There's a surprise at the end ;)

You squinted your eye lids, your Eye/C eyes gazing at the expanse water stretching in front of you. Inhaling the fresh scent of salty sea breeze, you sighed deeply and reverted your attention back to the book you're writing, the ball of your pen swirled across the pad, tainting it with its black ink.

Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. If you're reading this, means that I'm still alive and survived from the hands of my Yandere girlfriend.

If your girlfriend contains these following traits, then I'm hundred percent sure she's a Yandere.

1. She always stares at you, creepily.

2. She gets jealous very easily at everyone who talks to you.

3. She's possessive. And I mean, fucking possessive.

4. She doesn't hesitate to hurt anyone;

5. And if you're lucky enough to know or to figure this out, She kills everyone she recognizes as threat-

You paused, your pen stopping on its tracks, and scanned your surroundings as your ears picked up a slight shift around you. The sound of tall tropical trees shuffling from the strong breeze echoed. You shook your head, readjusting yourself from your seat; made out of bamboo that were nailed together as a long bench, and disregarded the usual feeling of being watched; you already know who it is.

Continuing what you're doing.

This book contains tips and information of how to date a Yandere. All due to my personal experience, you can read it all here, and if you have a yandere girlfriend then I assure you, this book is recommended for you.

"Y/N-senpai.."

Your back stiffed from the voice calling from behind. Gulping, you slowly turned around and gazed a pair of dull gray eyes that was already staring back at you. Those eyes, those same eyes that always take you back from the start.

You quickly look back down to your book, eyes swiping the very first entry, making you remember where it all had began.

It's crazy to think that a lot can happen in a span of 8 months that totally changed your whole life- everyone's life, and even mind boggling that everybody seemed to forget the terrible event as if it was just a memory written in paper burning in their minds while the wind of time swept away its dust.

Eyes rolling to the side, you read the black bold letters printed on top of a half folded newspaper. Guilt punching you in your gut.

Did it all went too far? It was unfair for Budo, especially to the ones that wouldn't have their justice becase the person who is at fault of their demise is free, being that the crime was pinned to the wrong person and now their name presents the crime they did not commit.

You felt warm arms slithering around your shoulders, head snuggling on your neck. "Senpai.." Ayano purrs.

Chuckling half heartedly, you pull her down on your lap and enwrap her slender figure on your body. "You really like calling me that huh?" You mused with a grin.

Ayano nods her head with a contented hum. Her eyes land on the newspaper, she pulls her head back and gaze up to you. "You still have that?"

You averted your gaze to the newspaper from two years ago, pursing your lips as you nod while staring at the screaming headlines above the pictures of familiar faces with one specifically larger than the others.

Akademi high students murdered. Suspect, Budo Matsuta dead.

You still remember that day clear as if it had just happened yesterday. A rewind in your mind, a horror film you relive:

The ironic burning sensation in your skin from the deep gash of the knife made your body ice cold like death was about to take over your being.

Taro appeared next to your gasping body, aiding you and Ayano while he put pressure on your wound.

"Don't touch her!" Ayano snapped.

Taro cast her a glare. "She's my best friend! Could you just calm the fuck down!" He disregarded the pain on his ribs, just to shout at Ayano that made the girl shut up.

Distracted at your situation, all of you didn't hear the front door slamming open, "Police!" and a feminine voice shouting a name.

"Taro!"

"Hey you shouldn't be here!"

"Call for back up, there's dead a body here."

Footsteps pounded the stairs, men in blue uniforms resurfaced, their eyes scanned the murder scene infront of them. Years of their service, never have they ever encountered as animalistic as what had unravelled infront of them.

"Taro!" Osana dives to the boy in relief, her arms wrapping around him.

"Officers help us!" She hear Taro beg.

As Osana pulled away, that's when she finally notices. Blood covered the second floor and most of her friends were dead while you gasped for air in Ayano's arms. Her body went rigid.

"We need ambulance now!" The first officer reported, speaking on a walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Is she the killer you're talking about?" The second officer asked, pointing to Ayano.

Osana opened her mouth to answer when she was stopped by Taro covering her mouth. "No, she saved us." Taro lied, making Osana turn to him with confusion written all over her face.

Taro pointed his index finger on a lifeless body at the foot of stairs and begins to explain. "He's the killer-"

Meanwhile Ayano pulled you securely in her arms, shaking you back and forth while wiping blood from your lips though it smeared more. Tears flooded nonstop from her eyes, her heavy sniffles due to her ragged breathing.

