She kept flooding my LINE with messages, to the point where I was scared to even read them. We were dating, but I never really loved her. I only got together with her because I was single at the time, she had huge tits, and she loved sex—so I just went along with it.
After we started dating, we tried every kind of sex—anal, swallowing cum, gonzo filming—you name it. At first, she was hesitant, but gradually she got into it, becoming more excited and emotionally attached. But honestly, I never truly loved her. I always thought I could break up with her anytime.
She kept interrogating me through LINE: Where are you? What are you doing? Are you cheating? Do you love me? She even waited for me in front of my school. My friends noticed and thought she was scary.
She’d stare into my eyes with a faint smile, her expression mixed with something terrifying. Her face was cute, but that look was like something out of a horror movie—like a mentally unstable Kurisaki Chiaki. I started worrying she might actually kill herself if I didn’t pay attention to her. And if that happened, I’d be completely ruined.
So I decided to break up. But she refused to accept it. Just kept saying “No,” claiming she loved me, even threatening to curse me if I left. It was terrifying. As I stood up to leave, she suddenly stripped naked, pulling down her clothes and letting her big tits bounce out. Then she grabbed my hand and forced it onto her breasts.
“Let’s have sex!!!”
I was determined to end things, but I hated the idea of giving up her body. I was weak, driven by lust—the classic self-destructive guy. In the end, I gave in and said, “Fine, just one last time.” I threw her onto the bed, laughing to myself, my cock rock hard, fully focused on fucking.
Her big tits were soft, her pussy tight, her hips moved skillfully, and her moans were cute. The only problem was her insane personality, which kept bothering me. I was about to cum inside her, but as I pulled out, she pushed me down, climbed on top, and forced my cock back in, making me creampie her.
“We’re gonna have a baby now, hehe. You can’t leave me anymore…”
Scary. She kept demanding, “You do love me, right? Say you love me!” I felt like if I didn’t say it—even if it was a lie—she might actually kill herself. So I had no choice but to say “I love you.”
Some people say “crazy girls are cute” or “yandere girls are hot,” but that only works with fictional characters. Real-life mentally unstable girls? They’re seriously dangerous. How the hell do I escape this curse? If you’ve watched this, please give me solid advice.
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