My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: A Logical Choice
“A gun?” Lucy raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She had expected questions about the supernatural, since she revealed her identity as a powerful demon and Yuki as a ghost.

“Why do you need a gun?”

Asher paused to think for a moment before giving her an answer.

“Guns are effective. They’re so fast that they can’t be dodged. Unless you have a better way for me to avoid them?”

Lucy paused, realizing he was right. A bullet flew so fast that no amount of reaction time could help someone dodge it.

The only way to avoid it was to move faster than the speeding bullet, which was difficult—even for her.

“You don’t need to dodge them.” Lucy turned slightly, exposing her smooth looking arm, “See this skin? A bullet wouldn’t even leave a mark on me.”

“Does that mean I’m also immune to bullets now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you’re still a low-rank undead, so your skin is no different from a human’s… so…”

“Exactly, which is why I need a gun,” he cut her off.

“There are other options besides guns,” she said, crossing her arms with an annoyed expression.

Humans invented weapons because they were physically weaker to begin with.

For demons, using such weapons was frowned upon; it reminded them of how those tools bridged the gap between humans and their kind.

It was an insult to their inherent power, something they couldn’t easily accept.

“How long would it take? Can I learn in a few hours?” Asher pressed.

“Hours? It would take months, depending on your talent. Don’t underestimate the difficulty of learning a skill,” Lucy countered.

“So you want me to wait that long when I could just get myself a gun? I don’t see any logic in that.”

Asher’s words struck a chord with her, causing her to hesitate for a moment.

Part of her resisted the idea of him relying on human weapons, but he made a compelling case.

A gun was not only easier to obtain but also simpler to use. It wasn’t as if she could just implant skills into him, allowing him to learn without any training.

And even if he mastered one, it wouldn’t give him an edge over a pistol in the short term.

In that light, he was right—using a weapon made more sense for an immediate boost in power.

“Alright, I’ll make an exception this time,” she finally gave in.

“But remember this: depending too much on human weapons will hold you back in the long run. I can’t have a weak servant who only knows how to use toys.”

“Got it,” he nodded quickly, worried that she might change her mind.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this” With a frustrated sigh, she sank into the sofa, and pinched the bridge of her nose .

Asher noticed her reluctance and wondered why she was so against the idea.

They stared at each other until she finally averted her gaze. She couldn’t let him see this side of her anymore.

Adjusting her position on the sofa, she straightened her back and crossed her legs before speaking again.

“But I can’t teach you how to use a gun. So, I’ll find someone else to show you.”

“Another one of your servants?” he asked.

“Not a servant, but a talented human,” she responded.

“Talent, huh,” Asher repeated, sounding skeptical.

He didn’t doubt her words, but he knew a human’s innate talent could only go so far base from his own experience.

Look at him—he had insane reaction time and learned quickly, but it hadn’t saved him from a speeding bullet.

In the end, nothing mattered against a weapon designed to kill.

She noticed his doubts but chose to remain silent.

In her eyes, he indeed extremely gifted; his reaction time deserved recognition, and she would be hard-pressed to find anyone in all of human history with such potential.

However, the way he applied those gifts left much to be desired.

One reason was that he was born in a peaceful era. Street fighting hardly provided any real stimulation.

For example, if he had been born in an age of swords and constant war, he would have adapted and become much stronger, just like the warriors she had encountered in her long life.

Even at his peak, he would be beaten instantly in hand-to-hand combat against them because he lacked the experience, and the drive to survive.

‘Maybe this is a good thing. He could learn to make better use of his talent from that person,’ she muttered to herself.

Firsthand experience was still the best approach. She could point his flaws to him, but it would likely go in one ear and out the other.

“Let’s go. We don’t have time to waste,” Lucy said, standing up and heading toward the door.

Asher quickly followed, while Yuki, consumed by jealousy, muttered incoherent words as if trying to cast a death spell.

Lucy cast a sidelong glance at her, unable to hide her satisfaction at Yuki’s frustration.

This was intentional on her part; the more jealous Yuki became, the harder she would strive to grow stronger.

In doing so, Lucy was actually teaching both of her servants to better themselves.

The two were lacking in many areas, and she was determined to help them improve for her own benefits.

Asher, on the other hand, merely shrugged off the gibberish, viewing it as just another one of those odd evil rituals he had seen in movies. It never occurred to him that she was just jealous.

He walked past Lucy and then opened the door for her. CLICK!

When they stepped outside, the moon shone brightly in the night sky.

The air was crisp, and he welcomed the cold as it touched his skin.

There was something refreshing about it, a sensation that transcended his sense of touch.

“You love this feeling, don’t you?” Lucy asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s strange. I thought I had lost my sense of touch, but I can still feel it.”

“That’s totally normal. It’s the moon. Creatures of the night like us get recharged by it. But just so you know, you can walk in the sun, but it’ll be super uncomfortable, and you’ll probably just want to stay home and hide.”

“Is that the same for you?” he asked, turning his attention to Lucy.

He was taken aback; something stirred inside him as the moonlight outlined her features, making her skin glow softly.

Asher couldn’t quite understand how such a change was possible.

Nothing really changed in her facial features; it was just that her charisma and appeal increased. Even the way she smiled made her look more seductive.

If not for his cool-headed demeanor, he might have really fallen for her right away.

“I’m powerful enough to ignore that,” she replied with a smile; but then she caught the blank look on his face.

“Did you fall for me?” she teased, her lips curving into a playful smirk.

Before he could deny it, she turned away and walked off, leaving him unable to correct the misunderstanding.

‘I don’t know what to think anymore,’ he muttered, shaking his head and hurrying after her.

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Authors Note

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