"What are you doing here?" Junior said, his voice cracking slightly as he averted his eyes. But despite his effort to look away, his gaze flickered back almost involuntarily, catching a glimpse of Helen's exposed nipples. They were soft, pink, and inviting, and the sight made his breath hitch in his throat.
Helen stared at him with a deep, sorrowful expression. Tears began to drip down her cheeks, staining her pale skin. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Master Junior… when I was running to where you were, I thought—" She couldn't finish her sentence before breaking into full sobs, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Junior quickly stood up from his bed, the sheets falling away as he rushed toward her. He cupped her cheek gently, his touch warm but urgent. "What's wrong, Helen? Did anything happen? Why are you crying? Were you hurt anywhere?" His voice was laced with concern, his eyes searching hers for answers.
Helen looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his. In that moment, something snapped inside her. Without warning, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him fiercely toward her. Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Junior tried to pull away, but her grip was unyielding. Her tongue pushed past his lips, tangling with his in a fervent, desperate dance. He could taste the salt of her tears mixed with an unexpected sweetness as her saliva filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow it down.
When their lips finally parted, Junior's face was flushed bright red, his chest heaving. He stumbled back slightly, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Helen… what was that all about?"
Helen wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her breathing heavy and uneven. Her voice was low, almost a growl, as she replied, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I've always loved you since we were kids. Seeing you with that girl called Emma made me jealous. So, would you please give me all your first times?" A single drop of saliva escaped her lips as she spoke, and she licked it away slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
Junior's heart pounded in his chest. This isn't the Helen I know, he thought. Even the memories of his past life, borrowed though they were, held no recollection of her acting like this. The way she looked at him—her eyes dark, her lips parted, her body trembling with need—could only mean one thing.
"She's a yandere," Junior said aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.
Helen didn't respond. Instead, she took a slow step forward, her fingers trailing along the hem of her dress. She began undressing herself, starting with her undergarments. Each movement was deliberate, seductive, as if she was savoring every second. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her black lingerie clung to her hips, teasing what lay beneath.
Junior stepped backward, his hands raised defensively. "Helen, calm down! Let's talk this out!" But Helen paid no mind to his words. She continued advancing toward him, murmuring softly, "Junior… Junior… my love…"
His back hit the edge of the bedstand, and he stumbled, falling backward onto the mattress. Before he could push himself up, Helen was on top of him, her knees pinning his legs to the bed. She grabbed his wrists, holding them firmly above his head. Her weight pressed against him, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"Your Highness, I love you. You are only for me. You promised to love only me and make me your wife when we were kids," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Junior turned his face away, his voice shaky but firm. "We were kids back then! We said a lot of things as kids. Helen, you're cute and beautiful. You have a wonderful figure, your boobs are big, your nipples are lovely and sexy. Please, let's take this step by step—"
But Helen wasn't listening. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. Their lips met again, this time even more intense than before. She bit down on his lower lip, eliciting a soft groan from him. Her tongue explored his mouth hungrily, and he found himself unable to resist. When she placed his hands on her breasts, she whispered, "Squeeze them."
Junior hesitated for only a moment before giving in. Her breasts were incredibly soft, yet firm, filling his hands perfectly. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer as she moaned into his mouth. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he couldn't help but lean forward, taking one into his mouth. She gasped, her back arching as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud.
"Please, bite them. Bite my nipples," Helen begged, her voice trembling with desire.
Junior complied, using his teeth to graze her nipple lightly at first, then biting down harder. Helen cried out, her body writhing against his. "Yes, don't stop!" she moaned, grinding her covered pussy against his thigh.
Her panties were soaked through, the fabric clinging to her slick folds. Junior could feel the wetness seeping through his pants, and the sensation sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He reached down, his fingers tracing the waistband of her panties.
"Please, Junior," Helen whispered, her voice pleading. "Take me. Make me yours."
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, exploring her wetness. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "Oh, God," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
And then, just as his fingers brushed against her clit, she threw her head back, her body tensing as she came undone. "I'm cumming!" she cried, her voice raw with pleasure.
Junior watched her in awe, her ecstasy etched across her face. Her body trembled, waves of pleasure washing over her. And as she collapsed onto him, her breath ragged and her skin glistening with sweat, he knew there was no turning back.
"My majesty," Helen murmured, her voice soft but filled with triumph. "You're mine now."