Finding a Yandere in Reverse World

Chapter 18: The Diary of Jason Parker

My jaw hangs open as I watch Erica’s character deliver the final blow to the Soul of Cinder. I can hardly believe what I just witnessed. “Holy shit,” I breathe, leaning forward from my perch on the edge of her bed. “You just beat Dark Souls 3 in three hours. Without taking a single hit.”

Erica turns to me, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She stretches, her toned arms flexing as she arches her back. “What can I say? I’ve had some practice.”

I shake my head in disbelief, running a hand through my messy brown hair. How is this possible? Erica, the tough-as-nails delinquent, a secret gaming prodigy?

‘No wonder she backseats me so rudely when I’m struggling with Messmer. She is an actual Fromsoft genius.’

“How did you get so good?” I ask, unable to keep the awe from my voice. “And why haven’t you ever mentioned this before?”

Erica’s blue eyes meet mine, a hint of vulnerability flickering in their depths. She shrugs, reaching for a cigarette on her nightstand. “Most boys hate video games,” she says, her usual bravado slipping slightly. “But you never shut up about Elden Ring, so I figured you might get a kick out of this.”

I can’t help but chuckle, even as my mind reels from this new revelation. It’s so typically Erica, hiding her softer interests behind that tough exterior. “Get a kick out of it? Are you kidding? This is incredible!”

She lights her cigarette, taking a long drag before responding. “Yeah, well, don’t go spreading it around. Got a reputation to maintain, you know?”

I nod, not really understanding why she cares.

‘Is she so desperate not to be seen as a nerd?’ I ponder. ‘But she’s so good!’

“So,” Erica says, breaking the silence. She takes another drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her face in lazy tendrils. “Halloween’s coming up in about three weeks. You know it’s always huge here in Salem.”

I blink, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. “Oh, right. Yeah, I guess it is.”

‘I guess Salem is a tourist trap on Halloween in this world, too.’

She raises an eyebrow, her piercing blue eyes studying me. “You guess? Don’t tell me you’ve never really celebrated here before.”

I shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Not really. I usually just stay in. The crowds on the street are usually to insane.”

Erica’s eyes widen in disbelief, and then a mischievous smirk spreads across her face. It’s the kind of look that usually means trouble or adventure. “Oh, we’re definitely changing that this year, pretty boy.”

She stands up, stretching again, and I can’t help but notice how her shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. I nearly drool.

Erica grabs my chin and brings our eyes in line with each other. “We could hit up a haunted house or two,” she speaks with excited energy. “There’s this one on Essex Street that’s supposed to be insane. People come from all over just to see it.”

I nod, trying to match her enthusiasm, but low-key, just not giving a shit about Halloween at all. “That could be cool.”

“Or hell,” she continues, her grin widening, “we could just drink on the streets. The cops are chill as fuck about it during Halloween.”

My eyes widen at that. “Seriously? They just let people drink in public?”

Erica laughs, a sound that’s equal parts rough and melodious. “Welcome to Salem on Halloween, baby. It’s a whole different world.”

She flops back onto the bed next to me, close enough that I can smell the mix of cigarette smoke and her floral perfume. “So what do you say? Ready to have a real Salem Halloween experience?”

“Yeah,” I say, a smile spreading across my face. “Let’s do it.”

Erica’s answering grin is bright enough to light up the room. “That’s my boy,” she says, ruffling my hair affectionately. “We’re gonna have a blast.”

As I was about to respond, a faint buzzing catches my attention. I glance at my phone, lying face-down on Erica’s plush carpet, and my stomach drops. Fifteen missed calls from Brooke.

“Shit,” I mutter, fumbling to grab the phone. Erica quirks an eyebrow, her piercing blue eyes following my movements.

“What’s up, baby boy?” she asks her tone a mix of concern and amusement.

I don’t answer, my fingers already tapping Brooke’s number. The phone barely rings once before she picks up.

“Jason!” Brooke’s voice comes through, thick with relief. “Oh thank god. I’ve been worried sick!”

“Brooke, what’s wrong?” I ask my free hand unconsciously gripping the edge of Erica’s chair. Erica leans in, her cigarette forgotten, clearly picking up on the tension.

“Someone broke into our house,” Brooke says, her words sending a chill down my spine. “They... they trashed your room, Jason. It’s a mess.”

My mind races, trying to process this information. “What? How? When did this happen? Who in the world would break into a cops house?”

“I don’t know, I got home and found it like this. Mom is out looking around for suspects, I guess, but there a few cops here right now.” Brooke replies, her voice trembling slightly. “Can you and Erica come over? I need you to take a look. And Jason... make sure Erica stays with you, okay? Just to be safe.”

I nod, forgetting for a moment that she can’t see me. “Yeah, of course. We’ll be right there.”

