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 27: The Longest Night

The night was far from over.

Miyuki had thought, perhaps foolishly, that they had reached their peak of passion while enjoying their valleys. Thinking that right after everything, after giving in to their desires, after feeling his warmth surround her completely, their hunger for one another would finally be satisfied.

But she had underestimated something—something so simple, so undeniable.

Natsume was still here. And she still wanted more.

Her body felt light, her senses heightened, her skin tingling with the aftershocks of their previous exchanges. Yet even as she lay against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy, affectionate circles along her back, chests, buttocks, and then her face-lips-eyes, she could feel it—the restless energy still simmering between them.

And, as if sensing her thoughts, Natsume shifted his energy beneath, his breath warm against her hair, as he jolted his hips upwards.

“nya! Augh..hiyu!”

His fingers suddenly moved lower gliding against the sensitive dip of her spine while she, being jolted all of a sudden, tried to close her mouth with her hands, with the other pressing against his chests, looking at a far distance, as if she can watch the passion in front of her.

Miyuki sucked in that breath, slowly relaxed her head downwards to meet his gaze.

His silvery eyes glowed by the dim moonlight, filled with something unreadable, something that sent a thrill and jolts through her entire being.

“I guess someone is not tired yet?” he murmured, his lips barely brushing her ear.

Miyuki felt heat rush to her cheeks. She had been trying to calm herself, to steady her racing heart, to ignore the way her body still longed for him. But now, with that teasing voice, that mischievous glint in his eyes, the embers inside her reignited into full-blown flames.

She bit her lip, her fingers curling against his chest. “You’re are going to regret awakening me.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “I thought you liked it.”

Another push from down.

“Nha! ahua~, achk~!”

Her blush deepened.

He chuckled, rolling over slightly so that she was pinned beneath him once again now, his weight pressing against her in a way that made her gasp softly. His fingers slid up her arm, tracing over her shoulder, down the curve of her waist, before settling at her hip.

Then, hard thrust, with a slow teasing pull, grazing all spots that can ever exist.

Miyuki shuddered, trembled, jolts, gasped, whimpered, shaked, cried, laughed, and..

“Kiss! Please! Kiss! Ahnnnn!!”

The anticipation, the electric tension between them—it was too much.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips brushing against his as he whispered, “Here Princess.”

And that was all the invitation she needed.

*Slurrrrrrrrrrp fuaa~ slurrrrrrrp.

Time lost meaning.

Miyuki had no idea how many times they had kissed, how many times they had reached the heights of passion, savoured the valleys, and then only craved for more.

It was as if they had been starved for too long, holding back, suppressing every little feeling that had built up over the years. Now, there was no stopping them.

And the more they explored each other, the more they wanted to explore.

It was almost amusing.

Miyuki, the ever-controlled, elegant, and composed heiress, had been reduced to someone who clung to Natsume with desperate, pleading hands. And Natsume, normally so logical and composed, had become someone who couldn’t keep himself from whispering her name with breathless reverence.

At one point, Miyuki found herself straddling him again as he stood, her dark hair spilling over their shoulders as she traced her fingers along his jawline.

Natsume, in turn, stared up at her with unrestrained admiration, his lips quivering slightly. “I could get used to this sight.”

Miyuki narrowed her eyes, a little smirk playing on her lips. “You mean me being in control?”

He chuckled sat on a chair, and then letting his hands gliding up and feeling her thighs. “I mean you looking at me like that.”

She jolted again for a moment, before becoming completely still.

It was true.

She was looking at him differently now.

Not just with longing.

Not just with passion.

But with love.

A deep, feverish, all-consuming love that she had always known was there, but had never dared to fully acknowledge.

Her hands trembled slightly as she cupped his face.

“Noooo don’t look!”

She loved him.

She had always loved him.

And now, she could finally show him just how much.

Natsume slowly uncovered her hands, his breath hitched as she leaned down with red flushed face, her lips quivering just above his. “Just get used to it,” he whispered, before capturing her lips in a kiss that left them both breathless once more.

They didn’t stop.

Not until exhaustion finally caught up with them.

Not until the first hints of sunlight began to creep through the curtains, casting golden streaks across their entangled forms.

Miyuki lay sprawled laid on her back, facing against Natsume’s face, her breath coming in slow and long, uneven pants, her body weak yet completely, utterly satisfied.

Natsume, equally drained, in a similar fashion, on his back against the bed, facing her, looking at her while taking deep long breaths,

With the only thing connecting them now, were their hands. Her left hand, and his right hand; in a lover’s grasp, fingers overlapping.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

And then—

Miyuki let out a small, breathless laugh.

Natsume blinked, “What’s so funny?”

She smiled, nuzzling closer, “I never thought you’d look this dazzling right in the morning.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not look at the mirror? Aren’t you shining like a Goddess yourself?”

She then gestured between them, their fingers lacing with his. “Us. Laughing like this. Being so—” She hesitated, searching for the right word.

“Happy?” he finished for her.

Miyuki stilled.

Then, her smile softened. “Yeah. Happy.”

Natsume exhaled, squeezing her hand gently. “I guess we’ve always been too busy chasing each other to stop and realize how much we actually wanted to be caught.”

She laughed again, shaking her head. “You’re really bad at romance, you know that?”

He smirked. “And yet, you completed me.”

Miyuki felt her chest tighten with warmth.

She had.

Completely and helplessly.

“You completed me as well.”

She moved her head slightly, her nose brushing against his his, their eyes met. “Would you still fall for me, after 50 years?”

Natsume chuckled. “Like I ever had a choice. What about you?”

“I will, even in the next life, and life after.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled only by the sound of their slow, steady breaths.

Then, at the same time—

“I love you.”