She Became Distressed After I Stopped Being Restrained and Started Interacting with Others - Chapter 37

Honoka’s hands press my body down even harder.

Pinned against the floor, I’m not even allowed to move.

“…I hate this. I absolutely hate that Yuna might disappear…”

Her face is close.

Close enough for our breaths to mingle.

“I was the only one watching Yuna, the only one who loved Yuna…!”

Her words spill out painfully, yet without stopping.

Honoka’s fingers tighten around my wrists.

“I won’t hand you over to some newcomer.”

Right after her low whisper, her lips meet mine again.

Deeper, rougher, more relentless than before.

No chance to breathe.

—I’m scared.

But even more than that, I can feel Honoka trembling.

The more violently she presses against me, the more I understand how terrified she must have been.

“…Yuna, don’t you need me anymore?”

Suddenly her lips pull away, and she whispers right in my ear.

Her tear-filled eyes pierce straight through me.

“Don’t you love me anymore…?”

Her voice stabs right through my heart.

That’s not true at all.

“No, that’s not it, Honoka…”

When I finally manage to speak, Honoka’s eyes waver.

“…Then prove it.”

Her whisper is quiet.

Still gripping my uniform collar, her fingers tighten slightly.

“If Yuna is still mine, prove it.”

The next moment, Honoka brings her lips to mine again.

Unlike the first time, this kiss feels desperate, clinging.

A frantic kiss to distract from her anxiety.

“Look only at me!”

Her breathy voice echoes in my ear.

Honoka’s hand grips the hem of my uniform tightly.

The strength in her grip speaks volumes about the intensity of emotions swirling inside her.

“Look only at me… feel only me…”

Her whispering voice, heated, wraps around my ear.

The next moment, Honoka’s lips meet mine again.

This time, rather than rough, it’s a kiss filled with obsession—dominating.

“…Mmh… nn…”

There’s nowhere to escape.

Not just my lips—my fingertips, my body, everything is bound by Honoka’s heat.

“…I knew it… I was wrong…”

Suddenly her lips pull away, and Honoka’s eyes fix on me.

But it wasn’t a gentle gaze.

“I didn’t need freedom…!”

Her voice trembles.

Not with anger, but with regret.

“If I hadn’t said unnecessary things, Yuna would have kept looking only at me…!”

“If you had just clung to me, wanted only me… that would have been enough…!”

The hand gripping my uniform collar trembles as it tightens.

“Why did I ever think of letting go…?”

“Why did I ever talk about freedom…?”

A tear rolls from Honoka’s eye.

“How much peace I felt when Yuna depended only on me… how happy I was…”

Her words weigh heavily on my chest.

Honoka found comfort in my dependence.

That was her “happiness.”

“So, never leave me again.”

A trembling hand touches my cheek.

With a tearful smile, Honoka stares straight at me—

“…Hey, won’t you go back to being my Yuna again…?”

Her voice is desperately pleading, on the verge of tears—

But sweetly, irresistibly mad.