BECOMING MID(NIGHT)-Chapter 51: Phase 39 - So... Isn’t This Simply Lovely?

The air in the room didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, a static charge of tension that made the hair on my arms stand up. The door behind us remained slightly ajar, a useless sliver of the outside world that offered no comfort and no escape.

My composure was disintegrating. Every frantic heartbeat hammered home the same humiliating truth: I was a mess, exposed and filthy under the weight of my own secrets.

Kyouya—or Velvet, though the name felt like a lie now—wasn’t about to let the moment breathe. She moved with a predatory efficiency, kicking the door shut.

The click of the latch sounded like a gavel. Suddenly, the vastness of the room shrank until there was only the two of us, the space between us thick with an intimacy that felt more like a threat than an invitation.

"So... Mayo."

The name felt like a slur coming from those lips. Hearing that low, masculine resonance vibrating through a female frame sent a jolt of cognitive dissonance through my brain.

This wasn’t the username VelvetVice anymore.

The mask had been stripped away to reveal the man beneath the skin: Kyouya Kanzaki.

Before I could even draw a breath to respond, she lunged.

The movement was a blur of calculated violence, shoving me back into the deep cushions of the sofa. The fabric hissed under my weight as she pinned me down.

"So, how did you know... you horny little bitch?"

I hated the way my pulse spiked at the accusation.

She moved to neutralize me, her fingers winding around my wrists in a crushing grip, pinning my hands above my head against the back of the couch.

The dominance she radiated was suffocating, a dark magnetism I couldn’t look away from even as fear began to claw at my throat.

"I made sure my name was buried deep," she hissed, her face inches from mine.

I could smell the faint, lingering scent of her perfume clashing with the sterile, metallic tang of the tension between us.

"No ordinary person could just ’hack’ into a police database and dig me up. It’s an impossible trail to follow. And yet, here you are. My face wasn’t enough for you, was it? You had to go for the name, too."

Her eyes were twin chips of ice, a stare so sharp it felt like it was physically dissecting my thoughts. It was a side of her—of him—that was never meant for the light of day.

"What a disgusting little stalker you’ve turned out to be."

The insult stung, but before I could find my voice to protest, she leaned in further.

"Now tell me... Mayonaka Kurayami. Or else..."

Her free hand began a slow, agonizingly deliberate descent, hovering just above the denim of my pants. I could feel the heat radiating from her palm through the fabric.

"Did you know? I’m getting horny, too."

A smile spread across her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was uncanny—a chilling, jagged expression that looked entirely foreign on her features. It was the look of a hunter who had finally decided to stop playing with its food.

"It’s so hot here. So... if you prefer not to speak, then I’m afraid I will have to make you..."

Panic surged.

I tried to thrash, to find some leverage, but she had me completely neutralized.

Her legs were locked over mine in a professional hold, her weight distributed so that every time I moved, her grip on my wrists only tightened.

She was a wall of muscle and intent.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

Her breath was warm, a terrifying contrast to the coldness of her words.

"So... isn’t this simply lovely?" she whispered, her voice a brutal, velvety rasp.

"I will become your first... just like you’ve always wanted."

A sharp, jagged laugh escaped her throat, vibrating against my skin. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It wasn’t the melodic giggle of a woman; it was the dry, mocking sound of a man who had seen through every one of my pretenses.

"Hahaha. I see... you really enjoy this, don’t you, you little perv?"

The words were spat with a mixture of disgust and dark amusement.

"Shut the fuck up, you sick fuck!" I hissed, my voice cracking as I tried to heave my shoulders off the sofa. The effort was useless.

My muscles felt like lead, and her grip on my wrists was like iron bands.

"Let me go! Right now!"

She didn’t budge.

If anything, she leaned more of her weight onto my chest, forcing the air out of my lungs in a sharp wheeze.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she watched the frantic pulse in my neck.

"You’re barely even fighting back, Kurayami-san. Your mouth says ’go,’ but your body is pinned exactly where it wants to be. Craving for that psychological need."

Her free hand, which had been hovering near my waist, suddenly made contact.

I felt the cold, metallic edge of her fingernails graze the fabric of my fly.

The sound of her hand brushing against the denim was deafening in the quiet room.

"Now, tell me what I want to know... or I could just unzip this and turn you into a hot, dirty mess begging for my touch."

I froze. The threat wasn’t just physical; it was an ultimatum of total humiliation.

The room seemed to spin as the reality of my situation sank in. I was trapped in a high-rise apartment with a man inhabiting the body of my obsession, and he was moments away from dismantling what was left of my dignity.

"And don’t worry," she whispered, her voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register that made my stomach flip.

"You’ll definitely enjoy it. It’ll be a hell of a lot more visceral than any of that filth you’ve spent your nights watching through a screen."

The blood drained from my face.

My heart skipped a beat, then began a frantic, uneven rhythm.

"How... how did you know?"

"You are too predictable, Midnight."

She let the name hang in the air, a trophy of her own counter-investigation.

"I already knew all about you long before you showed up here," she continued, her smile widening into something truly predatory. The "Velvet" mask was gone entirely now; there was only Kyouya’s ruthless intellect staring back at me.

"You’re just a miserable, pervy NEET who craves a man’s touch but is too terrified to step out of the shadows to find it. You thought you were the hunter, stalking me from your little room? How confident..."

She leaned down until our noses were almost touching, her breath hot against my lips. The dominance was absolute, a crushing weight that left no room for escape or denial.

"Like it or not, Kurayami Mayonaka..."

"I will be your man tonight."