My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Desperate Time?
“Get up, what?” he asked.

Lucy was acting completely out of character. She had always carried herself like the world revolved around her—confident, untouchable, and completely in control.

‘She wouldn’t do this without a reason.’ he muttered to himself.

“Is something wrong?” he pressed.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, her lips tight with hesitation, before letting out a heavy sigh.

Slowly, she removed her top, revealing her bare skin and delicate chest.

But instead of feeling aroused, Asher froze, stunned by the sight of dark veins creeping across half of her body.

She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with shame. She had never been this exposed before—not physically or emotionally.

“Do I look ugly?” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper, desperate to know if her appearance was too much for him.

He saw her discomfort, and he couldn’t turn away from the person who had given him a second chance at life. She didn’t have to revive him, but she had—and had helped him in countless ways since.

“You’re still beautiful,” His words weren’t lies—he meant them.

Her blush deepened as she quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his face.

“What are—”

“Give me a moment…” she interrupted, her voice a little shaky. “I don’t want you to see my face right now.”

If he could see her, he’d find her face impossible to resist.

Even someone as nonchalant as him wouldn’t be able to ignore the stark contrast between her usual self-centered attitude and how she looked in this moment.

Meanwhile, Lucy’s heart raced. She’d expected this to be easy, but now that she was in it, everything felt far too intimate.

When she finally calmed down enough, she slowly lowered the pillow, though her face remained flushed a deep shade of red.

He shifted beneath her, and gently adjusted his position so he could see her better, “Tell me, first, what’s wrong? Why are you doing this?”

Lucy hesitated, her hands clenching and unclenching around the pillow in her lap. Her lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come.

After a few seconds, she forced herself to speak. “I got poisoned.”

Asher’s brow furrowed in concern. “Poisoned? By who? How?”

“It was… someone close to me. ”

His eyes softened with sympathy, but there was a hint of annoyance behind them. The time with her might be short, but all her antics , and support to him did not go unnoticed.

No matter how numb and cool headed he was, it was only a matter of time before he started to feel something for her.

It wasn’t love, not exactly, but more like admiration—and at the same time, debt of gratitude for giving him a second chance in life.

“Do you have a way to cure yourself?”

“I do,” she said, staring into his eyes. “The demon who did this to me is a succubus, and the only way I can cure myself is to…”

She hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of the bed.

“Sleep with someone,” she admitted, her face burning hot.

Asher blinked, caught off guard by her revelation. His eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

This was no time to think about weird stuff, as it was a matter of life and death.

“Believe me,” she murmured, her voice trembling as she looked down, fingers nervously twisting the tip of his shirt. “I’m only acting this way because I really don’t have a choice.”

“I know,” he reassured her, his voice soft. “But are you sure you want to do this with me? You don’t even have feelings for me…”

Before he could finish, she leaned in for a kiss, her lips pressing against his .

They were hesitant at first, both of them unsure, as if they were testing the waters.

Asher didn’t know how to respond, hesitant whether to kiss her back or let her take the lead.

‘Maybe she is getting desperate?’ he thought to himself.

She was the first to pull back, her face still flushed. She tried to meet his gaze but couldn’t hide how self conscious she was.

Lucy might act in control all the time, but in moments like this, her inexperience showed.

“I do have feelings for you,” she confessed, her voice soft and low.

Asher blinked, her words hitting him harder than he’d expected.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. For a moment, he just stared at her, completely thrown off.

He didn’t even understand how she had fall in love. To him, it all was too fast.

“How is that even possible?” he asked .

She let out a breath, noticing the doubt still lingering in his eyes.

“At first, it was just the smell of your blood,” she began, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

“I was really drawn to it. Then, after you died, I had to extract all of it… and…” She hesitated, glancing away, her cheeks reddening. “And I ate it.”

“After that…I started seeing you differently. At first, I thought maybe it was just a side effect, since you’re my first servant. But then… I also started to feel myself changing, little by little.”

Her confession had left her more exposed than ever, and she felt both relieved and terrified. She didn’t know that confessing her feelings would be this nerve-wracking.

‘So, does that mean she doesn’t actually like me? It’s just that my blood affected her,’ he pondered, feeling a bit puzzled as her explanation sank in.

‘There was also a chance that the succubus poison is making her too emotional,’ Asher might not be an expert in demons, but he knew that succubi were famous for stimulating lust.

A frustrated sigh escaped as his mind cleared. ‘Focus. The reason doesn’t matter. Just help her.’

“I’ll help you, but there’s just one small problem…” he muttered, scratching his head and glancing down at his lap.

She followed his gaze and was momentarily stunned as she saw their position.

She had been on top of him for a while now, close enough to feel if there had been any reaction.

But there was nothing. No movement, no hint of desire

It threw her off—especially since she’d seen him before and knew he had… more than enough to show for himself.

“A—Are you not attracted to me?” she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly

Lucy had been so sure of her own beauty and her feelings for him that she hadn’t stopped to confirm if he felt the same. She realized, perhaps for the first time, that her emotions might not be reciprocated in the way she had imagined.

“No, it’s just numb,” he shook his head.

Lucy stared at him, her eyes wide for a moment, before a soft laugh slipped out.

She bit her lower lip, a delicate trickle of blood staining her mouth, making it even more enticing.

“Just for this moment,” she murmured, leaning closer with a tender look in her eyes. “I’ll make you feel more alive.”

She kissed him, slow and sweet, and as she did, her blood entered his body.

Almost immediately, he felt warmth spreading through his chest.

Her blood, rich with power, filled him, far stronger than he’d anticipated. His senses sharpened, and he felt… more, in ways he couldn’t explain.