121. Please Give Me the Power to Twist Your Life
"She's asleep now, Komachi."
"How adorable~"
Yumeko lay on her side on the bed, breathing heavily, a seductive smile on her face.
She gently moved Komachi's arms and legs off of her. Her bare feet, white as jade, slid softly into her shoes as she walked over to the small satchel she had brought with her.
Ziiiip—
The sound of the zipper echoed as she opened it.
A pure white cloth was exposed to the air, appearing dazzlingly bright even in the darkness. Yumeko Jabami bit her red lips lightly, slung the folded cloth over her back, and tiptoed out of the room.
With the heel of her foot, she gently closed the door behind her.
Creaaak—
In the empty living room, only the sound of the door closing echoed.
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Hachiman Hikigaya lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
It didn't make any sense. Even after drinking coffee before bed in the past, he could still force himself to fall asleep.
But tonight—no matter what—he couldn't.
It was as if he had taken some sort of highly stimulating drug that forcibly kept his mind alert. Not only that, but his arousal was unusually intense.
'What the hell is going on?' Hikigaya smiled bitterly to himself. 'Am I really about to break my vow tonight?'
To keep himself focused and disciplined, Hachiman had always avoided doing what most high school boys would do to chase fleeting pleasure.
But tonight… it seemed he had no choice.
He hesitantly glanced at the box of tissues on his nightstand, caught in a mental struggle.
But just then—
A strange knock came from outside the door, causing Hikigaya's hair to stand on end. He bolted upright in bed.
For a guy, nothing kills that kind of mood faster than something creepy like this happening just as you're debating whether to give in. Even someone like Hachiman wasn't immune to that shock.
"Hachiman, you're still awake, right?"
"Yumeko? What are you doing this late—" Hachiman said, flustered and a bit annoyed, but before he could finish, Jabami Yumeko had already opened the door and walked in.
Bathed in moonlight, Yumeko stood there in light sleepwear, radiating both purity and allure.
Freed from the constraints of a bra, Yumeko's magnificence was something her thin pajamas could in no way hide! As they swayed beneath the fabric, Hachiman could even catch a hint of crimson in the sea of white, illuminated faintly by moonlight.
Startled, he pushed himself back with both hands, retreating on the bed. It was clear this scene had completely thrown him off.
"Yumeko, you—"
"Shh." Yumeko's lips curled into a sly smile. She raised a single slender finger and placed it gently against her own lips.
"Hachiman, you don't want Komachi to hear us, do you?"
Hikigaya was both shocked and angry, gritting his teeth as he whispered, "What the hell did you do?!"
Finally, it dawned on him. The strange changes in his body weren't a natural reaction.
It was probably just like what happened in the hospital—he'd been drugged by Yumeko.
By now, Yumeko had already climbed onto the bed. Like a graceful Persian cat, she slowly crawled toward Hachiman step by step.
"Hachiman, it must be hard for you, right? Keeping so many secrets from me."
Hikigaya's heart skipped a beat, suddenly alarmed. Had she found something out?
"What do you mean?"
"Can you tell me… why do you like to recite prime numbers?"
"Huh?" The abrupt shift in topic caught Hachiman completely off guard.
"From the first time we met in the bus, I noticed it. Every time we're in close contact, you always recite prime numbers~ Just like now."
By now, Yumeko was right in front of him, their faces almost touching, so close they could feel each other's breath.
She raised her hand, and with one slender finger, gently tapped him on the chest.
"In the beginning, you used to say them out loud. But after spending more time with me, you started reciting them silently, in your head."
"Will you tell me why?"
"T-That's because..." Hikigaya hesitated briefly, then clenched his teeth and decided to come clean.
"That's because… when I get too emotional, I instinctively try to calm myself down."
"So I recite prime numbers to distract myself."
Revealing his little personal secret to Yumeko all in one breath, Hikigaya suddenly felt much more at ease.
It felt as if… this was how couples were supposed to be.
Sharing secrets with each other.
"That must be tiring, right?"
"Not really," Hikigaya answered without thinking. "Except when I'm with you, Yumeko, I don't need to recite prime numbers."
"Ohh~ So when you're with me, your heart starts fluttering, huh~ Hachiman, is that a confession?"
A confession?
Hikigaya was briefly thrown into a panic, instinctively wanting to shake his head and deny it.
But at this point… why should he still run away?
He replied with resolve: "Yes."
Hearing Hachiman's firm response, the blush on Yumeko's face could no longer be suppressed. Her charming face, full of emotion, bloomed with the brightest smile.
"So~ Hachiman likes me, right?"
"That's right! I like you!"
He liked her—and Hikigaya had no intention of hiding it anymore.
Hearing his answer, Yumeko's tender, pale bare feet began to move. The tops of her feet pressed into the bedsheet as her plump, soft soles curled inward, advancing toward Hikigaya in an imposing manner.
She advanced, he retreated.
Until at last, he was once again pushed back against the headboard, with no room left to escape.
Time seemed to stop.
