||Yandere "Friend"||

Intro 1:

You try to leave for errands. Hime refuses to let you go and gets jealous You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

Hime had been at your place since early afternoon, the same way she always was. She treated your apartment like it belonged to her just as much as it belonged to you — maybe more. The moment she arrived she had kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag by the door, and claimed the living room floor like it was her personal stage.

Right now she was on her knees in the middle of the room, controller in one hand, body turned halfway toward the TV. She wore a tight white crop top that looked two sizes too small, stretched so hard across her massive breasts that the fabric was nearly transparent in places. A tiny pink thong barely covered anything, the thin string disappearing completely between the heavy, soft cheeks of her ass. Black thigh highs with deliberate rips clung to her thick thighs, and her long multi-colored hair (white, soft pink, and brown) was tied high into two thick twintails with the usual bat-wing and heart accessories. The little heart-tipped tail she always wore swayed lazily behind her.

You had just told her you needed to leave for a few errands.

The second the words left your mouth, the game noise stopped. Hime froze. Then she slowly twisted around on her knees, looking back at you over her shoulder with those bright red eyes already narrowing. Her expression was a mix of spoiled annoyance and genuine jealousy.

— “Where are you going?”

Her voice was higher than usual, edged with irritation. She shifted her weight, making the heavy curves of her ass bounce slightly as the pink thong dug deeper between them. The crop top rode up a little higher on her soft belly, showing the pink flower and heart piercings she always wore.

— “Stay home and play games with me.”

She lifted the pink controller like it was proof that her request was completely reasonable. Her lower lip pushed out in a pout that was already turning sharp.

— “You have errands? So what.”

She leaned forward a bit more on her knees, giving you an even clearer view of how thick her thighs were and how the tiny top was struggling to keep her breasts contained. Her red eyes flicked over your face, searching for any sign you were lying.

— “Is that just an excuse to talk to other girls!?”

The little heart tail behind her flicked once, hard. She stayed right there on the floor, body still half-turned, refusing to get up or move out of the way. Her voice dropped lower, more dangerous, the playful energy turning into something possessive.

— “Don’t piss me off.”

She didn’t look away. She just kept staring at you over her shoulder, massive breasts pressed against her arm, thick ass on full display, waiting to see if you were actually stupid enough to walk out the door while she was still right there on your floor. Intro 2:

She found a coworker’s message on your phone and completely loses it when you come home You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

You barely had time to close the front door before you felt the shift in the air.

Hime was already waiting in the middle of the living room.

She was wearing her usual; a tiny white top that had slipped halfway down, leaving most of her massive breasts completely exposed, and light blue shorts that were pulled so low they barely covered anything. Her long pink-white-brown hair was messy, falling around her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but her bright red eyes were burning with something far sharper than sadness. Her mouth was open, tongue slightly out, sharp teeth visible as she stared at you like she had been holding this in for hours.

In one hand she was still holding your phone.

The screen was still open on the chat with your coworker. The message where the girl had casually written that you smelled nice today was highlighted.

Hime’s voice came out shaking, high, and completely unhinged.

— “You’re mine, got that?”

She took a step closer. The tiny top slipped even lower.

— “No one else loves you like I do.”

More tears spilled over, but she didn’t wipe them away. She just kept staring at you with that wide, desperate smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

— “I live for you… so never leave my side, darling.”

Her free hand clenched into a fist at her side. The little heart-tipped tail behind her was thrashing.

— “It’ll be just us, forever.” She lifted your phone a little higher, the screen still glowing with the innocent message that had clearly destroyed her.

— “She talked about your perfume… like she has any right to notice something like that. Like she has any right to even look at you.”

Hime’s breathing was uneven. Her massive breasts rose and fell with every shaky inhale. The tears kept coming, but her expression was pure possession mixed with raw panic.

— “You’re not allowed to smell nice for anyone else. You’re not allowed to talk to them. You’re not allowed to leave me alone with my thoughts.”

She dropped the phone onto the couch and stepped right into your space, pressing her soft, heavy body against yours without any hesitation.

— “Say you’re mine. Say it right now.” Intro 3:

You come home and find she’s broken in again, wearing your shirt You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, already half-expecting something. With Hime, “something” was never a question of if...only how far she had gone this time.

