She nearly ripped off Clyde’s shirt in haste, kissing him without control. What was Clyde’s response? As a single man alone with a beautiful woman, his healthy male brain wouldn’t let this opportunity slip up. Funny thing, he always thought he’d eventually date Chika. Good thing that never came to be, he thought as he matched what the girl poured out.

His eyes widened when he noticed something. The tan couch had a noticeable dark, damp spot. Panties that Chika tossed aside were unbelievably soaked. Her eyes glistened with pure lust, a feeling that was nearly palpable.

She licked his chest, kissed his neck, then before he could one-up her, the silver-haired girl mounted him. Tight, incredible—she rode him like a machine. She rode him as if she was sex-starved for millennia. She clung to Clyde, tightening, moaning with loud and raw ecstasy. Sweat poured from the two as if they stood in a storm’s drizzle. The luxurious couch rumbled like thunder. Chika laid forward, breasts to Clyde’s face, riding harder and harder. Her breathing matched his, in sync. In lust and wanting.

Clyde attempted to flip her in order to take over the ride, but for some reason, he couldn’t muster the strength. Could he get an anime girl pregnant? He thought about Mortem’s warning. They were real, living breathing beings with consciousness. This was simply another dimension.

“Yes! Yes! Give it all to me,” Chika moaned. “Oh Clyde! Oh Clyde!”

Clyde’s ego inflated, and he surprised her by mustering the strength to lay the young woman backward. Then he drilled into her. She chanted his name louder. “Yes! Yes! Ugh!”

He felt like Super Mario’s mushroom had fallen on top of his erection—he responded with more passion, harder thrusts, and wetter kisses. Chika released seconds before he did. She convulsed and hung onto the young man tightly. He had to fight against her hold to pull out in time. It was almost as if she wanted his child. He didn’t think too much on it—the mind was different during sex.

The two laid there breathing.

“Again,” she said softly. “And again.”

Clyde sat up and looked at her. The silver-haired girl was wet again. She shoved two fingers into herself. “I want more. And…” she finished the rest in a very small whisper. “And I want you to myself.”

Clyde examined the pretty young woman and was indeed able to get it up again. She reacted instantly at the sight of the erection, pouncing Clyde with a giggle. They engulfed each other in a passionate wrestle, much longer than the previous round.

“Cum inside,” Chika said as they were climaxing. “Cum inside! I want it now.”

Clyde almost complied, lost in the motions, but pulled out at the last second. He squirted all over her stomach. She soaked him all the way to his legs. He almost considered asking her out and then marrying her later, but senses returned to his brain. The look of lust in Chika’s eyes still remained.

“I think I’m in love with you,” she laughed. “Again. I need at least twenty more rounds.”

Clyde gave her a skeptical look then shook his head.

“Look, go get some water or you’ll end up dehydrated.”

“I…dammit Clyde, I crave you,” she said. “You can’t leave a girl unsatisfied.”

Abruptly, a man from the TV screamed a final, loud and gurgling breath. Then the movie was over.

Clyde wanted to get the hell out of there now but pushed that away. What could this girl do to him? Maybe he imagined the signs. No…that jealously aura wasn’t imagined. The system glitches—he didn’t need Captain Obvious to appear to point out the situation.

Chika sighed.

“Fine. But wow, you’re great. I’ll give you some homemade cookies as a reward. Maybe you’ll build up some strength and come at me again.”

Clyde laughed. He stared after her as she walked away. And she knew he looked—the motion of her hips told the story.

[You have received + 2 to endurance]

Clyde chuckled. He noticed a prompt to the side, tagged with “delayed.” He selected it.

[Quest for Seth’s investigation completed. Reward: 1400 EXP. $250.]

[You have learned the passive skill Trap Detection 1. You will be warned by the system automatically on things your mind would consider a trap. Your will stat dictates this!]

Chika returned moments later with a plate of cookies. She sat them on the table.

“I’m going to shower first. Well, we can shower together if you want.” She winked. “Round three then four.”

Clyde laughed.

“A very tempting offer, but not today.”

She gave him a pouty look before trotting off to the shower, cheerful prep in her steps. The young woman radiated a care-free vibe that gave Clyde hope. That is until his Trap Detection skill tossed a flashing red prompt into his mind’s eye.

[Warning: substance in cookies. Vaginal fluid. Warning substance in cookies. Salvia.]

Clyde stared at the cookies, eyes widened, then laughed. This cliché was really happening. He shook his head. If there were any doubts that she was a Yandere, they were now gone.

“Yeah, I’m out,” Clyde said as he quickly dressed. “Can’t deal with crazy.”

He was about to bolt when a prompt caught his attention.

[Warning: the minute you step past a certain threshold without permission, the Anthem will be notified, as this is her place of power. Consider this before taking the risk.]

“Man, I don’t give a fuck,” Clyde said then took off running. When he opened the front door, a delivery woman was standing there with the cheesecake orders.

“Order for a Chika?”

“Yes, and thank you,” Chika said from behind. Clyde silently gulped. She grabbed the order, signed the receipt and closed the door. “You’re sweet, getting our order. But you’re the guest.”

Clyde shrugged, feeling hollow inside. The front door was right there, but Chika dragged him back inside.

At least his Trap Detection didn’t go off with the cheesecake. It came with its own plates, silverware and all—so he didn’t have to worry about following Chika for simplistic matters.

Clyde needed to find a way out, an excuse, anything, or things would sail even further south. He glared at the cookies. She actually did that to him. He wasn’t surprised, he expected worse. Something stabby from the Yandere, but this. He wouldn’t let his guard down again.