Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

Cheating in a bet—

Cheating in the middle of a match—

To most, such trickery would be enough to flip the table and call off the game entirely. Insults would fly, fists might follow, and no one would leave with a smile.

But Jabami Yumeko?

She wasn't most people.

She loved it.

To her, cheating wasn't a disgrace. It was an art. A forbidden spice that made every gamble even more intoxicating.

There were countless gamblers in the world. Some loved the rush of risk. Others chased the thrill of winning.

But Jabami Yumeko… she enjoyed everything.

Whether she was scooping a mountain of winnings into her hands—

Or falling into ruin, stripped bare of assets and hope—

Each twist of fate tasted like honey on her tongue.

So now, having lost…

She bowed her head slightly, long lashes fluttering, and smiled sweetly.

"Yukima-san, please accept your spoils of war."

( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

She looked up at him with utter sincerity.

Waiting. Expecting.

A wish with no limits.

And she—the embodiment of youthful temptation—was now his to command.

Yukima Azuma's gaze swept over the girl kneeling before him.

Yumeko's figure was exquisite, her presence impossible to ignore. Even a modest women's suit, when worn by her, became something impossibly elegant… dangerously alluring.

And the more she felt his eyes lingering on her, the more her breathing quickened.

Not because she was excited in the usual way—

But because she wanted it to become a bet.

She wanted herself—her body, her freedom, her name—to become a stake on the table.

If that was what she stood to lose…

Then the gamble would finally be thrilling enough.

Yukima narrowed his eyes.

"What a strange girl," he thought.

She was maddening. Magnificent.

And absolutely insane.

Trying to assess her like an ordinary person would be a fool's errand.

And pretending to be noble now, when he'd clearly set this trap for her from the beginning, would be laughable.

So he raised his hand…

And gently pinched her cheek.

Soft. Warm. The perfect texture. Just the right amount of flesh.

Yumeko didn't flinch or protest.

Instead, she leaned into his touch like a content kitten.

Eyes bright with anticipation.

So Yukima said the words:

"My wish is… for you to become my possession."

No hesitation.

No ambiguity.

He didn't care how bold it sounded.

And Yumeko?

She accepted immediately.

"Yes, Master. I understand!"

Her voice rang like bells in spring—sweet, cheerful, and absolutely devoid of shame.

With just those words, Jabami Yumeko became his.

And everything she owned—including Hyakubami Daily, media subsidiaries, black-market trading groups, and slush funds scattered across Tokyo—now fell under his control.

Later, the two found a hotel nearby and quietly rented a room. Nothing extravagant. Nothing flashy.

Once inside, Yumeko immediately pulled out a sleek, black briefcase, opened her laptop, and began working.

Within the hour, she presented a stack of documents—digital and hardcopy—listing her holdings, companies, proxy organizations, and shell corporations.

Yukima skimmed through them.

His eyebrows lifted.

"Tch… what the hell…?"

Insane.

The profits she controlled were outrageous.

It was like money falling from the heavens—fortune amassed through risk, manipulation, legacy, and power games.

On paper alone, the wealth under Yumeko's hand rivaled or even surpassed Laplace Corporation.

To say this gamble had paid off was an understatement.

Yukima clicked his tongue again.

"A horse doesn't grow fat without grazing at night. A man doesn't get rich without money falling from the sky…"

But even so, he didn't allow himself to get greedy.

This had been a low-risk, high-reward gamble—one constructed around an overwhelming information disparity.

Even if he had lost, the penalty would have been negligible for Laplace Corporation.

But the worst thing a gambler could do after a win…

Was to become arrogant.

Thinking others were fools.

Rushing into more games just because the last one ended in victory.

That was when most gamblers lost everything.

"Master~," Yumeko called sweetly, now leaning against his shoulder like a loyal maid.

(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

"Would you like me to activate any of these assets now? I can send out the orders."

Yukima shook his head.

"Just manage them like you normally would. If I need something, I'll tell you."

Swallowing this fat chunk of meat all at once would do more harm than good.

His current system was already running smoothly. Stability was worth more than greed.

Yumeko giggled. "In that case, I'll start with the media. The Laplace name needs to echo across every outlet, right?"

She didn't even need to be told.

Already, she was aligning her empire with his goals.

