Yandere Is Love, Yandere Is Life

Pain. From the top of his head to the bottom of his toes, it felt like he was being dipped in lava. Such was his feeling upon regaining consciousness. His entire body was wet. Lacerations covered his body, along with bruises and...hickeys?

The young man looked around to find himself in a majestic room. He was lying on top of a large bed with curtains. When he tried to move, the clanking of metal stopped him. He'd been cuffed to the bed.

Memories of the previous host flooded his mind. Pleasant ones…and unpleasant ones. Sora. That was his name. His bodily structure revealed him to be around 16 years old.

"I'm an orphan…and she took me." He muttered.

The feeling of power surged through Sora's body. It was overwhelming. The cuts and bruises immediately healed. With a twitch of his wrists, the handcuffs snapped in half.

"Heh. Hehehe. Hahaha." The young man couldn't help but chuckle in delight. It was a bit ominous.

Sora's muscles squirmed as he rose from the bed. His body was in the midst of breaking down and rebuilding to accommodate his power. He eventually stumbled into the bathroom and found the wall-sized mirror.

What reflected was a naked young boy with curly white hair and eyelashes, resembling purest snow. Beautiful chocolate skin contrasted with his hair, and his golden eyes shined like gems. He could only watch as the muscles squirmed under his skin to finally form six pack abs, and more.

'God really blessed me.' He thought narcissistically.

Before he could admire himself any longer, the bedroom door opened. Sora left the bathroom to see a beautiful woman of asian descent. She looked to be in her mid 30s, with long black hair. Her purple eyes…they were empty, like a broken doll. Devoid of life. Of clarity. A mole could be seen below her precious lips.

Sora liked what he saw. Everything about her checked his boxes, from her voluptuous breasts to her plump bottom. Even her soft thighs down to her pretty little feet. He liked all of it. And those eyes…it felt like static rushing through his veins. Did God know what his preferences were?

"Hmmmmmmmmmm? How did you get out of those cuffs?" She finally asked.

Her voice was soft but eerie, like a deranged psychopath. Attractive in a certain way. Those who like crazy women would understand.

".................."

Sora remained silent, preferring to eat her with his gaze. A dark smile adorned his lips as he realized that this was the person from his new memories.

'The madness in her eyes…Ahh…I want to break her even more than she already is.' He thought.

"So you're not dead huh?" She spoke sultrily.

"...Did you want me to be dead?" He finally responded. The depraved woman shook her head. She then gestured to him with her dainty finger.

"Come here." She hummed.

He casually made his way over, not really minding that he was still nude. The woman scanned him up and down. Her finger traced Sora's pecs and stopped at his abdomen.

"Your wounds are gone. Your muscle mass has increased as well. How suspicious…"

She cupped her chin in thought while looking at him with a tilted gaze. Sora returned the gaze with a lazy smile, knowing that he would have a good time here. Things would be different now. It didn't take long for her to notice the difference in his gaze.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm? You aren't looking at me in fear anymore. How interesting!" She mused.

"How could I fear such a beautiful woman? And she's the big Miss of the house." He retorted with an evil grin.

She froze up for a split second before returning to normal. With Sora's perception, it was easy to notice. It seems the previous host of this body was not a confident one, as she could already sense his changes.

"Ohhhh? Since when did you have such a sweet tongue?" She mewled.

The broken doll leaned onto his chest. Her hands explored his newfound muscles, and her face leaned even further into him. She slowly licked his neck and stopped right before his ear. It was an action she had done countless times. Not stopping for even a second, she then sucked on the side of his chin, leaving another hickey. Sora didn't say anything, but mentally he was doing backflips.

'Yes. I'm definitely staying here. Mnn. Mnn.' He thought while nodding multiple times.

He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist. His hands cupped a handful of her soft bottom and squeezed. Her reaction was priceless! She'd frozen like a deer in headlights. A slight blush crept onto her face as she fell in a daze.

Sora knew that this woman was incredibly evil, if the death of his body's previous host was anything to go by. Unfortunately, the new Sora was on a powertrip. Why would he let such a broken person out of his grasp? Only a small number of things could cause harm to him. Not to mention, she 'raised' him. She loved him…to the point it was unhealthy.

Multiple insane thoughts were racing through the woman's head. She couldn't understand how he'd changed so much! When had he become so bold? He didn't curl up into a ball anymore. He didn't beg her to stop anymore…but it wasn't like she hated it.

"So you think you're grown now?" She giggled. Sora smirked.

"Grown enough."

"Hmph."

Immediately after letting out a huff, the woman turned away and reached into a nearby drawer. The glint of a knife could be seen as she dashed toward him. Right before it could touch his skin, he caught her wrist. It was an effortless move, as anything moving slower than mach 3 was like a snail. The woman frowned seeing that her attack failed.

"I, Alice Lockhart, demand that you release my hand!" She complained with a cute voice. Sora gave a slight smile.

"...No."

Alice struggled to overpower him. This was the first time he'd ever trumped her in strength. The doll stomped her foot in irritation.

"A butler shouldn't deny the wishes of his Mistress!" She exclaimed.

"Well, I'm not your average butler. I think an intimate bodyguard is a better description now."

"Sora Lockhart! Obey!"

"...No."

"Mnnnn! Obey! Obey, Obey, Obey!"

"No."

"Obey."

"No."

"Please…" Her voice grew soft. Sora raised an eyebrow at her tone. He liked it.

"Hmmm? Did you say something?" He goaded her on. Alice's hollow eyes looked up at him in a pleading manner.

"Sora…why won't you obey?"

Hearing her enchanting voice mixed with her deranged expression, Sora grinned. The young man couldn't stop himself from pressing her against the wall. Now that their faces were extremely close to each other, he released her hand.

Alice's eyes flashed as she immediately tried to stab him. Unfortunately, it was for naught. The silver knife bent in the wrong direction, before snapping in half. His skin was too tough. This was another first. A knowing smile tugged at Sora's lips.

"Are you done?" He mocked.

"..................."

The depraved woman couldn't help but pout. Ever since he'd woken up, nothing had gone her way. Sora's expression softened as he caressed her cheek.

"Don't be so mad. If you keep pouting, I won't let you touch me anymore." He said. Alice immediately straightened up. She wasn't willing to lose such a benefit.

"Hmph. I'm going back to the study. And put some clothes on…you're still covered in my juices. Fufufu!" She giggled before making her exit.

Sora watched her delicious bottom sway from side to side until she left the room. Now that she was gone, it was time to see where he was. What kind of world had he found himself in? The memories gave him an idea, but he wanted to see for himself.

After wiping down and putting on some clothes, he looked in the mirror. The young man now sported a black shirt and jacket with a furry hood, along with black pants and shoes. It contrasted his hair and skin nicely.

It was time to see if he could still do the same things as before. He quickly opened the bedroom window and took a breath. After taking a step on the window sill, he vanished with a flash of light.

DING