Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 44 - Filter 🔞

Christian leaned back in his chair, studying me intently as I processed the list of rules he had presented. His expression was unreadable, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me uneasy.

"Now, let's see how well you can follow these rules," he said, his voice taking on a slightly mocking tone. "I want you to answer a few questions for me, and I expect complete honesty. No sugarcoating, no beating around the bush. Understand?"

I nodded mutely, my throat constricting with apprehension.

"Good." He paused for a moment, as if carefully considering his next words. "Have you ever been with another man?"

The question caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

What kind of question is that?

"Well?" he prompted, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

"N-no," I stammered, averting my gaze.

"Look at me when you answer," he commanded, his voice stern.

I reluctantly met his piercing stare, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

"No," I repeated, more firmly this time.

A slow smile spread across his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Excellent. And have you ever thought about being with another man?"

My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to maintain eye contact.

How can he ask me these things?

"No, never," I lied, hoping he wouldn't see through my deception.

Christian's expression hardened, and he leaned forward, his gaze boring into me. "Don't lie to me," he growled. "I can always tell when you're lying."

I swallowed hard, my palms growing clammy with nerves. "Yes," I admitted in a small voice. "Sometimes."

"I see." He sat back again, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "And what exactly do you think about when you have these thoughts?"

Oh god, he's really going there.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my face burning with shame. "I... I don't know. Just... being with someone else, I guess."

"Someone else, or a specific person?" he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

Should I tell him the truth?

"Don't make me ask again," he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"A specific person," I mumbled, staring down at my hands.

"And who might that be?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "My ex-bestfreind, Warren."

Christian's expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a calm, almost eerie composure.

"I see," he said slowly, his voice deceptively even. "And what exactly do you imagine doing with this... Warren?"

Oh my god, he's really going to make me say it.

I shifted uncomfortably, my face burning with humiliation. "Just... being intimate with him, I guess."

"You guess?" Christian leaned forward again, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I want details. Don't leave anything out."

I took a shaky breath, my mind racing as I tried to decide how much to reveal.

This is so messed up.

"Well?" he prompted, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"I... I imagine us kissing and... touching each other," I began hesitantly. "And then... having sex."

"Mmm, go on," he purred, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and something darker, something I couldn't quite place.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "That's... that's about it, really."