The heat from their gaze spread throughout Yumeko's body, her snow-white, delicate skin glistening with fragrant sweat that coated her jade-like form.
Her flawless body lay across the bed, her scent mixed with sweat forming an invisible web that wrapped around the stunned, helpless man in front of her. Having locked onto her prey, she poured everything into him.
Intoxicating. Entrancing.
The scent seemed to stir something deep inside him, causing Hikigaya to grow more and more aroused. Her long, dark hair brushed across his face, igniting a maddening charm.
Hikigaya thought he could smell that same fragrance on his towel—he realized it must have come from Yumeko.
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that connection.
He suddenly realized—he was completely powerless to resist Yumeko's invasion.
"D-Don't do this, Yumeko…" Hikigaya's limbs stiffened as he forced himself to swallow the excessive saliva flooding his mouth.
"What are you afraid of, Hachiman?" Yumeko raised her hands, letting the sleeves of her sleepwear naturally fall to her sides. The elegant, flowing curves extended from her arms to the sides of her breasts, exposing armpits smooth and pristine like polished jade.
Under the moonlight, one could vaguely glimpse the glistening beads of fragrant sweat gathered there.
It was clearly just a normal pajama set, yet Yumeko wore it with the bewitching charm of a shrine maiden's robes.
Her coiled dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Without drawing attention, she spread the flawless white cloth across Hikigaya's bed.
'Yumeko came prepared.'
'I… was played.'
By the time Hikigaya realized this, it was already too late.
"Please… give me the power to twist your life, Hachiman~"
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(R18 scene)
As Yumeko's words hung in the air, Hikigaya's eyes locked onto hers, his pupils dilating with desire. He tried to speak, to protest, but his voice caught in his throat. Yumeko's gaze never wavered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she leaned in closer.
"Yumeko, wait..." Hikigaya managed to stammer, his hands instinctively rising to grasp her wrists. But instead of pushing her away, he found himself pulling her closer, his fingers wrapping around her slender wrists like cuffs.
"I've wanted you for so long," Yumeko whispered, her breath caressing his skin. "I've wanted to feel you inside me, to know that I'm yours."
Hachiman's eyes locked onto Yumeko's, his gaze trapped by the mesmerizing sparkle in her eyes. He felt his resolve crumbling, his defenses weakening as she inched closer, her lips brushing against his.
The touch sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but respond, his lips parting to meet hers. The kiss was like a spark to dry kindling, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them both.
Yumeko's hands roamed over Hachiman's body, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, his shoulders, and his arms.
As they broke apart for air, Hikigaya's hands slid down Yumeko's body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, and her thighs. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her pajamas, and he felt a surge of desire at the realization that she was wearing nothing underneath.
"Take it off," he whispered, his voice low and gentle. "Take it all off, Yumeko."
Yumeko's eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded, her hands moving to obey. She slid the sleeves of her pajamas down her arms, the fabric pooling around her waist.
Hikigaya's eyes locked onto her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her nipples, and Yumeko's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
As he touched her, Hikigaya felt a surge of desire, a need to be with her, to feel her around him. He slid his hands down her body, his fingers brushing against her thighs, and Yumeko's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his.
"I've never..." she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation.
Hikigaya's eyes locked onto hers, his expression softening. "I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'll make it good for you, Yumeko."
With a gentle touch, Hikigaya slid his fingers between Yumeko's thighs, his fingertips brushing against her entrance. Yumeko's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as he stroked her, his fingers sliding inside her with a gentle, insistent pressure.
As he touched her, Yumeko felt a surge of pleasure, her body responding to Hikigaya's touch. She felt herself opening up to him, her muscles relaxing as he slid his fingers deeper, his thumb stroking her clit.
"Hachiman..." she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Hikigaya's fingers stroked her face, his touch gentle. "It's okay, Yumeko," he whispered. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
Yumeko's heart skipped a beat as she felt Hikigaya's body shift, his weight settling between her thighs. She felt his cock, hard and hot, pressing against her entrance, and her body responded, her muscles trembling with anticipation.
Hikigaya's hands slid under her hips, his fingers wrapping around her buttocks, pulling her closer. Yumeko's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto his, as she felt him guide himself into position.
With a gentle thrust, Hikigaya slid inside Yumeko, his cock filling her with a slow, insistent pressure. Yumeko's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as he filled her, her muscles stretching to accommodate him.
"Ah, Hachiman..." she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
As he moved inside her, Yumeko felt a surge of pleasure, her body responding to Hikigaya's touch. She felt herself getting more and more aroused.
Hikigaya's hands touched her body, his touch gentle. He groped her breasts, her stomach, her hips, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Yumeko's eyes fluttered closed, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Hikigaya's eyes locked onto hers, his expression intense. "Yes, Yumeko," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Come for me. Let go."
And as she came, Yumeko knew that she was his, that she belonged to Hikigaya, body and soul. Hikigaya's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Yumeko smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm yours, Hachiman," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.