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 7

Chapter 7: A Wife’s Longing

[Miyuki’s POV]

After doing all chores and university tasks, I gazed out the window, where the moon shone beautifully. And he was still out.

At this moment, I felt like the only person awake in the entire universe.

Well… aside from him.

Natsume.

My beloved.

The man I’ve loved for so long that I can no longer imagine a life without him.

He’s sleeping now, his breaths steady and rhythmic, the faint rise and fall of his chest felt like a lullaby.

He looks so innocent like this, so vulnerable, like his usual wary expressions had transformed into something soft, something precious.

Something only I get to see.

A shiver of delight runs through me at that thought.

I shift slightly, sitting at the very edge of the bed, careful not to disturb him. Even though I want to, even though my body itches to wrap around him, to pull him closer, to keep him right where he belongs—at my side—I hold myself back.

Patience.

I’ve waited for so long. I can wait a little longer.

For now, I simply watch.

His lips are slightly parted, his dark lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Strands of his soft, tousled hair fall over his forehead, and my fingers twitch with the urge to push them back.

Should I?

Would he wake up?

Even if he did… what’s the worst that could happen?

I let out a slow breath and lean forward.

Gently, oh so gently, I reach out and let my fingers brush against his hair.

Soft.

So soft.

I stroke my fingers through the dark strands, combing them back, watching as they fall perfectly into place.

He stirs slightly, murmuring something unintelligible under his breath.

My heart stops.

Did I wake him?

No.

After a second, his body relaxes again, his breathing steady and slow.

A quiet giggle escapes my lips.

Even in his sleep, he’s so adorable.

So oblivious.

How many years have I spent by his side, loving him?

How many times has he chased after girls who were never worthy of him, blind to the one person who has always been here?

But that doesn’t matter anymore.

Because now, he’s here.

And I won’t let him go.

Ever.

My fingers drift lower, trailing down the side of his face, the curve of his jawline, stopping just short of his lips.

Would he wake up if I kissed him?

The thought sends a delicious thrill through me.

I bite my lower lip.

It’s such a small thing. Just a kiss.

My kiss.

Would he even mind?

Or would he just stay asleep, unaware that I’m stealing something so precious from him?

The temptation is unbearable.

Slowly, carefully, I lean in.

My heart pounds, every inch of my skin burning as I close the distance between us.

I can feel his warm breath against my lips, smell the faint scent of his skin—clean, a little sweet, a little masculine.

The very scent of home.

My eyes flutter shut.

And then—

I press my lips against his.

Soft.

So, so soft.

I stay like that for a moment, savoring the feeling, memorizing it.

He doesn’t stir.

Doesn’t push me away.

Doesn’t even know.

A sigh escapes me as I finally pull back.

My lips tingle.

My entire body is trembling.

I want more.

But I have to be patient.

For now, I’ll be satisfied with this.

For now.

I press my forehead lightly against his shoulder, closing my eyes for a brief moment. His warmth seeps into me, calming, soothing, anchoring me in this moment.

This is where I belong.

Beside him.

With him.

My fingers move again, trailing downward, brushing lightly against his chest. Even through the fabric of his shirt, I can feel the faint outlines of muscle.

How unfair.

How can he be this perfect?

I flatten my palm against him, pressing just slightly, feeling the way his body reacts to my touch even in sleep.

Heat flares in my cheeks.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I can’t help myself.

He’s mine.

My husband.

Even if he doesn’t realize it yet, he will.

He will.

I shift closer, take his thighs in between mine, as my hand traced the outline of his stomach, fingers skimming the slight ridges of his abs.

“Ahn~”

A shudder runs through me. I can’t help but move along his thighs while biting my lips so as no words slip away from me.

So warm.

So firm.

So… his.

I swallow hard, my breath coming a little quicker now.

I wonder…

Would he let me touch him like this if he were awake?

Would he push me away?

Would he look at me with those exasperated, flustered expressions he always gives me whenever I tease him?

“…nngh.”

Tears come down my eyes. Because,

I don’t know.

But one day, I’ll find out.

For now, though—

For now, I’ll let him sleep.

I pull back slightly, taking away my thighs away from his as it forms a thin string, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips part slightly as he breathes.

A small smile tugs at my own lips.

He’s so cute.

I brush my fingers over his hair one last time before slowly, carefully, sliding out of the bed.

It’s hard to leave.

Painfully hard.

But if I stay too long, I’ll be tempted to do even more.

And I have to be patient.

After all—

Tomorrow is another day.

And soon enough, he’ll come to accept the reality that he is mine.

Forever.