands, his lips, his tongue, the way he owned every inch of my body—it was overwhelming.

I had dreamed about this for so long.

But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for the real thing.

I let out a shaky breath, my body arching into him, desperate for more. My eyes moistened by the very act he accomplished as my hands held his head without my permission.

He had taken control from the start, driving me insane with slow, deliberate touches, teasing me, making me whimper his name over and over again.

But as much as I loved it—

I wanted more.

No, I need more.

And if there was one thing I knew about Natsume—he wasn’t the only one who could be in control.

I felt his breath hitch as I suddenly flipped and pushed him over, straddling him before he could react.

His eyes widened slightly, his grip on my waist tightening. “Miyuki—”

I leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss against his nipples. “Your turn to rest,” I whispered.

He let out a soft gasp, but I could see the way his body tensed beneath me, the way his hands trembled ever so slightly.

I felt powerful.

For once, I wasn’t the one chasing him.

This time, I was the one leading.

And I was going to make sure he never forgot this night either.

I kissed my way down his stomach, reveling in the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers twitched against my skin as if barely holding back.
And when he was hard enough. I straddled and rid him to submission.

“Guh–aaghh”

I loved this.

I loved him.

The way he moaned, the way his expressions changes, the way he looks at me.

I want his everything. I love his everything

And tonight, I was going to show him just how much I desired him.

[Natsume’s POV]

I was exhausted.

Miyuki had completely turned the tables on me, taking control in a way that had left me utterly breathless. It was very hard not to finish before.

I had underestimated her.

Big mistake.

She was relentless, teasing me, making me groan her name over and over again until my body felt like it had reached its limit.

And yet, even now, as I lay back, trying to catch my breath, she was still curled up against me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my chest.

I let out a soft chuckle, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Satisfied?”

She looked up at me, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes glowing in the dim light.

She smiled—a rare, genuine smile.

And for some reason, that made my chest tighten more than anything else.

I sat up, wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me.

She let out a small gasp, but then relaxed, melting into my embrace, embracing me in return as well.

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, feeling each other, sharing each other’s warmth.

No words were needed.

We had spent so long fighting, so long avoiding what was inevitable.

But tonight, there was nothing between us except warmth.

Except us.

I let out a tired sigh, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You win this time.”

She giggled, nuzzling against my chest. “We both won.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips.

Maybe she is right.

Maybe both of us won.

But honestly?

I didn’t mind losing.

Not to her.

Never to her.

Because right now, with her in my arms, I knew one thing for certain.

There was nowhere else I would rather be.

And there was no one else I would rather be with.

We lay there, holding each other, feeling each other’s warmth, breathing in each other’s presence.

And as I slowly drifted off, I heard Miyuki whisper—

“I won’t let you go.”

A soft chuckle escaped me. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

She tightened her grip around me, as if making sure I wouldn’t slip away.

And with that, she took hold of it once again and inserted,

“–ku~”

We both closed our eyes, our bodies still pressed together, now connected as well, our hearts beating as one. As we feel each other closely.

Tonight, for the first time in a long time—

We weren’t fighting against fate.

We were embracing it.

Together.