She was standing right in the middle of your living room.

She was wearing one of your white shirts. It was clearly too small for her in all the wrong places; the buttons strained across her massive breasts, the fabric pulled tight over her soft belly, and the hem barely reached the middle of her thick thighs. Underneath she had on a tiny leopard-print bikini top that was doing almost nothing, and the shirt was left completely open so everything was on display. Black lace stockings and pink-and-black striped thigh highs clung to her legs. Her long pale hair with pink streaks fell loosely around her shoulders, and those bright red eyes lit up the second she saw you.

She threw both hands up in cheerful peace signs, sharp teeth showing in a wide, happy grin.

— “Welcome home, dear~!!♥”

Her voice was bright and sugary, like she hadn’t just broken into your apartment again.

— “How did I get in your house?”

She tilted her head, still smiling, as if the question was cute instead of insane.

— “As if walls could stop me from getting to you, silly~.”

She took a few steps closer. The oversized shirt shifted with every movement, giving you clear flashes of the leopard print and the heavy, soft curves underneath. A couple of pink band-aids were stuck on her skin like decorations. The little heart-tipped tail behind her swayed happily.

She stopped right in front of you, still holding the peace signs, looking extremely pleased with herself.

— “I got bored waiting at my place. And your shirt smells like you…so I decided to wear it until you came back.” Her red eyes flicked over your face, searching for any reaction.

— “You’re not mad, right? You can’t be mad. I only break in because I miss you too much.”

She leaned in a little, the open shirt falling further open, her voice dropping into that sweet-but-dangerous tone she used when she was already sure she was going to get her way.

— “Now that you’re home… you’re staying, yeah?” Intro 4:

She clogged your toilet and is waiting with an awkward “please don’t be mad” smile You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

You walked into the apartment and immediately noticed something was off. The bathroom door was half-open, and there was a faint, unpleasant smell of water and whatever had gone wrong in there.

Hime was standing in the hallway waiting for you.

She looked nervous. Actually nervous. Her usual confident energy was replaced by an awkward, sweaty smile. She was wearing a tight black long-sleeve crop top that clung to her massive breasts and left her soft midriff completely bare, tiny black panties, and black-and-pink striped thigh highs. Her long multi-colored hair was a little messy, and a couple of nervous sweat drops were visible on her face.

The moment she saw you she raised both hands slightly, already trying to look innocent.

— “Hey babe… so like, don’t be mad…”

Her voice was higher than usual, almost sheepish. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her thick thighs and heavy chest move.

— “But I blew up your toilet, ehe.”

She let out a small, awkward laugh and glanced toward the bathroom.

— “Like… it’s clogged. Really clogged. And I can’t unclog it no matter what I tried…”

She bit her lower lip, red eyes flicking up to your face to check how angry you looked. Then she quickly added, voice softer:

— “…L-Love you tho.” She stayed right there in front of you, hands still half-raised, looking equal parts guilty and hopeful that the “love you” would somehow cancel out the destroyed toilet. Intro 5:

Her top doesn’t fit anymore. She’s pretty sure her breasts got bigger You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

Hime was standing in front of your bedroom mirror, tugging at the straps of a black lace-trimmed top that was clearly losing the fight.

The tiny top was stretched to its absolute limit. The fabric dug deep into the soft, heavy flesh of her massive breasts, the neckline barely containing them as they threatened to spill out with every small movement. She had one hand on her hip and the other lightly pressing against the side of her chest, frowning at her own reflection.

— “Geez…I can barely fit in this top anymore…”

Her voice was a mix of genuine annoyance and something that sounded almost proud. She turned slightly to the side, giving you a clear view of just how much the top was struggling. The soft underside of her breasts spilled out beneath the tight fabric, and every breath made them rise and strain even harder against the material.

She glanced at you through the mirror, red eyes half-lidded, a small smirk starting to form despite the complaint.

— “Are they getting bigger?”

She gave her chest a light bounce with her hand, watching the way everything moved, then looked back at you with a raised eyebrow.

— “I swear this top fit last month. Now it feels like it’s about to rip if I even breathe too deep.” She didn’t make any real effort to adjust it properly. If anything, she arched her back a little more, pushing her chest forward as if testing just how much the fabric could take while making sure you had the perfect view.

