My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: The Hardest Choice
She waited, certain that his own uncontrollable power would consume his body. It would be a fitting end for him.

But then, just as she blinked, he vanished from sight.

“Where is he?” she gasped in shock.

Before she could process it, an overwhelming sense of danger flooded her senses from her right.

Instinctively, she swung her tail to block whatever was coming.

The force of the surprised attack sent her flying through the air. She struggled to regain her balance, and before she could, his figure reappeared beneath her, moving like a blur.

He kicked her from behind with brutal force, the impact driving her upward . Her body spin uncontrollably as the air rushed past her.

Teeth clenched, she used her tail to turn in mid-air, but when she looked down, there was no sign of him.

‘Don’t tell me… ‘

He jump above her, driving his fist down in a crushing blow that sent her plummeting down to the ground, creating a crater.

Then, as the dust began to settle, she heard the sound of him landing. He was just getting started.

Kitsune used her tails to push herself up. She’d been thrown around, but the impact barely hurt—her tails had absorbed most of the damaged.

“You’re great at close combat,” she said, testing for a reaction. “I wonder why you bother with long-range magic. It doesn’t suit you. Is it because that demon wanted you to fight her way—”

In a flash, he was on her, fists aimed for her head.

“Not good!” she gasped and quickly curled her tails into a defensive ball of fur.

BOOOOM!

Another punch hit her. This time, she braced herself, managing to stay grounded.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, each one landing with crushing force, driving her inch by inch.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself!” Kitsune spat out.

One of her tails lashed out like a whip, striking his stomach. The impact sent him flying through the air.

Now, it was her turn.

Her eyes glowed, and she unleashed a devastating barrage of long-range attacks, sending blasts of orange energy raining down on him .

This was the same technique that had crushed Lucy, the one she had used to break her, and she had no doubt it would finish him off as well.

But to her surprise, he didn’t even try to dodge.

The magic pathways coursing through his body pulsed with a vivid mix of colors, radiating energy in waves.

Using his momentum, he punched through the incoming attacks, his fists shattering everything in their path.

Kitsune’s eyes widened in shock. She ramped up her attack, but he predicted every move, smashing through everything she sent his way.

His fists moved so fast that afterimages trailed behind them, making it appear as though dozens of hands were striking at once. The air itself couldn’t keep up, friction building to a scorching heat with each punch, creating a series of explosive combustions as the atmosphere burned in the wake of his fists.

At this moment, he was far stronger than Lucy, and even Kitsune wondered if her current, limited body could defeat the monster she awakened.

But one thing was certain: Asher was a born close-range fighter. And a terrifying one at that.

‘What is he?’ Doubt crept in as she questioned whether this was really just a simple mission.

Unfortunately, there was no time to think.

The longer he fought, the stronger he became, and now he was swatting away her attacks like they were nothing. For the first time in a long while, she felt the chance of defeat closing in.

SWOOOOSH!

He vanished again and reappeared right in front of her.

A right straight punch landed, its force snapping her body back and sending her spiraling. Blood sprayed from her mouth, unable to brace against the overwhelming power of the strike.

Dazed, she fought to regain her balance and lashed out with her tails, whipping them toward him in an attempt to create distance.

But before it could land, he caught it with his bare hand, yanked her forward, and slammed her to the ground.

He didn’t stop there. With another forceful pull, he slammed her into the ground on the other side—once, twice, again and again.

For a moment, she feared he wouldn’t stop until she was completely broken, pouring all his pent-up energy and fury into her destruction.

But then, without warning, he released her. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees. The toll on his body had finally caught up to him.

The magic circuits that had once glowed brightly began to dim, and his skin had darkened, like wood charred and cracked from a fierce fire.

Kitsune pushed herself up, wiping the blood from her mouth.

“How unfortunate. If you’d kept going, you might have actually killed this current body of mine,” she admitted.

“But it’s over now.” Her tails moved, each one aiming at his head.

Orange orbs of energy materialized at the tip of her tail, charged and ready to end him once and for all.

“No!” Lucy screamed, launching blood swords with the last of her strength, but they were effortlessly swatted away.

“Don’t waste your effort. He’s going to die anyway,” Kitsune said. “As a favor to your great-grandfather, I won’t kill you.”

Her words fueled Lucy’s anger. If Asher was going to die, she’d die with him.

“Kill me too,” she demanded.

Kitsune shook her head and sighed. “You’re too emotional. I’d love to kill someone like you, but I can’t—not with him here.”

Lucy was puzzled by her words until she heard footsteps. Turning toward the sound, her eyes widened.

A figure materialized from the shadows, a man with jet-black hair, a chiseled jaw, and a face that seemed carved from stone. His presence was commanding, his sharp features framed by a sleek black suit that blended with the darkness around him.

Every step he took seemed to bend the very air, as though the world itself acknowledged his arrival.

“Darling, I’ve come to take you home,” his voice echoed through the air—smooth and rich, with a charming elegance that made each word feel deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to say them.

But she knew better. Standing before her was her father. Lucian Morningstar.

“Father,” she whispered, struggling to find the right words. “I…”

“Don’t worry, dear,” he interrupted, his tone calm and reassuring. “I’m not angry that you ran away.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he nodded, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

A wave of relief washed over her as that one word left his lips, though it was quickly replaced by something far more urgent.

With him by her side, everything could change. If she could just get him involved, even someone like Kitsune would be nothing more than an afterthought.

“Father,” she begged. “Please, save him. You can end this.”

Lucian’s expression changed, the warmth fading from his face. His gaze turned toward the nearly lifeless figure kneeling in the distance.

“If I step in and save him,” he asked with an intense gazed, “are you prepared to marry your fiance without protest?”