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 26

Chapter 26: The Night That Bound Them

The night air was thick with warmth, the distant hum of the city beyond the windows fading into an insignificant whisper. Inside the dimly lit bedroom, only the soft rustling of sheets and the quiet gasps of two entangled souls filled the silence.

Natsume and Miyuki lay together, their bodies pressed so closely that neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Their skin was flushed, their breaths uneven, their gazes locked in something beyond desire—something deeper, something that had always been there but had never been spoken aloud.

Miyuki’s fingers trembled as they traced the line of Natsume’s jaw while still connected underneath, as her touch hesitant yet needy, as if she feared he might slip away if she didn’t hold onto him tightly enough. Her usual composure—the self-assured, calculated woman who always had the upper hand—was long gone. In her place was someone vulnerable, someone desperate to be claimed, to be wanted by him and him alone.

Natsume could see it in her eyes—the unspoken plea, the raw need beneath the surface. He exhaled softly, leaning down to capture her lips once more, his hands trailing down her back in slow, deliberate strokes.

Miyuki let out a quiet whimper against his mouth, pressing her upper body into his as her nails dug lightly into his shoulders, while savouring and tightening her lower lips. The sensation sent a shiver through him, igniting something deep within, something that had been simmering for a while beneath the surface.

He rolled her onto her back, looming over her as he gazed down at her flushed face. A smirk tugged at his lips as he brushed a strand of dark hair from her cheek. “You’re staring.”

Miyuki blinked, cutely responding. “Am I?”

His fingers ghosted over her collarbone, down the curve of her shoulder, to the place where they were still connected, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Just making sure you know how much I love seeing you like this.”

Her cheeks darkened, and she turned her face slightly, unable to hold his gaze. “Idiot…I also love being like this with you.” she muttered under her breath.

Natsume chuckled. After all, she’s adorable when she’s flustered and honest.

But more than that, she was his.

And tonight, he would make sure she never doubted that again.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. Miyuki gasped, her body arching instinctively against him like a bow, as his hands trailed lower, teasing, worshipping, cherishing every inch of her. Did she climax?

Miyuki, who had always been so composed, so in control, was unraveling beneath his touch, gasping, her whole body shaking in climactic fervour, with moistened eyes, yet undesiring to let herself be disconnected.

She wants it.

She needs it.

As she fell on the bed again, her hands slowly moved on their own, reaching up to pull him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as she whispered his name in a voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

He groaned softly against her skin, his lips moving down, leaving a trail of heated kisses along her bare shoulder. “Miyuki…”

Her heart pounded at the way he said her name—low, husky, filled with something that sent warmth pooling in her stomach.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She couldn’t bear another second of distance between them.

Miyuki suddenly pushed him back softly, rolling over until she was now the one straddling him. Natsume’s eyes widened for a moment before a teasing smirk curved his lips.

“Oh? Taking the lead again now?”

Miyuki’s breath was uneven as she leaned down, her lips barely a breath away from his. “You’re tired, aren’t you?” she murmured, her voice dripping with sweet seduction. “Let me take care of you.”

A low groan escaped him as her hands began to move, tracing the hard planes of his chest, her touch featherlight, torturous.

“Miyuki…” he whispered, his hands gripping her waist as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his lips.

She smiled, her eyes dark with an emotion that sent a thrill through him.

Tonight, there were no masks.

No games.

Just them.

And neither of them wanted the night to end.

The hours stretched on, lost in whispered confessions, slow caresses, and lingering kisses. The barriers that had once stood between them had crumbled completely, leaving only raw emotion, only them—entwined, inseparable. Slowly, yet surely.

At some point, exhaustion finally began to take its toll, their movements slowing, their breaths becoming softer.

Miyuki lay atop Natsume, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Natsume’s fingers lazily traced circles against her bare back, his body warm and relaxed beneath her.

A peaceful silence filled the room, heavy with contentment.

Miyuki sighed, tightening her hold around him. “I don’t want this night to end…”

Natsume smiled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Then don’t let it.”

She closed her eyes, feeling his warmth, feeling his presence surrounding her.

After so many years of chasing him, after so many fears of losing him—he was finally hers.

And she would never let him go.