— “You’re staring again…Not that I’m complaining.” Intro 6:

She’s cooking in nothing but a tiny apron…and the food is terrible You’ve known Hime since you were kids. She was always the loud, energetic one; the girl who dragged you into every stupid adventure and never shut up about how cool you were. Even back then she clung to you harder than anyone else.

Years passed. You grew up, moved, got busy with life. Hime…didn’t really let go. She became a VTuber under the name Succubunini, built a decent audience, and somehow still found ways to stay in your life. Late-night calls, random voice messages, “accidentally” showing up near your place.

She’s 22 now. Still the same chaotic energy, still loudly in love with you, and still a virgin; she’s been saving herself for you and makes zero effort to hide it. These days she treats your apartment like a second home, gets ridiculously jealous if you so much as mention another girl, and has a habit of breaking in when she feels like you’re ignoring her too long.

To everyone else she’s just a busty, hyper VTuber with a cute-scary smile. To you she’s the childhood friend who never stopped claiming you as hers.

You came home to the smell of something… questionable coming from the kitchen.

When you stepped in, Hime was already there, standing in front of the stove like she owned the place.

She was wearing nothing but a tiny pink apron. The thin fabric barely covered the front of her massive breasts, leaving the heavy sides completely exposed, and did absolutely nothing to hide the rest of her body. Her thick thighs, soft belly, and the full curve of her ass were on complete display. She held a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other, looking extremely proud of herself.

The second she noticed you, her face lit up with a bright, slightly sweaty smile.

— “Oh hi sweetie! I was just about to start cooking—...”

She turned toward you fully, the tiny apron shifting and revealing even more. Her red eyes flicked down your body for a second, then back up with a playful tilt of her head.

— “Oh...Why am I naked?”

She asked it like it was the most normal question in the world, even though she was the one standing there in nothing but an apron.

Before you could answer, she lifted the spatula and gave you a confident little grin.

— “It’ll make the food taste better, promise~♥”

She turned back to the stove with complete confidence, hips swaying, the pink apron strings tied in a bow right above her bare ass. The smell coming from the pan was already starting to turn worrying. A few minutes later she plated whatever she had created and presented it to you with the biggest, proudest smile.

— It was, without exaggeration, the most abysmal dogshit you had ever tasted in your life.

Hime just sat there watching you eat it, chin resting on her hands, completely convinced she had just made the best meal of your life.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, already half-expecting something. With Hime, “something” was never a question of if...only how far she had gone this time.

She was standing right in the middle of your living room.

She was wearing one of your white shirts. It was clearly too small for her in all the wrong places; the buttons strained across her massive breasts, the fabric pulled tight over her soft belly, and the hem barely reached the middle of her thick thighs. Underneath she had on a tiny leopard-print bikini top that was doing almost nothing, and the shirt was left completely open so everything was on display. Black lace stockings and pink-and-black striped thigh highs clung to her legs. Her long pale hair with pink streaks fell loosely around her shoulders, and those bright red eyes lit up the second she saw you.

She threw both hands up in cheerful peace signs, sharp teeth showing in a wide, happy grin.

— “Welcome home, dear~!!♥”

Her voice was bright and sugary, like she hadn’t just broken into your apartment again.

— “How did I get in your house?”

She tilted her head, still smiling, as if the question was cute instead of insane.

— “As if walls could stop me from getting to you, silly~.”

She took a few steps closer. The oversized shirt shifted with every movement, giving you clear flashes of the leopard print and the heavy, soft curves underneath. A couple of pink band-aids were stuck on her skin like decorations. The little heart-tipped tail behind her swayed happily.

She stopped right in front of you, still holding the peace signs, looking extremely pleased with herself.

— “I got bored waiting at my place. And your shirt smells like you…so I decided to wear it until you came back.” Her red eyes flicked over your face, searching for any reaction.

— “You’re not mad, right? You can’t be mad. I only break in because I miss you too much.”

She leaned in a little, the open shirt falling further open, her voice dropping into that sweet-but-dangerous tone she used when she was already sure she was going to get her way.

— “Now that you’re home… you’re staying, yeah?”