My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Confusing Twist 5
A few minutes later.

He sat at a wooden desk in the middle of a bright, furnished classroom.

The walls were painted a clean, light blue, with neatly arranged shelves lining one side, holding fresh textbooks and neatly stacked supplies.

Large windows on the far wall let in a flood of natural light, giving the room a warm, welcoming atmosphere, though it felt strangely empty without the usual buzz of students.

Five teachers stood around him, positioned at various points around the room. Their stares were intense and unsettling, they were scrutinizing every move he made.

One of them, Mr. Harris, gripped a broom tightly, as though it could protect them.

Asher ignored the unnecessary antics and leaned back in his chair, unbothered by their overreaction.

He could easily escape if he wanted to, but that would only make things more complicated—especially now that he was testing whether the police would actually show up.

Not dwelling on it, his attention shifted back to the window and then to the gate. He half-expected someone to leave the school grounds after everything that had happened, but no one moved.

Even the usual troublemakers—those who typically skipped school at this time—remained where they were, standing.

It was like they’d forgotten they could leave, or maybe they were too scared to try.

“Asher, tell me what happened.” Lyka’s voice broke the silence as she stepped into the room. Her tone wasn’t harsh or accusatory—it carried a note of concern instead.

The teachers exchanged uneasy glances.

Mr. Harris, still gripping the broom, stepped forward. “Lyka, you shouldn’t get close to him. Let the authorities handle this.”

She didn’t even glance at him.

“He’s not some rabid animal,” she said flatly, dragging a chair and sitting across from him. Her eyes stayed locked on him, determined to get answers.

“Asher, feel free to talk to me. I’m always on your side,” she added.

“I don’t know. The guy just exploded,” he said plainly. His tone wasn’t defensive—just blunt.

“You expect us to believe that?” one of them spat out.

Asher sighed, tired of explaining himself ignored them.

The murmurs of the teachers and the occasional questions from Lyka barely registered anymore.

Explaining himself felt pointless. No matter what he said, it wouldn’t change anything.

They wouldn’t understand, and frankly, neither did he. Everything about this situation was a mess, and completely outside his grasp.

It’s not like he could magically become a genius and solve everything. This was real life, and in reality, without enough knowledge, most people—if not all—would be as lost.

The clock on the wall ticked on. The teachers tried to keep themselves occupied, though their unease was very obvious.

Ms. Greene, the young teacher who always seemed nervous, paced near the window, looking outside every few minutes.

“Still nothing?” she asked.

Mr. Ryan shook his head. “They said someone’s coming. That was half an hour ago.”

“Call again,” she suggested.

He dialed the number.

“Hello? Yes, we’re still waiting. You said you’d send officers right away.” His voice cracked with frustration, but after a pause, he added, “Yes, I understand. We will wait here.”

They exchanged confused looks, all of them thinking the same thing. This was a big incident, and the police station wasn’t that far. It shouldn’t be taking them this long to show up. Something didn’t add up.

“My husband works nearby.” Ms. Greene volunteered. After a brief conversation, she hung up. “He’ll be here soon.”

This sparked some hope.

But Asher had already noticed the pattern. Instead of waiting for someone to come, their first instinct should have been to leave the school and get help themselves. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out.

So, it either meant the overall IQ of everyone in this school was around 50, or he was still stuck in this godforsaken limbo.

The minutes dragged on, but her husband still hadn’t shown. She redialed his contact number, but this time, there was no answer. The line was busy.

Meanwhile, Asher drummed his fingers on the desk, his gaze drifting to the window. As expected, the gate remained untouched. No one had passed through it.

One by one, the teachers tried calling their acquaintances. Some phoned family, others their friends. Each time, they got a response, but it always ended the same way.

“They’re lying,” Mr. Ryan grumbled, tossing his phone onto a desk.

“No, they’re not,” Mr. Harris interjected, “Something is wrong.”

As the tension in the room thickened, Asher finally spoke up. “Took you long enough.”

The second the words left his mouth, every eye turned to him. “Do you know what’s happening here?”

Asher took a moment, letting the silence hang for a few seconds. He contemplated carefully, sorting through his thoughts before speaking. Too much information would only lead to more unnecessary questions—and he wasn’t in the mood for that.

“I think we’re trapped,”

Everyone was stunned. They had expected something profound after waiting that long.

“You spent ten seconds just to say that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

That was honestly the only thing he could think of that made any sense. He wasn’t great with words to begin with.

Before anyone could scold him, the door swung open.

“I can explain,” Elaine walked in. “Don’t expect too much from him. He’s not the talkative type,”

The teachers exchanged glances, surprised by her understatement. ‘Not the talkative type’ was a too much of downplay.

Still, they give her a chance. Their eyes were on her, as if hoping she had the answers they were all desperate for.

She took a deep breath before speaking. “He’s telling the truth,”

“You know that famous movie from the East, the one where a small red monster makes students’ heads explode? It’s the same concept here, but this time, if anyone leaves the school grounds, their entire body will explode into pieces.”

She explained, using a well-known movie to help make her point clearer.

The teachers all nodded, having already seen it, so they understood the reference. However, the idea was so far-fetched that they couldn’t bring themselves to believe her.

“What do you mean we can’t leave? You can’t just make up outrageous stories like that. This isn’t a movie.”

Elaine wanted to explain further, but Lyka cut her off.

“I’ll check it out,” she said, standing up and preparing to leave the room.

“No, you’ll die if you do that,” Elaine said, raising her arms to stop her.

But she ignored the warning and walked past everyone. Just as she reached the door, flames suddenly appeared, shooting straight at her face.

Everybody was shocked, expecting her to be burned, but the fire hit an invisible barrier and vanished completely.

Asher stood up, his cold voice cutting through the tension. “So you’re the one responsible for all of this.”

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for all your support. Just a heads-up, I will be changing the title of this novel from My Girlfriends are Hardcore Yanderes to My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoil Me Rotten.

Don’t worry, it’ll still focus on crazy yanderes.

I’m letting you know in advance, just in case you wonder why you can’t find my book in your library once the change is approved. Worry not, it’s not gone—I’ve just updated the title and cover. XD