"Ay-" You coughed roughly, blood spurting out of your mouth.

"Don't talk, the ambulance are coming." She rake her fingers up you hair, tucking the loose strands sticking on your face. "Just stay with me please. Don't close your eyes."

Three years had passed, yet you cannot help but to blame yourself. Everything was all on your girlfriend, she took away lives, though you cannot help but think if you have contemplated everything through maybe there were different outcomes.

And indeed, Choices really do matters.

You still wake up at night blanketed in cold sweat, waves of paranoia while the freezing air enveloped your shaky body.

But all would stop and disappear just as her arms wrapped around you to give comfort. How can a dangerous person make you feel safe?

How does Ayano Aishi, your obsessed killer girlfriend, do that?

"Taro called me earlier." You mentioned, earning an annoyed groan from your companion.

"What does he want now." She whines aggravatedly, blindlessly runing her index finger on your scar.

You cast her a stern look. "Come on love, Osana's expecting us to be there for the twins. At least I could do for my godchildred is to show at their first birthday."

There was a prolonged silence, you can see hesitation in Ayano's eyes. With a stubborn huff Ayano buried her face back on your neck, that's when you knew you got her.

After the whole ordeal your girlfriend still doesn't trust anyone close to you, even just around you. Because of your patient nature, reassurance and a bit of steamy persuasion she'd concede to your request.

Smiling triumphantly. "Thank you!" You beamed and pressed a kiss ontop of her head.

Ayano lift her chin and tutted, her eyes glinting playfully. "Oh no no. That'll take more than just a kiss." As she said that you could feel her hand massaging the column of your bulge that was prominent under your shorts.

She moved her hand and slip them through the waistband, muffling your moan with her lips covering your own.

"Not here.." You mumbled after pulling away, her hand slowly going up and down your shaft. "Someone might see."

"Your parents are asleep," She whispered huskily, trailing the tip of her nose up your neck while peppering kisses along the way.

"We can do anything we want." She lighty bit your earlobe, her warm breath brushing your skin.

The seat creaked, Ayano shifting on your lap throwing her legs on either side of your body. Her free hand moved to the back your head pulling your lips for a feverish kiss while the other pumped you in your shorts.

Your hands roam down Ayano's hips, sliding inside her silk shorts and grasp her plump rear making her moan on your lips. Hoisting her up while she tightly wrapped legs around you, you pushed the notebook back placed her on the bamboo table infront of you.

Your tongue run across her lower lip, then slipped inside her parting lips and then both of your tongues danced inside her mouth.

Stepping back, you swiftly pulled her shorts and tug down yours letting your member spring free from it confines, standing straight against your abdomen. You lean over and plant your lips on Ayano's neck, sucking and licking patches of her smooth skin.

You feel her hand hold the base of your member, guiding them above her slit. She didn't have to say anything and you slowly pushed inside her warm folds.

Throwing your head back with a throaty grunt, her dripping heat almost sent you on the edge and you haven't even started yet. Her velvety folds werr hot and tight around you. You thurst your hips in a slow phase, pulling back only by the head to push it deep with your balls slapping her wet skin.

Ayano released slow puff of breaths, her hips buckling prompting you to move faster. You hovered her body preparing yourself, laying your palms flat on the table before pistoning your hips.

Your roughness took her by surprise, her body fall back on the table with one of her elbows keeping her up and her hand gripping your forearms. "Oh god!" Her high pitch moan crawled in your ears, igniting your body. How you really love hearing her moan.

Ayano's heels dig on the edge of the table, that was already shaking from your rough pounding. "Ba-baby I- shit!" She cried helplessly, pushing you by the chest. "Wait!"

You yank her flush on your sweaty body, making her cross her arms and legs around you and held you tightly. "You-can...take it." You growled breathlessly on her ear.

One last slam of your hips and your balls tightening, your girlfriend let out a sharp cry, her body convulsed at your ropes of dense cum shooting inside her.

Riding both of your highs with few deep thrust, both of your chests heaving deeply.

Ayano rest her head your shoulder. "Let's take it to the bedroom?" She suggests.

Groaning exasperatedly, you placed a hand on her stomach, caressing it lovingly with a soft whine. "Another one really?"

She pinched you on your side, your body jolting at her action. "Blame the hormones." She reasoned with a soft giggle, planting her hand over yours.

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They said when a story ends, there will always be a new one.