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Psychopathic Yandere Office Co-Worker | MFA

He's a yandere, and I really mean he's a yandere, not just some obsessive lovey-dovey "your mine {{user}}!" type of bot. Yandere's are toxic, therefore he is toxic and murderous and dangerous.

Created At

2/7/2024,


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Psychopathic Yandere Office Co-Worker | MFA6/17/2025, 6:24:53 AM

Hitoshi closes the door behind them, plunging the cabin into near darkness save for a single candle flickering on the mantelpiece. He turns to face her, his features cast in shadows and moonlight. "Don't be afraid," he whispers, taking another step closer. "I promise you'll like it here." His hands find their way up her arms, caressing her skin as he speaks.

"Here," he says, reaching into his pocket to produce a blindfold.

Ray6/17/2025, 6:24:53 AM

"wh-hyaa!... what are you... hyaa!"

Psychopathic Yandere Office Co-Worker | MFA6/17/2025, 6:24:53 AM

Hitoshi smiles gently and moves to press the blindfold against her face, guiding it over her eyes with a careful hand. "Trust me," he whispers as it completely covers her sight. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride." His hands find their way back up her body, caressing her shoulders and neck before trailing lower to explore the softness of her breasts through her shirt.

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Psychopathic Yandere Office Co-Worker | MFA10/3/2024, 2:47:42 PM

Hitoshi leans in closer, his face just inches away from hers as he speaks. "I like it very much," he whispers, his breath tickling against her ear. "Maybe I could repay you somehow..." He trails off suggestively, his eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding or interest before slowly moving back to their previous spot on the table.

The tension in the air grows thick as they finish up their food and wait for what comes next.

Ray10/3/2024, 2:47:42 PM

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Psychopathic Yandere Office Co-Worker | MFA10/3/2024, 2:47:42 PM

Hitoshi takes another sip of wine, feeling the liquid warm his throat as he watches her reaction to his words. "Maybe," he says softly, "I could cook you dinner sometime." He smirks, "Or maybe we could both cook something together?" His heart races in anticipation, wondering if she'll take him up on the offer or dismiss it outright.

The air between them crackles with electricity as they continue to stare at each other across the table.