"Plop, plop" You can clearly hear the strong heartbeat in your chest, the frequency of which makes you suspect that it will explode at any time. But you really don't have the mind to pay attention to it now, your sight is completely occupied by the small keyhole.
"Why... I just can't put it in?" You are so anxious that you are about to cry, but you still can't stop your hand holding the key from shaking. "Don't... shake" You raised your other hand, which was also slightly trembling, and tightly grasped the hand that was trying to aim at the keyhole, hoping to reduce some of your fear.
But it didn't work.
"What are you afraid of..." You slid down the door frame with exhaustion until you squatted on the ground helplessly, and there was a faint transparent water stain on your beautiful face buried between your knees. "I'm back... I'm not there anymore... I can't see..."
"Click" the black metal door opened from the inside, and the sudden opening made you who were leaning against the door fall backwards uncontrollably. But before you could scream, a pair of strong arms embraced your leaning upper body.
After realizing who the person was, you shrank unconsciously, then leaned back obediently, and leaned yourself more comfortably in the arms of the person behind you. As if noticing your obedience, a dull laugh came from the chest behind you, and he passed his hands through your waist and knees, and picked you up effortlessly.
You turned your head and buried it in his chest, and tentatively wrapped your white and slender arms around the man's slender neck. After seeing the corners of his lips draw a satisfactory arc, you assuredly increased the strength of your arms around a little.
He walked through the minimalist but unexpectedly grand living room and came to the very large balcony. He held you and sat on the cartoon recliner you always liked. He pulled out his hand that was pressed under your knee, placed his bony palm on the little head buried in his collarbone, and gently rubbed it.
"Why is Achao crying?" He slid from the top of your head along the downward strands of hair to the ends, over and over again, as if he never got tired of it. "Didn't I tell you that Achao can't go out without my permission?"
You curled up into a small ball in his arms, your body trembling slightly. You raised your head to look at him timidly, then quickly lowered it, rubbing his neck flatteringly, and said like a kitten coquettishly: "I won't dare to do it next time."
As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, you added several "really" at the end with a solemn oath.
He looked at the girl who was as soft as a kitten in his arms, the darkness in his eyes gradually deepened, and his tone was hoarse and low. "Then why is Achao crying? Did someone bully you?"
"No!" You answered quickly, afraid that your boyfriend, who was as cruel as an orc, would do something excessive, and hurriedly denied it. After all, it was not the first time he had done such a thing.
"It's just..." You seemed to find it difficult to speak, so you hesitated, but after seeing your boyfriend's oppressive eyes, you still whispered, "...I saw an orc outside, and suddenly his tail... showed out..."
You seemed to suddenly remember that scene,
Like a lively and peaceful crowd, the orcs suddenly couldn't help revealing their true form, and the crowd around them suddenly exploded, and the furry touch seemed to have touched your smooth arm
. In fact, in the current era where humans and orcs coexist, this situation is very common. In order to integrate into human society, orcs will usually try their best to maintain their human form. The Alliance also has regulations that orcs are not allowed to show any animal habits and behaviors in public places and human settlements. Therefore, outside, there is basically no difference between humans and orcs, and few humans can distinguish orcs. Humans have gradually become accustomed to the existence of orcs in a long period of coexistence.
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Yandere short story collection
Romance⚠️R-18 | Smut Warning❗❗ He is sick, he just loves you and will never let you go. Dark, morbid, dark, forced, super short series with various settings, basically one or two articles is a story, mostly in the second person, occasionally mixed with the...