Mouth To Mouth

Scarlett's heart pounded in her chest as Irish's grip on her neck tightened.

The cold, lifeless look in Irish's eyes sent a chill down her spine.

Scarlett let out an awkward laugh, trying to keep her cool. "Hahaha… Women's smell? And two? You must be imagining things!" She waved her hand dismissively, pretending like it was a joke.

But Irish wasn't buying it.

Her fingers curled tighter around Scarlett's neck, her voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.

"Honey… don't lie to me," she whispered, her blue eyes burning with intensity. "You're cheating on me, aren't you?"

Scarlett's throat went dry.

This wasn't good.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Aoto standing there, sweating bullets.

"Fuck this, I'm getting out of here before it's too late!" Aoto thought, his face pale. Without another word, he turned and bolted, running as fast as he could.

Scarlett watched him disappear and cursed in her mind. "You traitor!"

But she didn't have time to be angry at him.

She had to handle Irish.

Scarlett took a deep breath and closed her eyes under her blindfold. "Now it's do or die."

She exhaled slowly, then reached up and grabbed Irish's wrist, prying her hands off her neck. Then, she looked straight at Irish with a slightly annoyed expression, her voice calm but firm.

"Irish, are you doubting me right now?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Do you not believe me?"

Her voice carried the perfect mix of hurt and disappointment, as if she was the most innocent person in the world.

Irish's breath hitched.

Her fingers twitched.

For a moment, doubt flickered in her eyes. What if… Scarlett was telling the truth?

Had she made a mistake?

Her body started trembling.

"N-No… no! Of course, I believe in you!" Irish's voice shook as panic filled her face. "I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please don't be disappointed in me!"

Her entire body trembled as she crumbled from Yandere mode straight into obsessive lover mode in a matter of seconds.

Scarlett wasted no time.

She pulled Irish into a warm hug, gently stroking her back.

"There's no need to apologize," she whispered softly. "It's okay. I'll never be disappointed in you."

Irish sniffled, pressing her face into Scarlett's shoulder.

"It must have been from some women who passed me," Scarlett continued, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "It was just a misunderstanding."

Irish's body relaxed.

Her expression softened as she pulled back slightly, smiling.

"Y-Yeah! That must be it!" she said brightly. "I'm so glad you forgive me!"

Scarlett hid her smirk.

"Hehehe… Yanderes are so easy to control!"

"Let's go to my room!" Irish said with excitement.

Scarlett nodded and put her blindfold back on, hiding her eyes. She followed Irish, but as they walked, her thoughts drifted to Reiza and Lunatic.

"What will happen if these three meet? How am I going to handle it?"

The more she thought about it, the worse her headache got.

She shook her head.

"I'll just deal with it when the time comes… and try my best to prevent anyone from dying!"

Just as she pushed those thoughts away, Irish spoke up.

"Your height has increased, and you even look more mature now!"

Scarlett let out a small chuckle. "Yeah… unfortunately."

She had always been uncomfortable with how she looked. Her body was taller, more mature, and sharper than she wanted. The only thing she liked was her abs and her toned, athletic build.

Irish suddenly changed the topic. "You know, I'm already in my second year. Soon, we'll have summer vacation, and after that, it'll be time for finals. Once that's over, I'll be graduating from the Hero Academy."

"So?" Scarlett looked at her, wondering where this was going.

Irish hesitated for a moment, playing with her fingers. Then, in a soft voice, she said, "I was thinking… isn't all this studying a little boring? Why don't I just quit the academy and marry you—"

Before she could finish, Scarlett immediately grabbed her shoulders.

"Don't do that, Irish!" she said, almost shouting.

Irish blinked in surprise.

Scarlett quickly cleared her throat. "Ahem… I mean, you're really good at academics and practical training. I know you have a passion for getting stronger, so don't give that up for me!" she said, trying to sound calmer.

"As for the marriage… we can do that after you graduate!"

Irish's eyes lit up like stars. "Really?!"

Scarlett forced a smile while crying inside. "Of course, I need time to figure out what to do too!"

On the outside, she kept a firm expression. "Of course!"

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After a short walk, they arrived at Irish's room. She opened the door and stepped aside with a playful grin.

"Come in! You go first!"

"Okay!",

Scarlett stepped inside the room without hesitation. The moment she crossed the threshold, she felt a strange chill in the air. It was dark, with only faint traces of moonlight slipping through the curtains. She walked further in, feeling the soft carpet under her feet as she approached the bed.

"Irish, at least turn on the lights," Scarlett said, turning back toward the door.

But before she could take another step—

Swish!

Cold metal suddenly wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Thick chains shot out from the floor and walls, binding her limbs and pulling her down onto the bed. Before she could react, her arms and legs were completely restrained, locking her in place in an X shape.

"What the—?"

Then, she heard soft, unsteady breathing. Turning her head, she saw Irish standing at the edge of the bed. A wild, almost unhinged smile stretched across her face, her soft blue eyes now glowing eerily in the dim room.

"Hehehe… It's been a year since I last saw you," Irish whispered, her voice shaking with raw emotion. "Do you know how long I waited? How much I missed you? I'm never letting you leave again."

She stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she was savoring every second.

Scarlett blinked, then sighed. Of course, she could easily break these chains if she wanted to. But doing that would only make Irish angry, and she didn't feel like dealing with a furious Yandere at the moment.

Instead, she smirked. "Oh? So this is what it's like to be in a Yandere situation… not bad."

"I mean who doesn't want an cute or tomboy looking Yandere?",

A girl completely obsessed with her? Devoted to her so much that she'd go through any means to get her? That was kind of flattering. But then, as she looked at Irish's intense gaze, she felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead.

"She looks a little too serious… This is kind scary!",

Irish climbed onto the bed, her knees pressing into the mattress as she moved over Scarlett. Her warm breath brushed against Scarlett's skin as she leaned in, her fingers lightly tracing over Scarlett's toned stomach.

"I masturbated thinking about you every day!", Irish whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "I Dreamed about it. Wished for it."

Scarlett gulped. "Uh… that's nice and all, but—You don't have to say those stuff like that"

Before she could finish, Irish pressed her forehead against Scarlett's, staring deep into her eyes even through the blindfold.

"We'll be together forever," Irish murmured.

Scarlett's heart pounded. She needed to find a way to handle this carefully—before things got out of control.

Scarlett flinched as Irish's warm tongue slowly trailed up her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as Irish moved higher, licking the sensitive skin just above her chest.

"Hey, don't bite!" Scarlett yelped when Irish suddenly sank her teeth into her skin.

But Irish didn't stop. She pressed closer, her breath hot against Scarlett's collarbone. With trembling hands, she reached for the hem of Scarlett's shirt and started pulling it up.

Scarlett was only wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of shorts that barely reached her mid-thighs. It wasn't much, but right now, it felt like way too little.

Irish's eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight before her. Drool gathered at the corner of her lips as she stared at Scarlett's chest, her hands twitching in excitement.

Without warning, she grabbed Scarlett's chest with both hands and squeezed.

"So soft…" Irish whispered, her fingers kneading eagerly.

Scarlett stiffened, her face heating up. "H-Hey, hold on a second—"

Irish didn't listen. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she aimed straight for—

"Hey, hey, hey! Not there! Not there!" Scarlett's voice rose in alarm.

Irish didn't stop.

Scarlett's mind raced. She needed a way out—fast! What could she say to break this madness?

Then, at the last second, an idea popped into her head.

"I'm hungry!" she screamed.

Irish froze.

For a moment, she just stared, as if trying to process what she had just heard. Then, she smacked her own forehead.

"Oh no! How could I forget?" she groaned. "I actually prepared a special dish for you!"

Scarlett almost cried in relief.

"Really? Hurry up and bring it!" she said eagerly, seeing a way out of this situation.

Irish climbed off her and stepped back.

Scarlett sighed in relief—until she realized she was still tied up.

"Uh… how am I supposed to eat like this?" she asked, tugging at the chains.

Irish gave her a sweet smile. "Oh, don't worry, honey! I'll feed you with my own hands. Just leave everything to me!"

Then, she disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Scarlett groaned. "Great… this is gonna take forever."

—

After a few moments, Irish returned, carrying a dish on a small plate. It had rice mixed with a meat dish, coated in a flavorful sauce that turned the rice a deep brown color. The smell was incredible, making Scarlett's stomach rumble.

Irish scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Scarlett's lips.

"Say 'Ahhh!'" she said cheerfully.

Scarlett hesitated but opened her mouth. The first bite melted in her mouth, the flavors rich and delicious.

But… something felt off.

Scarlett chewed slowly, frowning. There were tiny, hard fragments mixed into the rice. They weren't bones, but they were curved and rough against her tongue.

She swallowed and hesitated before asking, "Uh… what's this crunchy thing? It feels kinda weird."

Irish's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You noticed! That's my fingernails!"

Scarlett choked. "What?"

Irish's face turned bright red, and she covered her cheeks with her hands.

"I wanted to add my breast milk… but I'm not mature enough for that yet!" she admitted shyly.

Scarlett's entire body stiffened. "B-Breast milk?"

Irish nodded happily. "So instead, I decided to add my fingernails! It's my special ingredient. Now we'll be even closer! Here, have another bite!"

She lifted another spoonful to Scarlett's lips.

Scarlett's soul nearly left her body.

But she held on, forcing herself to stay calm. She opened her mouth and took another bite, chewing slowly.

"Thank God I'm no longer human, or else this would have been troublesome," she thought, trying to ignore the unsettling crunch of Irish's fingernails mixed into the food.

She took a few more bites, hoping to get through this quickly. But as she ate, Irish's smile began to fade.

She suddenly stopped feeding Scarlett, her expression turning serious. A frown crept onto her face as if something was bothering her.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be… Something is missing," Irish muttered, falling into deep thought.

Scarlett watched nervously as Irish's eyes darkened, her lips pressing together as if she was searching for an answer.

Then, after a few seconds, a mischievous grin returned to Irish's face, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"That's it!" she said, clapping her hands together. "I should feed you mouth to mouth!"