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 5

Chapter 5: The Key to Freedom?

[MC POV]

The key is right there. Just a few inches out of reach.

I glance at the door. Miyuki is still in the kitchen, humming as she washes the dishes.

If I can just stretch a little more—

Clink.

The chain rattles.

Damn it. Not enough slack.

I reposition myself on the bed, moving as quietly as possible. Maybe if I use the blanket to grab it—

The door opens.

“Natsume-kun~!” Miyuki’s cheerful voice fills the room.

I immediately sit back like I wasn’t just attempting my great escape. “Uh, welcome back.”

She walks in, wiping her hands on a towel, completely oblivious to my failed attempt. “I was thinking, instead of making you breakfast in bed every day, we should have meals together at the dining table like a real couple!”

“…A real couple?”

She nods enthusiastically, sitting beside me on the bed. “Yes! Husband and wife should always eat together, right?”

“H-Husband and wife?”

Her cheeks flush slightly, and she fidgets with the hem of her dress. “W-Well… not yet. But we’ve already taken the first step, so it’s only natural that we think about the future.”

Think about the future?!

My mind races. Miyuki always liked me—I knew that—but I didn’t realize she saw this kind of future.

She suddenly leans closer, her hand resting over mine. “I’ll take good care of you, Natsume. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about anything ever again.”

Her eyes shine with sincerity. It’s not just obsession—there’s genuine love in her gaze.

If she weren’t holding me captive, this would actually be touching.

I clear my throat. “Uh, Miyuki, about these chains—”

“Nope~.”

“What do you mean ‘nope’?”

She playfully pokes my cheek. “I know you, silly. If I let you go now, you’ll run away. But maybe, in time.”

“…”

Damn it.

She giggles, then stands up. “I’ll go prepare lunch. I’ll make your favorite hamburger steak! And after that, we should go over our daily schedule.”

“Daily schedule?”

Miyuki nods seriously. “Of course! A proper household runs on routine. I’ll take care of the cooking, cleaning, and finances. You just focus on being my perfect husband.”

“…You’re really going all in on this, huh?”

She beams. “Obviously! What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t?”

I sigh. “Miyuki, I—”

She places a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“Shh. No more protests. Just relax and let your wife take care of you, okay?”

With that, she leaves the room.

I rub my temples.

She’s seriously planning out an entire married life for us.

I glance at the key again.

I need to escape.

But first… maybe I should try her cooking.