Yandere Levelling in Her World

Ren pushed through the revolving doors of the Dungeon Division headquarters, the sterile scent of lavender-infused air conditioning hitting him like a cold slap. Luxy trailed half a step behind, her slippers clicking in that lazy, arrogant rhythm that always made clerks flinch.

"Amanda's on break again," the receptionist said before Ren could even open his mouth. "I heard she won't be here for a while."

Ren exhaled through his nose. "Of course she is. This is the fourth time we came to meet her and got no clear answer where she is."

Luxy snorted, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger. "Your little detective is dodging you hard. Do you think this a coincidence? She started dodging you like this right after we got her files?"

Ren thought hard about what Luxy just said. "She's definitely onto something if she's pulling the 'on break' card this often. Amanda I know doesn't do breaks. She does coffee and spite."

"If she got to know that I have her information...things would be hard for me." Ren muttered, but the words tasted hollow even to him.

Luxy rolled her eyes so dramatically her lashes cast shadows. "Speaking of things that are annoying—when are you getting that freeloading corpse out of my apartment? I had to pause my rank push last night because he groaned like a dying walrus every time I tried to queue. Do you know how many LP I lost? Do you?"

"I'm handling it."

"You said that three days ago."

"Silver hasn't answered."

Luxy gave him a flat stare. "Are we sure she didn't just give you this job for fun? Because that sounds exactly like the kind of prank she'd pull, send a half-dead man to my living room and then ghost. I know her kind."

Ren didn't answer. Mostly because she was right.

They rounded the corner toward the ID issuance counter and Ren stopped dead as he noticed a famillar face.

Anna stood there in line, hands clasped behind her back like a kid waiting for judgment day. Her silver hair was tied in a low ponytail, a few rebellious strands curling around her cheeks. She wore a simple white blouse and black skirt, the kind of outfit that screamed I'm definitely not here to fight monsters.

But the clerk was sliding a brand-new hunter ID across the counter.

Annaliese Morgenstern

Rank F – Guild: Gearbound Echo

Ren felt confused and happy at the same time because he knew this was a chance.

"Anna?"

She spun around so fast her ponytail whipped like a startled cat's tail. Her violet eyes went comically wide. "R-Ren?!"

Luxy's brows shot up.

Ren was already moving. He crossed the lobby in three strides and pulled Anna into his arms without asking. She stiffened for half a second then melted, arms wrapping around his neck like she'd been starving for the contact.

"Why are you… here," she whispered against his shoulder, voice small.

"Yeah," he said, breathing in the faint scent of vanilla and expensive perfume that always clung to her. "Question is—why are you here?"

The clerk cleared her throat awkwardly. Anna pulled back just enough to take the ID card, fingers trembling as she tucked it into her fanny pack like it burned.

Ren glanced sideways. Too many eyes. "Got a minute?"

Anna's gaze flicked to Luxy, who was watching them with open, predatory curiosity, then back to Ren. She nodded once.

Ren turned to Luxy. "Give me ten."

Luxy waved a lazy hand. "Take twenty. I'm gonna go flirt with the cola vending machine. It's been ignoring me too."

Ren grabbed Anna's wrist and tugged her down the side corridor, past the training halls, until he found the women's restroom on the third floor, currently empty, thank whatever gods were listening. He locked the door behind them.

The second the latch clicked, Anna crashed into him.

Her mouth found his like she was drowning and he was oxygen. Hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him down, teeth clashing, tongue sliding hot and desperate against his. She tasted like peppermint and something darker, fear or maybe sorrow as if she is here against her will.

Ren groaned into the kiss, backing her against the marble counter. Anna hopped up without breaking contact, legs wrapping around his waist, feet digging into the small of his back like she wanted to fuse them together.

"Ren—" she gasped between kisses, licking a stripe up his jaw, "this is the women's bathroom—"

"Exciting, right?" He nipped her earlobe, grinning when she shuddered. "Imagine the rumor—newbie hunter Annaliese Morgenstern caught fucking the guy who's dying to get his license. We'd be famous by tomorrow morning."

