I have to be very honest here: this was, again, a pretty daring and bold task—borderline suicide, no matter how you looked at it, from any angle or reason.
To make a yandere fall in love with me was not something many men would ever dare to do… unless, of course, the man in question was a pathetic weakling of a fan, the kind who clung to yandere fantasies as a coping mechanism for their insecurities about ever getting a "good" woman.
Though this was beside the point… I really have a bad habit of drifting off-topic and saying unnecessary things here and there. Anyways, coming back to my current situation, I'll admit—it was going to be much more difficult this time. Definitely not easy like it had been with Rin.
While I did say I wanted the old woman to fall in love with me for my own benefit and advantage, I had no real idea how to actually do it. With Rin, the environment had been perfect—rain, lightning, all that dramatic flair. It was as if the world itself had conspired to make my moves easier.
All I had to do then was nudge the moment here and there—not even real manipulation, more like me bullshitting my way through. And ironically, it worked; the situation bent itself into my favor.
Unfortunately, I didn't think I'd have that kind of luck here. I was on my own, forced to rely on my own skills—which weren't great, as I'd already realized from my interactions with Rin. Anime and manga hadn't helped much either, and even though this was going to be my first time actually interacting with a "real" yandere, I already knew—deep down—that it was going to be far messier than anything fiction could have ever prepared me for.
I mean… I'd seen and heard how creepy and messed up those yandere mommy ASMRs were, for example.
Though, on the bright side, at least none of the yandere here were lolis. Most of them were teenagers or adults.
So… that's a plus point, right?
…Right, guys?
Who am I even asking? It's not like any of you can answer me.
"Young master, you okay? You seemed to zone out all of a sudden…" the driver asked, looking at me with what I guessed was a mix of concern and curiosity—I forgot the exact word for it.
"I was just admiring the interior, that's all," I said, brushing it off as we walked toward an available section and took our seats.
"Let's see what's on the menu," I said as both the driver and I picked up the menu cards on the table and began checking the item list one by one. Unfortunately, none of them seemed to catch my interest. I quickly put the menu down after glancing through it just as fast as I had picked it up, and yawned.
"You decided what you're going to have, young master?" the driver asked in a curious tone as he noticed me putting the menu back down on the table.
"Nah, I'll just order the three most expensive non-meat items. Not in the mood for meat and flesh right now…" I said.
I needed vegetables to keep the wheels of my brain running. Eating meat only rusted them down—not that they weren't already rusting as it was.
The driver nodded.
Soon, the waitress came over, placing two glasses of water on the table. Pulling out a small notebook and a black pen, she said, "So, what are your orders?"
"For me, just bring whatever the most expensive items on the menu are—so long as they're neither fish nor meat," I said, looking at her.
The waitress glanced at me with troubled eyes and replied in a rather apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, sir, but all of our most expensive items happen to be meat or fish dishes…"
I had been expecting such an answer.
"I see…" I said, letting a sad tone slip into my voice as I put on a disappointed face.
"We do have other dishes you might find to your taste…" the waitress offered gently.
"Nah, it's fine. I'll just go somewhere else," I replied.
The waitress gave me a small, sympathetic nod before turning to my driver. She asked for his order, and of course, he didn't hold back—pointing at the menu as he ordered six or seven dishes, plus extra portions of the same to be packed.
Watching him, I could only think, Eat as much as you want today, pig. It's not like you'll be eating anything after this anyway.
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"You okay, Rin?" Tsuna asked as she noticed her sister staring silently at the spoonful of boiling vegetable soup in her hand, steam still rising from its surface.
"Nothing…" Rin answered with a visible sigh. She blew gently on the soup to cool it before slipping the spoon into her mouth.
"No, you're hiding something…" Tsuna said softly. She always knew when her sister was keeping something from her. "You're not good at that."
"I was wondering for how long we have to liv—" Rin's words broke off midway as Tsuna suddenly erupted into a violent cough. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, each inhale ragged, as though the air itself was slipping away from her.
Rin hurried to her sister's side and snatched up the nearby glass of water, holding it to Tsuna's lips and helping her drink.
The water eased her violent coughing, though her face remained flushed red from the sudden lack of air, her eyes watery from the strain. She sat there gasping in short, ragged breaths while Rin gently patted her back, trying to calm her and make her feel better.
"You… can…" Tsuna said between ragged breaths, her chest rising and falling, "stop… I'm fine now…"
"No, you are not!" Rin snapped, her voice sharp with anger—not at her sister, but at herself and the cruel fate that had cursed them. Tears welled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. Her fists clenched tightly, trembling. "I'm sorry… for raising my voice…"
"It's okay…" Tsuna whispered weakly.
