My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Beneath the Surface
Once Asher and Lucy left the place, the room turned into a total nightmare.

Thick, dark blood trickled down the walls in steady streams, leaving dark stains on the surface.

The tattered couch, once just worn out, was now infested with mold and maggots, relentlessly devouring its rotting cushions.

Disgusting, foul stench filled the air, making the whole room feel suffocating and unbearable.

Shadows twisted across the floor, shifting as if they had minds of their own and were alive.

In the bathroom, shards of the broken mirror littered the floor, scattered haphazardly, reflecting distorted images of people crying and being tortured.

These figures were the former tenants who used to live here.

They had been cursed, and when they died, Yuki absorbed their souls and trapped them in this place to maintain her power.

The water in the sink had turned pitch black, bubbling ominously.

Out of nowhere, a man’s head shot up from the depths, his expression twisted in terror as he struggled to break free.

But before he could find his way out, dozens of cold, decaying hands emerged from the murky water, dragging him down with a brutal grip, pulling him underwater again.

Yuki stood at the center of it all, no longer concealing her true form.

Now that she was alone, her restraint crumbled, and she no longer had to hide her pent-up frustration.

Her long hair spread out, alive and writhing, each strand snaking across the room, curling around the walls, piercing the floor, and filling the space with her intense anger.

As the room continued to distort around her, her crazed voice rang out with a chilling resonance.

“How could they just leave me here!” she screeched.

“That bitch thinks she can just take him away from me? It’s not fair! It’s absolutely not fair!”

Jealousy and anger completely consumed her, twisting her already warped personality into something even darker.

Every bitter thought amplified her rage, reshaping her into a vengeful force.

“He is mine! No one can take him from me!”

She continued to mumble, her voice growing frantic as if repeating the words would somehow secure her place in his heart.

Out of nowhere, her anger turned into sorrow, her voice trembling as red tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

“I knew him first… he was my first friend…” Her defiance faded, replaced by a heartbreaking sorrow.

“I just wanted him to be happy. I only want to take care of him forever,” she whispered, her voice trembling under the weight of her loneliness.

As she thought about her pathetic situation, Yuki looked around, feeling trapped in this dark place.

These prison-like surroundings had never bothered her before, but now all she craved was to escape and be with him.

She realized that if she didn’t change, she would lose him to Lucy, who seemed to have it all—beauty, intelligence, freedom, and a captivating personality.

Each of Lucy’s qualities fueled Yuki’s desire to tear the demon apart, to inflict pain and make her regret ever crossing paths with her.

“I can’t stay like this,” she declared, her resolve growing stronger with each word. “I’ll find a way. I need to show him that I’m better than that bitch!”

Then it hit her.

“Better?”

That word stirred something deep within her.

“His attention belongs to me alone, not to her! Not to anyone else!”

Emotions swelled within her, pushing against the doubts that made her unstable.

She closed her eyes, and the entire room froze, as if time itself had come to a stop, suspending reality for just a moment.

But the silence didn’t last long. She began to tremble uncontrollably, her body distorting as if it were shapeshifting into different forms.

Slowly, her hair, once wild and tangled, began to settle gently around her shoulders, flowing smoothly in straight strands. They looked glossy, glinting with even the faintest hint of light.

Next, her pale, lifeless skin began to regain color, a vibrant hue that stood out against the surrounding darkness.

The dullness and death that had surrounded her faded away, replaced by a warm, radiant glow that pulsed with life.

Even her clothing began to change.

The simple, plain white nightgown transformed, morphing into a more modern, breezy sundress with intricate eyelet patterns that danced over the fabric.

It continued to shift, shrinking upward until it stopped at mid-thigh, just brushing the tops of her legs. The hemline was flirtatious, delicate lace edging hinting at the possibility of something more beneath.

It was seductively short, so much so that if she leaned over to pick something up, any onlookers would be greeted by a glimpse of her almost see-through white panties.

When she finally opened her eyes, they sparkled with a tempting, captivating appeal, drawing in anyone who laid eyes on her.

This was the face she had when she was still alive, a beauty that had been forgotten by her death.

Now, she had embraced and perfected this form, reaching a point where she was no longer inferior to Lucy in appearance.

In fact, anyone who favored traditional beauty would likely choose her.

With her doll-like features and captivating charm, she radiated an innocent air that was both enchanting and inviting.

In addition, the contrast of her daring clothing only added to her charisma, making her all the more pleasing to the eye—a temptation that few could resist, as if tempting them to messed her up .

She slowly reached up to touch her beautiful cheeks, a smile forming on her lips—not from satisfaction with her new appearance, but from the thrill of finally having a real chance to win Asher for herself.

But beneath that smile lay something darker, a negativity born not just out of jealousy, but out of pure wickedness.

‘Once he gets his life back, we won’t need that bitch anymore,’ she trembled, the thought of killing Lucy with her own two hands filling her with joy.

“That’s right, it’s all her fault for coming between us,” she hissed, her voice dangerously low.

“She can only blame herself for being a nosy little pest.”

A twisted smile stretched across her face as she began to trace her fingers along her body—first gliding over her neck, then across her ample chest, and finally down her soft belly—imagining that she was being touched by Asher.

She bit her lip, drawing blood, savoring the sharpness of the pain like a sweet treat.

Clenching her left arm tightly, she dug her nails into her skin, relishing the red droplets that pooled as her smile grew wider.

“I miss you already… I want to see you,”

She might have become prettier, but that beauty came at a steep price.

With each change, she turned into something darker and more twisted.

If Lucy were here right now, she would likely have second thoughts about pushing Yuki this far.

She had assumed that Yuki hadn’t taken any action to increase her power. But if she could see the countless tormented souls now wandering aimlessly around the apartment, her perspective would change.

Weak? Yuki was anything but that.

“Speaking of others… that woman is still alive. I should have killed her when I had the chance.”