My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: First Hand Experience
Lucy’s eyes narrowed. Her fingers tightened around the hilt as her blood sword began to form in her hand once again.

“Dr. Nikolai Makarov,” she repeated, her tone laced with disdain. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end this right now.”

The old doctor chuckled lowly, straightening his posture. His dark, sunken eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement, enjoying the tension.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of stopping you,” he said, spreading his arms wide, his lab coat fluttering.

“But if you kill me, you’ll never find what I’ve done to your precious friend.”

Lucy’s fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. “What did you do to him?”

Nikolai raised a finger, wagging it mockingly. “Now, now, Your Majesty, patience,”

Lucy hesitated. She knew Nikolai was mocking her, but the thought of Asher’s well being clouded her judgment.

She’d thought they were only dealing with a gang, but the appearance of Nikolai and these bandaged figures threw her plan into disarray.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be safe as long as you cooperate with us,” the old man chuckled, thinking he had her cornered.

But he made a fatal mistake.

Suddenly, her eyes glowed brighter, her hair lifting and turning white.

A low hum filled the air, and the wind began to rise, causing the water around the pier to crash harder against the pilings.

Nikolai and his men stared in shock. They had called her “Your Majesty” as a joke, never realizing they were standing before a true Royal Blood.

“You dare threaten me?” she spat, her voice rising with the wind.

She had been holding back her power to avoid causing a scene, but they just had to push her buttons.

Lucy raised her sword, and the blood began to glow, turning into a bright, piercing light that looked powerful enough to cut through anything.

“Humans, I’ll show you how insignificant you are!” she hissed.

Just as she was about to end it all, a loud sound echoed from the warehouse, followed by the wall crumbling.

SWOOSH!

A quick whooshing sound sliced through the air as two figures were sent hurtling toward a nearby container.

BOOM!

The impact crushed them instantly, their bodies crumpling like ragdolls before vanishing into the wreckage.

Lucy hesitated, her gaze locking on the figure that slowly walked out from the shattered wall.

‘I—Impossible,’ she stuttered.

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A few minutes earlier, Asher stumbled as two men yanked him forward, dragging him toward the office.

Inside, Kai stood by his desk, his fingers tapping on the wood.

“Make sure he can’t move,” he ordered.

The lackeys shoved Asher onto a metal chair, forcing him down as they wrapped thick chains around his body.

Each link clinked loudly as they tightened it, locking him in place with no room to move.

The metal dug into his skin, but he couldn’t gather enough strength to break free.

Once Asher was securely bound, Kai stood from his seat and picked up his katana.

With a slight smirk, he pointed the blade at Asher’s chin, lifting it upward to make him meet his gaze.

“You’re not Nakata. Where is he?” he demanded.

Asher didn’t respond, not because he was protecting someone, but because he had already lost the ability to speak.

His vision blurred, everything around him fading into hazy shapes. He struggled to keep his head up, and his remaining strength was slipping away fast.

Kai pressed the blade harder, expecting to see blood, but the cut sealed itself instantly.

His narrowed in confusion, curiosity sparking at the sight. He leaned in, studying Asher’s face and the unexplainable way each wound healed on its own.

“What are you?” he demanded, his tone sharper now.

When no response came, Kai clenched his jaw, frustration rising from being ignored.

Without warning, he swing his katana across Asher’s neck.

SLASH!

The blade sliced cleanly through Asher’s neck, stopping just short of full decapitation. But, in seconds, the wound closed up, the skin merging back together as if nothing had happened.

“What…?” Kai murmured, taking a step back.

Then it hit him. He had heard rumors of this strange phenomenon—humans who transcended their biological limits, beings capable of impossible feats, like healing wounds instantly or even defying death itself.

But seeing it firsthand—right before his eyes—was something else entirely.

“Are you a mutant?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Before he could get an answer, a voice echoed from the door. “No, he’s not,”

A figure in a lab coat stepped inside, flanked by four fully bandaged men.

One of the gangsters snapped, pointing his gun at the newcomers. “What are you doing here?”

But before the gangster could pull the trigger, one of the larger figures grabbed him by the head and crushed it completely.

“That’s a mutant,” Dr. Nikolai chuckled, pointing at the large bandaged man.

The remaining gangsters were shocked, their hands instinctively reaching for their guns.

But before anyone could make a move, Kai raised his hand.

“Don’t,” he ordered in a low, steady voice.

The gangsters hesitated, their fingers still twitching near the triggers.

They were used to dealing with all sorts of threats and criminals, but this new group was different.

Kai’s sharp eyes never left Dr. Nikolai as he spoke again, his voice cold with recognition.

“I know who they are,” he explained to his subordinates.

The gangsters slowly lowered their weapons, though tension remained thick in the air.

Most were furious, their faces twisted in anger, still reeling from the brutal death of one of their comrades right before their eyes.

“Smart move,” Dr. Nikolai said, his twisted grin widening as he bathed in the power he had over everyone in the room.

Kai leaned back against his desk, lighting a cigar. The shock of the sudden turn of events was too much, even for him.

“Can you tell me what this thing is?” Kai asked, his eyes shifting to Asher, whose body was completely unresponsive.

Nikolai stepped closer, adjusting his glasses with a calm smile. “That thing is a demon… or, as you might call it in your country, a yokai,”

Kai’s eyes narrowed as he processed the revelations. He had heard of yokai before, but always dismissed them as mere myths, stories told to scare children.

Mutants, on the other hand, were more believable. They were scientific result of humans using drugs to gain unnatural strength.

This was beyond his expertise, but the doctor seemed to know far more about these so-called demons.

“So, what now?” Kai asked calmly.

“Just keep him here for now. “I have to meet someone more dangerous.” Nikolai chuckled before turning away

The four bandaged men followed him, and in their place, two more appeared, identical in height and appearance.

“These two will help, just in case of emergency,” he added before giving a casual wave .

The two figures stood side by side, their eyes fixed on their target. They seemed more machine than human, their eyes showing no emotions.

But Asher remained still, his body limp in the chair. There was no sign of life—no rise and fall of his chest, no twitch of a muscle. He looked dead.

Then, out of nowhere, the sound of a heartbeat shattered the silence.

THUMP!