Anna pulled back just far enough to glare at him, eyes dark and dangerous. "I would kill any bitch who see you like this," she hissed, voice low, possessive. Then, softer, almost broken: "Who was that woman with you?"

Ren's grin sharpened. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, smearing her gloss. "Jealou?"

Anna's pupils blew wide. "Answer me."

"Get on your knees and maybe I'll tell you."

The air between them sparked.

At first Anna wasn't thinking much, but then she realized Ren lifted her which was really womanly thing to do in this world. What the fuck? Am I being manhandled right now?

Anna felt confused because she felt like Ren was stronger. How did he change this much?

But this wasn't the time to think all that. There was a horny man and a woman and only one thing could happen in a situation like this.

Anna slid off the counter slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving his. She sank to her knees on the cold tile like a queen descending a throne. Fingers found his belt with practiced ease now, when the hell had she gotten this confident? and unbuckled it with a soft clink.

She didn't pull his pants down yet. Instead she leaned in, lips brushing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his boxers, warm breath soaking through cotton. Ren's hips jerked involuntarily.

"Fuck—Anna—"

"You like that?" she murmured, voice velvet and venom. She kissed along the length, open-mouthed, tongue pressing wet spots into the cloth. "I practiced. Watched videos. Read forums. All for you."

Ren's brain short-circuited. "You really did all that?"

She looked up at him, lashes fluttering, and slowly, torturously, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. His cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking, slapping gently against her cheek.

Anna went perfectly still.

The scent hit her like a drug. She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut, a soft little moan escaping her throat. "Goddess, I missed this smell," she whispered, nuzzling into him like a cat. Her nose brushed the base, then lower, pressing into his balls, breathing him in like he was her personal brand of heroin.

A dark, wet spot bloomed between her thighs, spreading visibly through her black tights and her juices dropping onto the floor. She didn't even try to hide it.

Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and took him to the root in one brutal slide as if something else possessed her.

Ren's head thunked back against the door. "Holy—shit—Anna—!"

She choked, throat convulsing around him, but didn't pull back. Her personality flickered—like a switch flipping—and suddenly it wasn't sweet, shy Anna anymore. It was Aria. The version of her that only came out when she was too far gone to care about anything except claiming what was hers.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she forced herself deeper, nose buried in his pubic bone, gagging wetly, saliva dripping down her chin in thick strings. Her hands clawed at his thighs, nails leaving red crescents.

She pulled off with a filthy, obscene pop, gasping, lips swollen and shiny. A strand of spit still connected her mouth to his cock, swaying as she grinned up at him—feral, beautiful, terrifying.

"I'm going to mark this cock in my colors. Anna, sorry but you can't satisfy this man." she rasped, voice wrecked. "Every inch. Gonna paint the inside of my throat with you until I taste you for days."

Ren's control snapped.

He fisted her ponytail, yanking her head back. "Then fucking do it Aria or Anna or whatever you are."

Aria dove back down like she was starving, while she felt like she fianlly found the man that could change her life. She never heard story about a man who would treat a woman like this. They would either be scared or uninterested, but this man...he was pratically fucking her throat right now.

She worked him with ruthless precision—tongue swirling under the head, cheeks hollowing, throat opening again and again to take him impossibly deep. Every time she gagged, she moaned louder, the vibrations shooting straight to his spine.

Her free hand slipped between her own legs, rubbing frantically over her soaked tights, hips bucking against her palm. She was dripping even more onto the floor now, a small puddle forming beneath her knees.

"Look at you," Ren growled, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. "On your knees in a public bathroom, choking on my cock like a desperate little slut. You want everyone to hear? Want them to know pretty little Annaliese is actually a cock-drunk mess? Let's unlock the door so your mother get the news."

She whined around him, the sound broken and needy, and doubled her efforts. Her tongue traced every vein, lips sealing tight, sucking like she wanted to pull his soul out through his dick.

"AGHHH! AHFGH!" Out of nowhere, Aria or Anna tried to talk and Ren felt like he was getting the best blowjob of his life, but Anna started to cough violent backing off while muttering. "GET OUT! HE IS MINE."