Chapter 6 – The First Night She Stayed Over

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

**Chapter 6 – The First Night She Stayed Over**  

I couldn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw Yui’s flushed face, felt her soft thighs squeezing my leg, heard the tiny whimpers she made when my hands slid under her skirt. The pendant on my chest glowed faintly in the dark like a heartbeat, reminding me the curse was still very much alive.

It was 1:17 a.m. when my window slid open with a soft click.

Yui climbed inside like she’d done it a hundred times, still in her school uniform, skirt slightly wrinkled, shirt half-unbuttoned from earlier. Her twin-tails were messy, cheeks pink even in the moonlight.

“Don’t say anything,” she whispered, closing the window behind her. “I’m only here because… because if I go home the curse might make me text you stupid things all night. And I refuse to be that pathetic.”

She kicked off her shoes and crawled straight into my bed without asking. The mattress dipped as she pressed herself against my side, one thick thigh sliding over mine, her massive chest squishing warmly against my arm.

“Idiot…” she muttered into my shoulder. “Your bed smells like you. It’s annoying how much I like it.”

Her hand found mine under the blanket and laced our fingers together. For a minute she was quiet, just breathing against my neck. Then the curse started working its magic again.

“Haruto…” Her voice was smaller now, almost shy. “Earlier… when you touched me… it felt really good. I kept thinking about it the whole walk home. I even… I even touched myself a little in the bathroom before I came here.”

She hid her face in my chest, ears burning.

“Don’t laugh. It’s your fault. The curse is making me so horny I can’t think straight. So… so touch me again. Please. Just a little. I need it.”

I slid my hand under her shirt. Her skin was fever-hot. When my palm cupped one heavy breast she let out a shaky moan and arched into me.

“Yes… like that… squeeze harder… I like when you’re a little rough…”

Her thigh rubbed against me slowly, deliberately, feeling how hard I already was.

“See? You’re just as bad as me,” she whispered, voice husky. “Your thing is throbbing against my leg… because of me. Say it. Say you only get this hard for me.”

“Only for you, Yui.”

She whimpered and kissed my neck, sucking lightly, leaving a small mark.

“Good boy…”

Her hand slipped down my stomach and wrapped around me through my boxers. She stroked slowly, teasingly, thumb brushing the tip every time she reached the top.

“I’ve never done this before… but the curse is making me want to make you feel good. Tell me if I’m doing it right…”

She pumped faster, breath hot against my ear, her own body grinding against my thigh in time with her hand.

“Ah… you’re leaking so much… is that because my tits are pressing on you? Or because my hand feels good?”

I groaned and slid my fingers higher under her skirt, finding her panties already soaked. The moment I brushed her through the fabric she gasped and clenched her thighs around my hand.

“D-Don’t stop… rub there… right there… yes…!”

Her strokes became sloppy, desperate. She was panting now, hips rocking, chest heaving against me.

“Haruto… I’m close already… just from your fingers… I’m such a slut for you right now… don’t tell anyone… please…”

She came with a muffled cry against my shoulder, body shaking, thighs trembling around my hand. Her grip on me tightened almost painfully as she rode it out.

When she finally relaxed she looked up at me with glassy, heart-filled eyes.

“…Your turn.”

She pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist, skirt hiked all the way up, panties pushed aside. The sight of her like that — flushed, wet, shirt open, breasts bouncing freely — was almost too much.

“I’m not putting it in…” she whispered, grinding her slick heat along my length. “Not tonight. But I want to feel you… just like this…”

She rocked her hips, sliding back and forth, coating me with her wetness. Every time the tip brushed her entrance she shivered and let out a soft moan.

“Does it feel good? My pussy rubbing on you like this?”

I could only nod.

She leaned down, breasts squishing against my chest, and kissed me hard while she kept moving.

“I hate how much I love this… I hate how the curse is turning me into a needy little pervert for you… but don’t you dare stop me tonight…”

She sped up, grinding harder, faster, chasing another high. Her moans were getting louder, less controlled.

“Haruto… I’m gonna cum again… cum with me… please… I want to feel you throb against me when you do…”

The pressure built fast. I grabbed her hips and helped her move, thrusting up against her. She buried her face in my neck and came hard a second time, body shaking, a long whine escaping her throat.

I followed right after, spilling across her stomach and thighs with a groan.

For a long moment the only sound was our heavy breathing.

Yui stayed on top of me, sticky and warm, tracing lazy circles on my chest with her finger.

“…We’re never telling anyone about this,” she mumbled. “I’m still your mean childhood friend tomorrow. Got it, idiot?”

She kissed my jaw softly, then curled up against my side, one leg thrown over mine, head on my shoulder.

The pendant glowed softly between us, satisfied for now.

I stared at the ceiling, heart still racing.

The curse wasn’t just giving me a harem.

It was turning the girl who used to call me a loser every day into someone who couldn’t keep her hands off me once the sun went down.

And the scariest part?

I was starting to hope she stayed the night more often.

**To Be Continued in Chapter 7 – “The Morning After Is Even Worse”**