His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

161 v. Riddles

“So what do you want to know about me?” she blushed at the awkwardness of the situation.

He laughed at the silliness of her question. If he would tell her he wants to know everything about her, he feels like it will be too much.

He didn’t want to look like a freak around her. It is already bad enough that he easily risked his life by being in her room, all because she asked for them to meet there.

He couldn’t tell her because to her, he is nothing but a stranger. A stranger she approached for a request.

“Let’s both get to know each other, queenie. It is not right to be physical right away, especially for a virgin. I want to be at least more gentle, and a bit more patient. I do not wish for you to regret your invitation,” he joined her in her bed, pulling her to him as he sat upright, replacing the pillows she was leaning to earlier with his body.

“How- how do we do that? I mean how do we get to know each other as you wanted,” she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the butterflies in her stomach.

“By asking questions, and answering them,” he suggested.

He couldn’t help but press his body against her, she feels so soft. He couldn’t help but smile when his action made her gasp.

To think just a few days ago this was just all in his mind. And now he could do this to her. Be as physically close to her as he wanted.

.....

This makes him feel as if he would turn insane from the excitement if it all. Holding her close to him is already more than he ever thought could be possible between them.

“Then who will ask the question first?” she asked, trying hard to calm her wildly beating heart.

It is difficult to be trapped in his arms. It made her feel so hot and started to make her clitoris throb as she felt more excited from being held by him.

“Should I?” he asked, testing the waters of course.

He knew it himself there was no backing out now. From here on he will never be able to stay behind in the shadows.

From now on, he will be like a man possessed whenever she is near. He could never stop wanting her to be this close to him.

Like an addict who had his first hit, he felt like the whole world can end and even that he wouldn’t mind. For as long as he can hold her like this.

“Mhmm...” she didn’t trust herself to speak, afraid her words will fail her.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“I- I am. This is my first time to be held like this,” she confessed.

“I am happy whenever I hear that,” he admitted.

“What makes you happy about it?” she blinked.

He chuckled and whispered, “Something about being your first.”

He wanted to add he is going to make sure he will be her last too. But seeing how inappropriate saying that will be, he managed to keep the thoughts to himself.

“What made you agree to this?” she asked, unable to stop herself.

“Curiosity maybe,” he simply said.

It is not like he can say his real reasons for agreeing to all of her terms. It is already bad enough that he seemed more eager than she is.

“Curiosity about what? Haven’t you explored everything there is to know about it in that department?” she asked, her interest piqued.

“I didn’t know my reputation was that bad,” he complained.

“Nonetheless to answer your question. I think it is curiosity about the set- up you seem to want. I have had women try to force me to enter into a relationship or to be an exclusive partner of theirs. But never have I encountered someone who seems to encourage me into maintaining several other partners,” his smile did not seem to reach his eyes.

So she couldn’t help but ask further, “Do you like this relationship more?”

“I like this relationship far more than I ever liked any of those relationships in my past,” he said seriously.

He couldn’t help but want more from her. He would be over the moon to hear her demand an exclusivity.

He would do anything for him to hear her say that. However, whatever this relationship is. Is far more than he could ever have hoped for.

Saying he likes this relationship more is only because of one thing. Because it is a relationship with her.

No matter the circumstance they are in, he likes this relationship infinitely more than all those other relationships he ever had. They were all just a means to forget her.

She bit her lip. So he does hate clingy women. She should take note of that even in the future.

“So the scent you are wearing, did you mix them yourself? You have such a unique scent that I couldn’t help but ask,” he took a tentative sniff of her hair.

To be honest, he was quite proud of how well he was behaving until now. Having her pressed to him like this, against his strained erection. He could barely contain himself.

“Scent? I do not wear any type of perfume. My shampoo and soap are also just the regular kinds, I prefer them antibacterial and minty,” she was surprised at his words.

Is this one of his pickup lines? She wondered why the effort for such when they are just going to maintain a casual relationship between themselves.

“You do smell distinctly of roses and vanilla,” he seemed to be speaking only to himself.

He wanted to bury his face in her hair as he fill her up with his seeds. Even the thought made him even harder.

“Something is poking me,” she said, blushing.

He was amused at her innocence, “It is that. That part of a guy that gets hard when we get excited.”

“What makes you excited?” she asked, turning her face to him, probably to also stop him from pressing his hard erection against her ass.

He laughed at how innocent she is despite the way she had proposed to him. She really is a woman of contrasts.

“You. You make me excited,” his deep voice seemed to have scared her as she put a bit of distance between them.

“What about me makes you excited?” she asked, blushing.

She always thought of herself as ordinary. She never knew she will ever be referred to as someone exciting.

“Everything about you is exciting to me,” he said as his eyes seemed to be melting with hers in a very intense gaze he seemed to have no intention of letting go.

“You do not have to sweet talk. After all, this is all just meant to be casual,” she couldn’t help but remind him.

“You think I am just trying to curry your favor,” he said as a matter of observation.

To be reminded so harshly about his position in her life does make him feel a bit bitter. Such really was his luck.

“I think you are trying to be nice, maybe even sound like a gentleman,” she pointed out.

He laughed, “Please believe me when I say. I am not a very nice person, queenie.”

It was her turn to laugh, “Not a very nice person. I guess I should believe you. After all, you are the yakuza’s second in command.”

Her laughter was music in his ears. Such a merry sound he was sure he would be able to recall even in his sleep.

Wasnt it too emasculating for a man to find every single thing about a girl so fascinating? He has to try to maintain appearances, it is the only way not to look like a total fool.

“I didn’t know you can make me laugh so hard. You always looked so serious in the few instances we have met. It is a good thing my room is soundproof or we would have been found out. My laughter sounds like a witch’s, too high-pitched. I hope you do not mind it,” she stopped and looked at him, trying to decipher if he didn’t find her annoying.

“You shouldn’t mind so much of your manners around me. Especially when we are alone like this. Since this relationship is meant to be casual, you shouldn’t worry so much about my impression of you. Just feel free to be yourself,” he couldn’t help but encourage her.

It is the real her he wished to know about. Mary. The lady who was his mentor’s daughter. And the one he has been pining over for years. She wants to know that girl.

“Then are you encouraging me to embarrass myself more in front of you?” she asked, with a bit of playfulness in her voice.

“If that is what it takes to bring out your natural self. Then I do not mind watching some more of your embarrassing moments,” he teased her back before kissing her in yet another mind-confusing kiss.

When their lips separated, she heard him whisper, “As long as you show your real self in front of me. I will accept it. Be it angry, sad, happy, or even frustrated and lost.”

“Do you always talk in riddles? I bet your tongue twists while saying these things to a lady,” she answered him, taking the initiative to leave a peck on his lips.

“They say I have a tongue that twists and turns. Let me give you a more physical demo, and you tell me if what they say is for real,” she blushed at his instigation.

Then their lips meet again, and even thinking about his words became so hard to do. All her concentration has been occupied by his accursed tongue that twists the knots in her stomach as he kissed her senselessly.