As I end the call, I turn to Erica, whose expression has hardened into the fierce protectiveness I’ve come to know so well. “Someone broke into my house and trashed my room.”

Erica’s eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flashing in their blue depths. “Let’s go,” she growls, already on her feet and grabbing her leather jacket.

***

The ride to my house is tense, with Erica’s knuckles white on the steering wheel of her car. As we pull up, I see a couple of police cars parked outside, their lights casting an eerie glow in the twilight.

“Shit,” I mutter, my stomach churning. From the outside, the house looks fine, but knowing what awaits inside makes my skin crawl.

Erica’s hand finds mine, her grip firm and reassuring. “I’m right here, Jason,” she says, her usual gruff tone softened just for me.

We make our way inside, nodding to the officers taking statements in the living room. Brooke spots us and rushes over, her face pale with worry.

“Jason, thank goodness,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. I could feel her trembling slightly. Erica glared at her without saying anything.

“How bad is my room?” I ask, dreading the answer.

Brooke leads us upstairs, and as I push open my bedroom door, my jaw drops. It looks like a tornado hit. Clothes strewn everywhere, drawers upended, my desk chair overturned.

“Holy fuck,” Erica breathes behind me.

I step inside, my eyes darting around. My heart leaps when I spot my PS5 and Switch untouched in the chaos. But then my gaze falls on the shattered remains of my Zbox.

“Damn,” I mutter, kneeling to pick up a piece. “Why’d they only smash this one?”

As I surveyed the damage, I noticed only one thing missing. “Wait... where’s my diary?” Brooke goes visibly pale, but it’s Erica’s reaction that catches me off guard.

“Your diary?” she says, her voice sharp with anger. “Since when do you keep a diary?”

‘Fuck, for operation diary to work, I was supposed to tell her i was writing a diary.’ I kissed my Yandere wish list goodbye.

I blink. Confused by her anger. “Uh, for a while now. Why does it matter?”

Erica’s eyes narrow dangerously. “What kind of stuff did you write in there?”

I shrug, still not understanding her anger. “Just... personal stuff. Who cares if my diary got stolen?”

“No, I know you. Let me guess, you wrote down everything we’ve been doing lately, and probably all of the depraved things you want me to do to you, didn’t you!” She spoke as if she read it herself.

My face softened. ‘Aww, she definitely already broke in and read it herself. Operation Diary was a success after all.’

“Yes, That is exactly right, that’s why I’m not that worried.” I couldn’t help but smile at Erica.

Erica clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she glared at Me. “You don’t get it, do you? If people find out about the things you wrote in that diary, it’ll make you an even bigger target than you already are!”

Brooke, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn’t help but interject. “Erica’s right, Jason. You shouldn’t be so careless with your personal thoughts. What if someone uses them against you?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s just a diary, right? No one’s going to read it.”

Erica’s anger reached a boiling point. She stormed towards me, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me close. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and her voice was low and menacing. “You have no idea what kind of people are out there, Jason. They’ll use that information to manipulate you, to hurt you. Do you understand?”

I gulped, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I get nervous when she gets mad at me. “I... I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

She let go of me, her expression softening slightly. “Look, I know you think it’s all just a game, but this is serious.”

Brooke nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Jason. This isn’t just about your fantasies anymore. It’s about your safety.”

I sighed, apparently not fully realizing the gravity of the situation. “Okay.” Hopefully, Mom can catch whoever would do this.

“Do you have any enemies?” Brooke asked me.

“Maybe Eliot?” I thought about it. “But I think she’s still locked up.”

Erica nodded confirming she was. I shrugged again. “No, i don’t have any idea who would want to rob me then.”

“It’s possible you have a stalker.” Erica ventured a guess as she rubbed her chin. “I don’t know. I’ll have to put, security on you when i’m not around.” She sighed for a moment. “Or i guess I can just always keep you with me.”

Erica wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to her side. “I’ll figure it out, Jason. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Her voice was filled with determination, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her protectiveness.

Brooke crossed her arms, watching us with a mixture of concern and resignation as she left the room.

Erica spoke “Just... be careful from now on okay?” she said before turning to leave the room.

“Yes, yes.” I brush her off not really worried.

Erica’s grip on me tightened, and her expression turned dark. “I mean it, Jason. You can’t be so careless with your safety.” She spoke with fear. “If you get raped because you’re being careless, I will count that as cheating.” Her eyes grew manic as she tried to find a way to appeal to me.

I swallowed nervous, laughing a little at how insane what she just said tome was. “Okay,” I replied softly. “I’ll be more careful. I promise.”

Erica nodded, her gaze softening slightly. “Good,” she said. “Now, let’s clean up this mess.”

***

Together, we set to work picking up the scattered items in my room. Erica’s presence was a comforting reminder that no matter what happened, she would always be there to protect me. As we worked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of someone out there targeting me. No way am i leaving Erica’s sight for a while.

