Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 34 - See me

(Chris POV)

I felt the weight of her underwear in my pocket, a physical reminder of her presence. Her hair was damp, and her clothes clung to her skin, accentuating her frustration. Despite her anger, she looked adorable, and it only fueled the pulsating desire within me.

"Give me my underwear back," she demanded, her tone firm.

"No," I replied flatly, though I knew I couldn't return them even if I wanted to.

"You're disgusting," she spat, her disgust evident.

"I know," I admitted, unfazed by her words.

Pulling her closer, I guided her to lay atop me, inhaling the scent of her hair, a fragrance I adored. At my house, I had a doll resembling her, crafted from her baby teeth, old pillows, blankets, and strands of her hair collected from brushes and combs.

Yet, it paled in comparison to the real Y/N before me.

As she shifted against me, the temptation to act upon my desires surged, but I resisted, knowing the repercussions of succumbing to them in such a public setting.

"Chris," she began hesitantly.

"Yes, baby?" I responded, my attention fully on her.

"...What's your real personality like?" she asked, her gaze avoiding direct contact with mine, betraying her apprehension.

"My real personality..." I repeated, contemplating her question. "You mean, without restraint, acting solely on instinct?" I clarified, sensing her fear underlying her inquiry.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered in response to my question about my unrestrained self.

"By now, I would have ended the lives of five people, and you would be in my house, living by my rules, wearing nothing," I confessed, the weight of my admission hanging heavily in the air.

Silence enveloped us, intensifying the pulsing desire coursing through my veins.

"W-Wearing nothing?" she echoed, her voice laced with incredulity.

"In my bed," I added, unapologetically owning my perversion.

"You pervert," she retorted, though her tone lacked conviction.

Running my hand along her spine, I traced each vertebra, savoring the sensation. Slipping my hand beneath her shirt, I caressed her back, marveling at the softness of her skin. Unbeknownst to her, her phone buzzed with an incoming message, but she remained lost in her thoughts.

Retrieving it from her pocket, I glanced at the screen, noting the message from an unknown sender. With a fleeting glance at her, I unlocked her phone, curiosity piqued as I opened the message.

"There are some things about that tutor boyfriend of yours that you need to know," the message read ominously. Below the text was a disturbing image of me standing over her at night.

I couldn't help but almost laugh at the pathetic attempt to intimidate her. As if she would care. She nuzzled against my chest, her innocence radiating in the moment.

So cute.

But now, I realized, I truly had to deal with him. It was ironic how I had been concerned about her fearing me, yet this sorry excuse for a living being dared to try this. Placing her phone on the nightstand, I kissed her neck, eliciting a slight squirm from her. But I persisted, showering her with affection.

I entertained dark thoughts of how I would deal with him. Skin him alive, extract his teeth, and fashion them into a gruesome necklace. Perhaps it would be amusing for his parents to discover it. 

No, she really did need to witness the true extent of my devotion.