My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Something Special
Both Nakata and Lucy stood on an isolated training platform, a few feet apart, allowing enough space for their upcoming spar.

A transparent reinforced glass wall separated them from Asher and Takai, who sat in comfortable chairs.

Takai glanced over at Asher, who sat quietly in his chair.

“What do you think of their spar?” he asked, attempting to lighten the mood. He had always been the type of person who could not endure silence.

Asher remained silent, leaning forward with his eyes fixed on the match. He wanted to see how much humans could achieve with their bodies alone and how powerful Lucy really was.

‘What a stuck up guy,’  Takai sighed.

Their personalities just didn’t mix. He thrived on conversation and connection, while Asher preferred to keep to himself.

‘I wonder what Sister Lucy sees in him? If you ask me, Nakata has more of a main character vibe, while this guy seems like one of those snobbish side characters who starts out cooler than the protagonist but gets overshadowed later.’

Asher noticed the scrutiny but chose to ignore it. He couldn’t be bothered with what others thought.

On the other side of the glass wall, Nakata now wore a sleek, black latex outfit designed for flexibility and protection against stabs—a necessary feature when facing someone like Lucy

He picked up two weapons: a silver gun larger than a standard pistol and a short black blade that hummed whenever he moved it.

As he adjusted the weapons, confidence surged within him.

In comparison, Lucy stood casually, unfazed by his aggressive stance.

She hadn’t brought any weapons, treating this fight more like an exercise than a serious confrontation. Her relaxed posture and slight smile only made Nakata more uneasy.

“Ready when you are,” he called out, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

He felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing this fight was more than just sparring—it was a chance to prove himself.

SWOOOSH!

Before he could react, Lucy appeared in front of him in a blur. He swung his blade, but it was too late.

A gust of wind erupted from her punch, sending his hair tie flying and his hair scattering in all directions.

But Nakata didn’t give up. He pointed the pistol at her jaw.

BANG!

The loud shot echoed, but she quickly jumped backward, evading the bullet and returning to her original position.

Seeing his chance, he began shooting at her. Aware he was at a disadvantage in close quarters, he aimed quickly, hoping to land a hit.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each shot cracked loudly, indicating he was using higher-caliber rounds

Lucy dodged them with ease—not by reacting to the bullets, but by anticipating his moves before he pulled the trigger.

She didn’t need to demonstrate such skill, but she wanted Asher to understand: dodging bullets was more about predicting an opponent’s actions than mere reaction time.

‘Are you watching? Are you learning?’ Her gaze landed on Asher, and a smile crossed her face, showing just how effortless this fight was for her.

Nakata noticed her glance and grew more annoyed.

He hadn’t asked her about Asher before, thinking it best not to let distractions interfere with his concentration.

But now, seeing her behavior, he’d be a complete idiot not to start putting the pieces together.

“Why? Why?” he gritted his teeth in desperation. He had done everything to earn her attention, and she had never looked at him that way.

“Nakata, you’re getting flustered again,” Lucy said, closing the distance between them.

He aimed his gun at her, but she swatted it aside and delivered a kick to his stomach, sending him stumbling backward.

Nakata quickly regained his footing and swung his blade at her, but she dodged with minimal effort, shifting left and right before leaping back to give him a moment to breathe.

“Is this really what you’ve been doing all these years?” she sighed. “I’m beyond disappointed.”

His face soured as her words struck deep.

“I will train more—” he retorted.

“It’s not just your skills. You’ve already hit your limit, Nakata. From here on, you’ll only grow weaker if you don’t change your mindset,” she said bluntly.

“I…” He gritted his teeth.

“No, no matter how much you train, you won’t improve much. You’re getting older too. I don’t want to be rude, but the truth is, you’ll die without ever proving anything to me,” she added.

His anger finally burst. “Then turn me into your servant! Make me a demon too!” he exclaimed.

This had been his request a decade ago, but she had refused, saying he wasn’t talented enough for the transformation.

“I refuse to believe I’m not strong enough. I’ve fought a lot of people, and only a few were better than me!” he protested.

Lucy studied him for a moment. “Do you really want to know why I haven’t turned you into my servant?”

“Why?”

Lucy glanced at the glass wall first. She didn’t want Asher to hear what she was about to say.

“Takai,” she said, her tone firm but low. “Make sure no sound escapes this platform.”

Takai nodded, quickly adjusting the settings on a nearby control panel to turn off the speakers.

Once she was sure it was safe, she turned her attention back to Nakata, who had lost all will to fight.

Their exchange made it clear: he was already defeated, both physically and emotionally.

“Tell me, what’s your reason for wanting to grow stronger?” she asked.

He hesitated, unsure if it was right to reveal his true feelings. But if he didn’t say it now, he would be haunted by them forever.

“You spared my life, and after that, I fell for you. That’s why I want you to notice me,” he admitted.

“Notice you? What a boring reason,” Lucy shook her head. “Listen, that will never happen.”

It was a direct rejection, one he had anticipated and could have accepted before. He could pretend to be an idiot and convince himself that she would never love a human.

But what about Asher?

The way she looked at him suggested something special.

“Tell me, what does he have that I don’t? Is he more powerful ? better? ”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Powerful? If you fought him a hundred times, you’d win every single match.”

“Then why?” he blurted out. This made no sense. She claimed to want a talented servant, which meant he should be more qualified, right?

She sighed heavily. “I lied to you before, hoping you’d focus on honing your skills instead of chasing after me. That was a mistake on my part.”

“Wait… so all the effort I put in was for nothing?” His voice trembled with disbelief “Everything I sacrificed didn’t mean a thing?”

“Well, you just assumed that I would fall for you if you got stronger, so this is mostly on you.”

“But you said you would only turn me into a servant if I—”

“Listen,” Lucy interrupted. “No matter how strong you become, you’ll never be my servant.”

She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing.

“I need to feel some attraction toward you for that to happen. And frankly, despite all your efforts, I’ve never found you appealing. You should just accept that and move on.”