‘I guess this is like if a hot girl got a stalker?’ I wondered as I was cleaning. ‘Wait am i hot in this world? Does Erica think i’m trophy husband material.’ I get nervous at the thought of not being hot.

“Erica, am I hot?” I ask her with a genuine fear of her answer.

“Jason, what the fuck? You ask me that right now? As we’re trying to clean up the mess made by your stalker.” She looked annoyed.

After a few seconds of silence, Erica sighed deeply, setting down the book she was holding. She went and closed the door and then stepped closer to me. Her eyes locked on mine as she reached out to cup my cheek gently. “Jason,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are to me.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my heart race in my chest. Erica’s gaze was intense, her eyes filled with a fierce determination that made me feel both vulnerable and protected at the same time. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.

“Am i trophy husband material?” I asked still unsure if she just thought I was hot because we dated of if I was a genuine dime.

As she pulled away, she let out a low chuckle. “Trophy husband material?” she repeated, shaking her head. “No, Jason. You’re so much more than that.”

With a sudden movement, she pinned me down on my bed, her body hovering over mine as she gazed down at me with a predatory glint in her eyes. “You’re mine,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and my heart raced even faster. I knew that Erica’s possessiveness could be overwhelming at times, but i was always grateful for it.

Erica leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful, hottest, most attractive man I’ve ever met in my life, Jason. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Her words sent a wave of pleasure crashing over me, and I felt myself relax beneath her. Erica’s touch was gentle as she kissed my neck, her teeth grazing against my skin as she bit down lightly. I moaned softly, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

Erica’s strong hands began to explore my body, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest and abdomen. The bulge in my pants grew more pronounced as she caressed me. She ground her hips against mine, eliciting a gasp from my lips as I felt her desire for me.

Her lips found mine once again, and she kissed me with a fervor that left me breathless. Our tongues danced together as we lost ourselves in the moment, the chaos of the world around us fading away into nothingness. Erica’s dominant nature was intoxicating, and I found myself submitting to her willingly, eager to please her in any way I could.

As our clothes began to peel away, Erica paused for a moment, looking down at me with a wicked grin. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck you in your childhood bed. We only ever spend time at my house,” she said, her voice low and seductive.

I couldn’t help but blush at her words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Is that... a turn-on for you?” I asked, wondering what fetishes someone like her even has. She’s mostly just into having control.

Erica’s smile grew even wider, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, absolutely,” she purred. “I love the idea of claiming you in a place that’s so deeply connected to your past. It’s like... marking my territory.”

With a growl, Erica pushed me back onto the bed as she gazed down at me with a possessive gleam in her eyes. “You’re mine, Jason. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

I nodded, my heart racing as I felt her fingers trace the outline of my cock. She grinned at me, her eyes flashing with desire as she lowered herself onto me, guiding me inside her with a satisfied sigh.

As we moved together, Erica’s yandere nature came out in full force. She bit and clawed at me, her nails digging into my skin as she rode me with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

I gasped as her teeth sank into my shoulder, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. Erica’s eyes were wild with lust and possession, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered.

“You’re mine, Jason,” she growled, grinding her hips against mine. “I’ll never let anyone take you away from me.”

I could feel her muscles clenching around me as she rode me harder, her moans growing louder and more desperate. I reached up to tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer as our tongues tangled in a fierce kiss.

Erica’s hands roamed all over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She seemed insatiable, her desire for me only growing stronger as we moved together. I could tell she was close, her movements becoming erratic and frantic as she chased her release.

Suddenly, she cried out, her body shaking as she came. I followed soon after, my own orgasm tearing through me like a tidal wave. We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath.

Erica’s eyes were soft as she looked down at me, her expression tender despite the roughness of her lovemaking. She brushed a strand of hair away from my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek.

“So Yes Jason, I think your hot.” She laughed as she spoke, pulling me closer.

***

[Lindsey Carter’s POV]

My fingers traced the lines of Jason’s diary, my heart racing as I read his darkest desires. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of being the one to make them come true. It was far more twisted than I had hoped. Lyra really outdid herself by grabbing it.

I closed my eyes, imagining the scenario from his diary playing out in my mind. I could see myself lording over him. An emptied syringe previously filled with a potent drug clutched in my hand. He would be bound, helpless, his eyes wide and loopy yet filled with desire as I leaned in close.

“Shh, Jason,” I would whisper, my voice low and soothing. “Don’t be afraid. I’m going to make all your dreams come true.”

I could feel my body responding to the fantasy, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I imagined myself taking control, dominating him in a way that Erica never could.

“Really though, this diary reads more like a wish list in the guise of a smutty boy’s dreams. I mean, he literally wrote he wanted to be drugged and raped by Erica for days. What a scandalous little lad.” I laughed as I looked over at a blonde wig I was preparing for operation boy rape. I sighed.

“Still working on the operation name, though.”