My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Another Lesson
“Wait, man, we didn’t mean it!” the big-looking delinquent pleaded, raising his trembling hands.

“Yeah, we were just joking around!” another chimed in, glancing around nervously.

“One,” Asher started counting.

“Sorry! We’re leaving!” they shouted as they rushed outside.

Once they were gone, the silence in the store returned, interrupted only by the soft hum of the commercial refrigerators.

Asher took a moment to collect himself, reflecting on how effective the gun had been in that situation.

If he had attempted to talk his way out of the situation, the delinquents might not have taken him seriously, which could have made the situation worse.

Meanwhile, the cashier, who had been peeking through her arms, finally straightened up.

As the last of the delinquents dashed out the door, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

She had been awake the whole time and had watched everything unfold

Seeing that the area was clear, she stood up. She was surprisingly tall, just a few inches shorter than him. If she wore heels, she would match his height easily.

Asher ignored her and walked over to the refrigerators, where he grabbed some drinks and a bag of chips. He wanted to see if his sense of taste for regular food had improved.

But just as he was minding his own business, the girl approached him with a bright smile.

“Thank you for saving me,”

Asher just nodded. His gaze lingered on her face, not because he was attracted to her—but because of her unique appearance.

Her hairstyle was eye-catching—a bold mix of black and purple that would definitely make others do a double take out of curiosity.

She wore edgy accessories that seemed to clash at first glance but, somehow, worked together to enhance her look.

Looking closer, he noticed that she also appeared pale, though not in a natural way. Her lips were painted in a deep purple shade, enhancing the gothic aesthetic she embodied.

Long eyelashes framed her eyes, which were accentuated by dark eyeliner that traced the contours of her lids, giving her this crazy chic vibes.

As for her body, she was perfectly thicc and yummy looking —not chubby, but curvy in all the right places.

The proportions of her chest and hips made the otherwise boring convenience store uniform look like something straight out of a sexy calendar.

Not the typical ones, but those with exaggerated bra size that made consumers question whether the photos had been edited.

If he weren’t so accustomed to the beauty of Lucy and Yuki, he might have thought this girl was one of the prettiest he had ever seen, especially because of how hot her body was.

“No problem” he responded.

Just as he was about to turn away, she grabbed his arm “You’re a gothic fan too?”

She assumed that he shared her passion because of his pale skin and the dark lines around his eyes.

Asher hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

He couldn’t just say that this style came naturally as one of the perks of being undead. He was pretty sure that if he revealed that, the girl would be even more excited, considering the way she was looking at him.

“Uh, not exactly,” he said, trying to keep his tone casual, but he couldn’t hide his discomfort.

She was leaning in a little too much, and the bulge of her chest was too distracting.

It wasn’t that he had suddenly become a pervert; it was just that such proportions were rare to see in everyday life.

Like any human male, his instincts kicked in, and he couldn’t help but wonder how such features could even be possible.

“Oh, where are my manners? My name’s Hailey!” she said, raising her hands for a handshake.

Asher didn’t see any reason to reject her gratitude, so he shook her hand.

Her eyes widened in surprise at how cold his grip was, but instead of letting go, she wrapped both of her hands around his, shaking enthusiastically.

The movement brought their hands close enough that it brushed against her chest, making the moment even more awkward.

“I’m sorry if I weirded you out, and thanks again for saving me.” She flashed a bright smile, trying to salvage the situation.

“It’s okay,” Asher nodded and walked away after paying.

He had come in with the intention of speaking to his boss to formally resign, but it seemed he wasn’t around.

As he walked away, Hailey pressed her palm against the glass, smiling as her eyes followed him until he vanished from view.

‘Is this love at first sight?’ she whispered to herself, the thought making her cheeks flush and her heart race.

She had been looking for a guy like Asher her whole life—handsome, cool, laid-back, and mysterious. It was a bonus that he wasn’t flustered by her attempts to flirt, proving his character.

‘He was exactly what I pictured while reading those novels about badass vampire boyfriends. Mysterious, cool, and totally composed, he had that aura that made my heart race.’ Hailey squirmed in her spot, trying to control her excitement.

Just imagining him sweeping her off her feet sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. It felt like she had stumbled into a story she had only dreamed about.

Would he think she was interesting? Did he feel the same spark?

The thought made her blush as she replayed their brief encounter in her mind, hoping this was just the beginning.

“Oh… wait, he looks familiar!” she exclaimed, quickly running toward the office room at the back.

There, she spotted a wall with pictures of previous employees, and to her surprise, his dream guy’s face was among them.

He looked more alive in the photo, but his features matched perfectly.

“My God, this must be fate! I need to ask the manager where he lives!” She giggled, already imagining her next steps, but then she paused.

“Oh, wait, I can just ask him now.” She looked towards a desk, only to find a decaying corpse sitting there.

“Manager, can you tell me where that cool guy lives?” she asked, leaning closer, completely unfazed by the rotting smell that filled the air or the fact that she was talking to a dead man.

“Oh, you don’t want to tell me? Why? Is it because you’re jealous?”

She tilted her head, and smile playfully, completely ignoring the fact that the corpse could never reply to her.

“That’s not good at all, Manager. I’m just your employee; you can’t have special feelings for me!” she scolded him.

“Besides…I already forgave you for trying to violate me, but come on! Not telling me is crossing the line!” She laughed lightly.

As expected, there was no response. Hailey pouted for a moment, then shrugged, as if it didn’t bother her at all.

“Guess you really don’t care, huh?”

She looked around and spotted a knife lying on the surface of the desk. It was clear that it had been the murder weapon.

Hailey picked it up, feeling the weight of it in her hands, and grinned as a twisted thought crossed her mind.

“Looks like I need to teach you a lesson again.”