Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!”

Chapter 14: You’re Mine

Click.

The clubroom door swung open.

The air froze.

My arms halted midair, and over Mio-san’s shoulder, I saw—

“…”

Towa, standing there.

A cold smile on her face, staring at us.

(…I’m done for.)

My inner voice whispered.

The movie’s end credits lingered faintly in the clubroom.

A soft piano melody. Names scrolling on the screen. But the air was anything but calm.

“Came to pick you up~ …Wait, what’s going on here?”

Kazuto froze.

There stood—Towa Tsukina.

At school, she’s always gentle, pure, the object of everyone’s admiration. But now, her eyes were fixed on me.

“…Oh, this? It’s film club equipment. My personal ‘backrest.’ It’s precious, so hands off. And it’s mine alone.”

Mio-san threw out an excuse instantly, resting a hand on Kazuto’s head as if it were the most natural thing.

“Hmm~ Then I’ll join the film club. Let’s make that equipment communal, okay?”

Towa smiled brightly. But it wasn’t her usual classroom smile. It was soft yet shadowed with an unfathomable depth.

“Sorry, but we’re not recruiting members. Try next year.”

Mio-san brushed it off smoothly.

“Aw, too bad…”

Towa sighed lightly. But then she looked straight at Kazuto.

“I’ll have my property do the same for me.”

Her gaze was sharp, like a blade with no escape.

Kazuto swallowed hard. His heart pounded painfully.

“…Alright, let’s head home! The movie’s over.”

Towa’s voice was cheerful, but the intent behind it hit like a sting.

Mio-san’s face twitched slightly, and she whispered low in Kazuto’s ear.

“—Don’t break the pact, got it?”

Towa tilted her head.

“Did we make one? What was it again~?”

“Don’t play dumb! You’re not to drink Kazuto’s blood.”

Mio-san’s voice sharpened.

“Oh, right, that~ I forgot.”

Towa giggled. But her smile was ice-cold.

“But, you know… if I forget, sorry. Bloodlust isn’t so easy to control. For humans, it’s like promising not to drink water. Unreasonable, right?”

Her words sent a chill down my spine.

Her voice was sweet and soft, yet it planted unease deep in my heart.

Caught between the two girls, Kazuto was trapped.

Mio-san’s weight against his back, Towa’s piercing gaze.

In a cage with no escape, Kazuto could only gulp—his heartbeat echoing loudly.

—The film club room was ruled not by the movie’s afterglow, but by a different tension.

“Exactly—Kazuto, you can stand now.”

Mio-san said, slowly pulling away from me. But the distance lasted only a moment. The next instant, I was yanked into a tight embrace.

Her right hand gently but firmly held the back of my head, inescapable. Her left arm wrapped around my back, her warmth seeping through my clothes. The softness of a girl, paired with an unyielding grip. The contradiction made my heart feel like it would explode.

Her chin rested on my right shoulder, her hot breath brushing my ear.

“…!”

Then, in a whisper, words like an ancient curse flowed in. Her voice vibrated my eardrums, sweetly numbing the depths of my brain.

The next moment—my body was enveloped in light.

A searing heat branded my neck. Pain and pleasure surged together, my throat trembling. I didn’t need a mirror to know. A sigil-like mark was etched there. The light faded, leaving only the trace.

“Listen, this is my mark of possession.”

Her voice carried a mix of tenderness and madness.

“No one can touch him now. Not a scratch. But… don’t bite him, got it? If he’s harmed, I’ll pay the price. And then—we’ll have another war.”

—Possession. Am I now a labeled piece of property?

“Wow~ That’s some yandere move. You’re on another level.”

“I’d love to hear why you’re so desperate to keep his blood.”

“Anyone would put their name on their property, wouldn’t they?”

Mio-san answered as if it were obvious, her face serious, almost proud.

“Hmm… Then I’ll write mine too.”

Towa licked her lips lightly, staring at me.

“Maybe below your navel. Or… hehehe.”

Her gaze pierced me like a knife sizing up prey before carving.