My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: A Chance
With the meal and conversation behind them, Asher and Lucy decided to stay in their hotel room until nightfall.

hey didn’t feel like going out while the sun was still up.

Inside the room, Lucy didn’t mention their wild experience, and Asher, out of respect for her, stayed quiet too.

He wasn’t the kind of person who would assume just because he got to screw her.

As long as she didn’t confirm their relationship, he would just kept to himself and go with the flow.

The room fell into silence.

Instead of trying to fill it with small talk, Lucy simply lay down on the other side of the bed, her back turned toward him.

Her breathing was steady and calm, and though the room was extravagant, there was a strange sense of peace in the quiet.

The hum of the city outside was faint, almost drowned out by the soft rustling of the sheets as Asher moved to get comfortable too.

Now that he could sleep again, he found it more enjoyable.

He glanced over at Lucy, who had already settled into a deep, relaxed position.

A strange feeling lingered in him—he hadn’t expected her to fall asleep so quickly.

He was used to being alone, especially after everything he had been through. But with her sleeping so close, something about it made him feel calm.

Slowly, his eyelids grew heavier, and the room around him began to fade into darkness until he finally fell asleep.

But then, the quiet shifted. A voice shattered his peace.

“Wake up!”

“Wake up!”

“Wake up!”

The words echoed in his ears, growing louder with each repetition, like the sound of an alarm.

His eyes snapped open, and he felt disoriented as he found himself no longer in the hotel room but in the midst of a chaotic battlefield.

‘Where am I?’ he thought, as he scanned the carnage around him.

His surroundings were dark, heavy smoke filling the air.

The ground was littered with bodies—but they weren’t human.

At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but no, the creatures sprawled across the ground had twisted, unnatural forms.

They were hideous , some with too many limbs, others with scales or horns jutting from their flesh.

He tried to move, but when he looked down, his limbs was no longer flesh.

Instead, it was metallic, like a weapon, sharp and angular—like the legs of some giant insect.

He froze, staring in disbelief at his own hand. His fingers flexed, and the cold metal felt strangely natural, like a new part of himself.

‘I need to calm down,’ he muttered to himself. If there was one thing he was good at, it was his ability to enter a hyper-focused mode.

Looking around, he saw the battlefield stretch out in all directions

The distant sound of fire and explosions echoed in the background, the smoke blotting out the sun and darkening the sky.

Asher was about to move when he suddenly heard something.

“Your majesty! What are you doing? We need to escape!”

The voice came from behind him, and when he turned, he saw a figure approaching through the smoke.

It had a face like a mosquito, but the rest of its body was humanoid—thin, with translucent insect wings fluttering behind it.

The creature landed beside Asher with a sharp buzz and looked at him with its insect eyes, which were large and multi-faceted, like a kaleidoscope of tiny lenses that moved independently.

“Lucifer betrayed us! We need to leave, now!” The creature’s voice trembled with urgency as its wings buzzed even faster.

Asher paused, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

Who was Lucifer?

His head spun with confusion as he tried to piece things together.

But when he tried to speak again, a sharp pain stabbed through his head, accompanied by a screeching sound.

His vision blurred, and before he could make sense of anything, he jolted awake, finding himself back in his bed.

Lucy was still asleep, her breathing steady, completely unaware of his sudden shift from nightmare to reality.

‘Maybe I’m just tired,’ he sighed, his mind struggling to regain focus.

Nightmares weren’t new to him, but this one was so vivid, and strange.

‘I need to wash my face to clear my head.’ He slowly stood up from the bed, careful not to disturb Lucy.

But as soon as he took a few steps, his legs failed him, and he collapsed to the floor.

THUD!

Lucy’s eyes snapped open at the sound. She rushed to his side without a second thought, pulling him back onto the bed.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her face filled with concern.

“I’m okay, I just feel weak,” he responded.

Lucy’s expression was calm, as if she had expected this to happen.

She sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on the bedsheet as she explained.

“The effect of my blood is wearing off. Unlike the pills you took, my blood only gives you a temporary power.”

“I see, ” Asher nodded slowly, accepting her explanation without protest.

There was no surprise, no panic in him—just understanding.

He had faced death and come back from it. Feeling weak was not so bad in comparison.

“So, I need to kill more humans?” he asked.

Lucy sighed softly but nodded. “Yes. Until you’re stronger, you’ll need to feed on humans, or you’ll grow weaker each day.”

“Do you also need to eat human to maintain your power?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, but if I want to grow stronger or replenish my energy faster, I need to feed on blood.”

Hearing her, Asher remembered the pills . Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the red and white ones and handed them to her.

She took the pills from him, swallowing them one by one, except for the white one, since it wasn’t meant for her.

As the last red pill slid down her throat, she leaned back slightly, feeling the effects.

Her exhaustion from both feeding him and fending off the poison was catching up with her, so the timing of these pills was perfect.

When she was done, she felt like she had regained about 30% of her energy. It was still far from what she had lost, but it was a start.

She glanced toward the window, where the last bits of sunlight were disappearing behind the curtains. Night had arrived.

Asher, watching her from the corner of his eye, felt a strange mix of guilt and gratitude. She had already given him so much. But he knew he couldn’t keep asking her for blood.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, breaking the silence. “If I’m going to keep killing humans, I’d prefer it to be criminals.”

“Just criminals, huh?” She paused. “But be careful. In this world, those lines get blurred. Sometimes, you won’t get to pick your target.”

“I’ll handle it when it comes,” he responded.

“Good answer.” Lucy smiled faintly and stood up. She bit her lip, allowing a small trickle of blood to escape, then leaned in to kiss him.

Their lips met, and the blood she shared gave him just enough energy to get through the next mission.

Lucy felt his soft lips against hers. She didn’t really need to kiss him to transfer the blood, but she couldn’t pass up the chance.