Chapter 5 – Nighttime Is When the Real Curse Awakens

**Volume 1: The Day My Normal Life Died**  

**Chapter 5 – Nighttime Is When the Real Curse Awakens**  

The front door clicked shut behind us and the outside world finally disappeared.
For the first time all day, there were no screaming girls, no sudden confessions, no hands trying to slip under my shirt. Just the quiet of my empty house and the sound of Yui’s breathing right next to me.
She hadn’t let go of my hand the entire walk home.
Now she stood in my genkan, cheeks still flushed, twin-tails slightly messy from all the fighting. Her school shirt was wrinkled where it had pressed against me, the top button undone just enough to show the soft swell of her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Idiot…” she muttered, not looking at me. “Your house is empty tonight, right? Mom’s working late again?”
“Yeah…”
“Good.” She kicked off her shoes aggressively. “Then I’m staying. The curse is still active and if I leave you alone you’ll probably get kidnapped by some yandere from Class 3-A before morning.”
She grabbed my wrist again and marched straight up the stairs like she owned the place. Her short pleated skirt swayed with every step, thick thighs brushing together. The pendant on my neck glowed warmer the closer we got to my room.
The second my bedroom door closed behind us, the air changed.
Yui turned around, back against the door, hands behind her. Her eyes had that dangerous mix of tsundere glare and cursed pink hearts.
“Don’t get any weird ideas, perv,” she said, voice shaky. “I’m only here to protect you. It’s not like I want to… to be alone with you in your room or anything stupid like that.”
She took one step forward. Then another. Her chest brushed my front.
The pendant flared bright red.
“Haruto…” she whispered, the tsundere mask cracking. “This curse… it’s getting worse at night. I can’t stop thinking about you. About how warm you feel. About how your hands would feel if you… if you touched me properly instead of me always having to pretend I hate it.”
Her hands came up and fisted in my shirt. She pulled me down until our foreheads almost touched.
“I’m still me, okay? I’m still going to call you an idiot every day… but right now I really, really need you to tell me I’m pretty. Tell me my body isn’t too much. Tell me you like it when I press against you like this…”
She rose onto her tiptoes. Her soft, heavy breasts pushed firmly into my chest. Her thighs squeezed around one of my legs, skirt riding up dangerously high.
“Say it,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded, lips inches from mine. “Say Yui is the only one you want touching you right now. Say it or I’ll… I’ll cry.”
I swallowed hard.
“Yui… you’re beautiful. Your body is perfect. I—”
She didn’t let me finish.
Her mouth crashed into mine in a desperate, clumsy kiss. It was all heat and need and months of hidden feelings exploding at once. Her tongue brushed mine shyly at first, then bolder as the curse pushed her further. A soft whimper escaped her throat.
When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. Her eyes were glassy, heart pupils spinning.
“Idiot…” she panted, forehead against mine. “That was my first kiss and you made it feel so good I almost came just from kissing… This curse is cheating…”
She slid her hands down my chest, fingers trembling as they reached my belt.
“I’m not going all the way tonight… not yet… but I want you to touch me. Everywhere the other girls can’t. Show me I’m better than them.”
She guided my hands under her skirt, placing them on the bare skin of her thick thighs. They were burning hot and unbelievably soft.
“Like this…” she whispered, voice husky. “Squeeze. Tell me how much you like them.”
My fingers sank into her flesh. She shivered, letting out a tiny moan that went straight to my groin.
“Good boy…” she murmured, the tsundere completely gone now. “Keep going higher… but slowly. Make me feel wanted.”
The pendant was pulsing in time with my heartbeat. The room felt ten degrees hotter.
Yui’s hands moved to the front of her own shirt. One by one she popped the remaining buttons, letting the fabric fall open. Her lacy white bra barely contained her massive chest. She reached behind her back, unhooked it, and let it drop.
“Don’t stare too much, perv…” she said, covering herself half-heartedly with one arm while the other stayed wrapped around my neck. “Just… touch. Please.”
I cupped one heavy breast. It overflowed my hand, soft and warm and impossibly perfect. She arched into my palm with a gasp.
“Ah…! Y-Yeah… like that… harder…”
Her hips rolled against my thigh, grinding slowly, desperately. The skirt had ridden all the way up now, panties visible and already damp.
“Haruto… I hate how good this feels… I hate how much I need you right now… but don’t you dare stop…”
She kissed me again, deeper this time, tongue eager, body trembling against mine. Her free hand slid down between us, palming me through my pants with shy but hungry strokes.
“I can feel how hard you are…” she whispered against my lips. “Because of me. Only me. Say it.”
“Only you, Yui.”
She whimpered, thighs clamping around my leg as she ground harder.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours — kissing, touching, her soft moans filling the room while the curse pushed her further and further. She never went all the way, but she came close, shuddering against me twice just from my hands and kisses.
When she finally pulled back, lips swollen, eyes hazy, she looked almost shy again.
“…Don’t tell anyone I was like this,” she mumbled, buttoning her shirt with shaky fingers. “I’m still your mean older-sister-type childhood friend tomorrow. Got it, idiot?”
She kissed my cheek once, quick and soft, then slipped out of my room like nothing had happened.
I stood there alone, heart pounding, pendant still glowing.
The curse wasn’t just making girls fall in love with me.
It was turning my entire world into the most dangerous, addictive kind of hell.
And the scariest part?
I was starting to look forward to tomorrow.
**To Be Continued in Chapter 6 – “The First Night She Stayed Over”**