My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: A New way of Fighting
Asher stood up, gathering the clothes and adjusting the cap on his head.

Just as he turned to head toward the restroom, Lucy blocked his path with a playful smirk.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can change right here,” she teased, folding her arms as if daring him to refuse.

He tightened his grip on the clothes, casting her a wary glance.

Just a moment ago, she looked like a very kind girl, and now?

Now, she was acting playful, taking great joy in his discomfort.

“I’d rather change somewhere private.”

Lucy’s smile only widened. “Why be embarrassed? There’s nothing to be shy about.”

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s just you, me, and Yuki. No big deal—unless, of course, you measure yours.”

Asher shifted uncomfortably, catching Yuki’s eyes fixed on him with a strange combination of curiosity and excitement.

She looked like she’d pounce on him at any moment, her excitement barely contained.

Of course, he just brushed it off as her being weird rather than her fantasizing about his body.

Yuki had seen his most private parts before—just glimpses, stolen in tempting moments when he walked around his apartment.

She’d even admit, if pressed, to sneaking a peek a few times in the bathroom.

But now, as he stood fully aware of her gaze, it felt entirely different. It made her more excited.

“I’ll be quick. Just give me a minute,” he muttered, slipping past Lucy.

She rolled her eyes but waved him off, giggling.

“Fine, fine. Go ahead. I forgot you were a virgin, and it’s not like that thing will stand up anymore.”

Asher froze mid-step.

He turned back slowly, narrowing his eyes. “Excuse me?”

Lucy stifled another laugh, feigning innocence.

“What? Just stating the facts,” she said, shrugging. “You’re dead. I figured, you know, certain…functions were out of commission.”

“Will I at least retain it after I evolve?”

He might not usually show his emotions, but he was still a man.

Even though he didn’t engage in the typical activities boys his age did, he still dreamed of experiencing them one day, especially when he finally became financially stable and had the freedom to pursue love.

It was just fate that robbed him of his life before he could experience it.

Lucy tapped her chin, pretending to ponder.

“Hmm, depends on the kind of evolution we’re talking about. I mean, if you’re aiming for the ‘fully functioning human’ package… maybe,” she said, winking. “But no promises.”

“Never mind. It’s not really important,” he said, turning away and pretending to be unaffected.

His defense mechanism kicked in again, wrapping around his emotion like a shield.

‘You’re still acting cold… I’m totally going to break you one day,’ Lucy bit her lips, her grin widening. ‘All those emotions you’re keeping inside—I wonder what face you’ll show me after I completely break down your wall,’

Five minutes later, Asher walked out of the bathroom, dressed in all the clothes Lucy had picked out.

He looked like a normal person—well, almost.

The gray windbreaker fit him well, and the black-and-white shoes looked surprisingly stylish, but his pale skin still made him look suspicious.

Lucy smiled, her eyes brightening. “Look at you! You actually look like you could walk among the living.”

Asher just ignored her, convinced she was teasing him again. He had learned that she loved to play pranks, so he had to keep his guard up.

“Tell me, what do I need to do next?” he shifted the conversation.

He had never been the type to overthink or devise cunning plans. Following instructions came naturally to him, even when he was alive.

He worked part-time jobs, simply following his boss’s lead.

At school, he did what James asked without question.

There were people born to lead or wanted to lead, and then there was him—content to follow.

It wasn’t that he lacked the skills or the intelligence; he just didn’t want the hassle that came with it.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to figure things out on your own first?”

“No,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “It’s easier that way. I’m not great at making decisions, especially in situations like this.”

He was telling the truth. If he were good at making decisions, he wouldn’t have ended up shot to death and surrounded by borderline weird girls—who, by the way, weren’t even human.

“That’s not good at all. As my servant, you need to be good at everything. I can’t have a useless slave like you; all my friends would laugh at me.” She crossed her arms and shook her head.

“Friends? You have one?” Asher asked with a doubtful look.

Lucy pouted, placing her hands on her hips. “Of course I do! People would line up to be friends with me. They’d give me gifts, praise me, and—”

She paused, noticing he had already looked away, inspecting the soles of his shoes with a disinterested expression.

“Hey, are you even listening?” she asked, feigning annoyance.

Asher shrugged, still focused on his shoes. “I’m listening. You were saying something about gifts and a lot of praise.”

Lucy rolled her eyes dramatically. “You know, it’s hard to believe you were ever alive with that level of enthusiasm.”

“I’m just a boring guy after all,” he responded bluntly.

“Forget it. Just go and head to this address. I did you a favor and already investigated,” She handed him a slip of paper.

He glanced down at the address, then back up at her. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. But listen,” she continued, her tone turning serious, “your current body is way slower than when you were alive, so you need to be more careful.”

Asher paused for a moment, mulling over her warning.

He had always relied on his quick reaction time, but now, with this body, he could still think fast—but his body wouldn’t cooperate.

‘I need to find a way to adapt and adjust how I fight.’

This was an important moment for him, a turning point in his life.

As he stood there, he sensed he was on the brink of discovering something huge about himself—something that would redefine who he was and allow him to surpass his former self.

Lucy could sense his enlightenment as well.

What would he ask her?

‘Undead Art?’

‘Superpowers? ‘

‘Magic ?’

‘Martial Arts? ‘

‘Go on, I want to see what kind of person you are. Tell me what you want,’ she muttered, barely containing her excitement.

“Can you teach me how to use a gun?”