A girl like Yumeko, when loyal, could outperform a thousand men.

Looking at her kneeling at his feet—so eager, so capable—

Yukima couldn't help but think:

"So this is what it feels like to have a personal maid…"

No wonder old families like the Shinomiyas or the Suou clan always kept such bodyguards.

Someone like Jabami Yumeko—

Loyal. Lethal. Brilliant.

She wasn't just useful.

She was dangerous.

After issuing her orders, Yumeko tilted her head.

"Master~," she whispered, resting her chin on his lap.

Her fingers trailed upward, teasing along his thigh. "The day's still young. What should we do now?"

"Would you like to devour me?"

"I'm your possession, after all. If you're not using me…"

She giggled, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Then how about another bet?"

"I still have some shares and properties within the Hyakubami group I haven't claimed. They'd make perfect stakes."

"Let's play again, Master~! If you gamble with your obedient pet, I'll be even more motivated~!"

◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

Her touch grew bolder.

Yukima's expression didn't change, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

(ᵕ—ᴗ—)

"A perfect all-purpose maid, huh?" he thought.

"But the cost… might be more than I expect."

Because this girl—

No matter how submissive she looked now, kneeling with a demure smile—

The moment he slipped… the moment he lost…

She'd devour him whole.

A venomous snake in a maid's uniform.

That was Jabami.

And that name wasn't just for show.

Still, the night was long.

And denying her now would only awaken a deeper hunger.

So Yukima reached forward and lifted her chin gently.

"Then let me use you… for a bit."

Those words lit her up.

Her crimson eyes sparkled. Her cheeks flushed pink.

(๑♡ᵕ♡๑)

Her fingers moved to her collar—

Undoing the ribbon in one smooth motion.

And then…

Well, let's just say the screen fades to black.

There are no seggs scenes here.

(≖⩊≖)

Time passed quickly.

By the time they were done, the sun had dipped behind the city skyline.

Yukima lay on the bed, unmoving. His arm was completely numb—Yumeko still curled against it, fast asleep.

Tears still clung to her lashes.

Looking at her like this, she seemed no different from any other sleeping girl.

So peaceful. So lovely.

But when her eyes opened…

When that abyssal fire returned…

She became something else entirely.

Fireworks in the night sky—

Beautiful.

Deadly.

Untouchable.

Yukima slipped his arm out from under her gently, shaking out the numbness.

Then he called the hotel front desk to order food.

They hadn't eaten all day.

Twilight bathed the room in warm orange light when Yumeko finally stirred.

Her sleepy eyes fluttered open, and she blinked slowly before focusing on him.

Then—

"Maaster," she purred, stretching languidly.

There was a dangerous sweetness to her tone.

The kind that could melt a man's bones.

Yukima chuckled. "Want to eat something?"

"Anything is fine~."

She sat up and wrapped a blanket around herself, watching as Yukima called down to order another meal.

Most of the time, Yukima preferred to cook personally for the girls in his life.

But not for Yumeko.

Because no matter how refined the taste—how perfect the technique—

No dish could ever excite her the way a good bet could.

Cooking for Yumeko was a waste of time.

It was better spent devising a new trap.

A new gamble.

A new thrill.

Midway through eating, Yumeko suddenly perked up.

"Oh! That reminds me~"

She grinned at him.

"I'm planning to transfer to Hyakkaou Private Academy soon."

"Do you want to come with me? There's someone from the Momobami family there."

"If Master can turn her into a possession too, it would make things so much easier~!"

Yukima raised an eyebrow.

Momobami.

The current head of the Hyakubami clan.

If he could dominate her, then yes—his reach would extend far beyond what Yumeko alone could provide.

But a girl like that wasn't easy prey.

Yukima shook his head.

"Go enjoy yourself. I have other things to do."

Yumeko nodded obediently.

But he paused.

Wait.

In his memory… Yumeko transferred to Hyakkaou during her second year.

Why now?

"What made you decide to move up the timeline?"

Yumeko beamed.

"Because the bets with Master were too wonderful~!"

"They completely awakened something inside me. But if you're not going to satisfy that feeling all the way…"

She pouted, leaning closer.

"I'll just have to find someone else to play with."

She stuck out her tongue playfully.

(๑>؂•̀๑)

And with that, she grinned.

The game wasn't over.

Not even close.