"Why… why is God so cruel to us?" Rin choked out, her voice trembling. "We pray to Him every single day… so why does He put us through such misery? Why do we have to suffer? Why, why, why does He not help us? Does He not care for us? Are we not His beloved children…?"
Tsuna fell silent. She had no answer. Deep inside, she too had begun to feel the same gnawing doubt. She didn't want such blasphemous thoughts in her mind, yet they had already crept in—
the thought that perhaps… God does not exist.
"I don't know, Rin," Tsuna finally whispered. "God is not something we humans can truly understand. He must have… some plan for us." She forced her words out, not because she believed them fully, but because she could not bear to see her sister abandon her faith. Their belief in God was the one fragile thread that gave them strength—the only thing that kept them pushing forward in such cruel and impossible times.
"Nevertheless, don't dwell on such thoughts. I'm going to take some rest—you should too… sleep, you have school tomorrow," Tsuna said softly, slowly rising to her feet.
"I'll try to see if I can take on some extra jobs, or maybe overtime at my current one, just to earn enough for your medicine…" Rin replied.
"No need to… you've already done enough for me, Rin. Please, don't burden yourself any further—it pains me…" Tsuna said before retreating to her room. She wanted to say much more, but her body simply wasn't strong enough.
If only I had a rich boyfriend…
The thought crossed Rin's mind bitterly. If she had one, she would have the money not only to buy medicine, but to change her life—and her sister's as well.
But the truth was harsh. She wasn't beautiful enough, nor did she know how to catfish a rich boy. And even if she did, her sister would never accept such money, nor such shame.
That left only one thing—their fate lay in God's hands. Only He knew what was to come.
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Cling!
The sound of the bank card sliding through the swipe machine—whatever it was called. I knew the name, but my memory was a little hazy, slipping away at the moment, for I was you perfect making my ready to for my game so its not that good with what word was for what.
"I hope the food was enjoyable for you two," said the old woman—no, Enma Himetsu. I'd rather call her by her real name; if I kept saying old woman, it would only get confusing. Better for my own convenience this way.
Enma then glanced at me. "Well, one of you anyway. You didn't eat anything… It's the first time someone has done that here in thirty years of this restaurant's establishment." Her little wrinkled face held an expression of thought, though whatever she was thinking wasn't something I could guess—or would want to tell.
"I would have, but as you know… there wasn't what I wanted on the menu—the most expensive dish," I said, shrugging it off. "I really was interested in testing the food of this place, especially after seeing all the positive reviews online."
"Well, you can come back at a later date. I think me and my staff can come up with something," Enma said.
"I see. Then let me give you my number… Call me when you make it," I replied.
"I will..." Enma said.
And that was the first step complete—making someone fall in love with me. I needed to start with small steps like this…
Still, I couldn't help but wish I had my original thirty-year-old body instead of this fifteen or sixteen-year-old one. A woman in her sixties—or maybe older—would find it hard to fall for me like this. My plan might fail. But thankfully, I knew another way: I just had to fill the void in her heart, remind her of me as if I were the echo of her lost love.
"Let's go, driver…" I said. We exited the café and slipped into the car. I instructed him to head toward the Sumida River. I claimed it was for business planning, that I needed to look at the abandoned warehouses and old factories there.
But the truth was, I wasn't going there for business. It was just an excuse.
At first, he questioned me—suggesting I wait until morning, or choose another day. Said it wasn't safe to visit at such an hour. But I hushed him down.
And so he started the engine, and the car carried us into the night, toward the place I had in mind.
...
The car rolled to a halt as we arrived at my desired destination.
The headlights dimmed, their glow fading into the darkness.
"Thank you, Matsuda…" I said softly to my driver.
"Why 'thank you,' young master?" Matsuda asked, a hint of confusion flickering across his face.
"For this…" I replied.
Before he could react, I suddenly lunged forward, jabbing my finger straight into his forehead—piercing through it. I moved so quickly, so decisively, that he barely had time to register what had happened.
His face only showed a shocked reaction as blood dripped down, and his body began to shrink—not shrinking exactly, more like a balloon slowly deflating.
I was draining him completely of his bodily fluids and biochemical energy, digesting his matter.
This worked by me fusing my hyper-adaptive cells with his body through deep physical contact—like piercing a hole with my finger.
I know, I know… this sounds like geeky nerd shit, but it is what it is.
The reason I was doing this was simple: I needed to consume the organic matter of humans to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I'd revert back into my monster form soon enough.
Monsters of the two special types required consumption of organic matter—human or similar—either once a month or once a week, depending on the subtype. As for which type Ezakiel was, or what subtype of that type… I had no idea. Hell, maybe he was something else entirely, a separate category never mentioned in the series. That chance was low, but I wasn't about to risk it. For all I knew, he'd been a monster for far longer than I could even guess.
I then removed my finger from his forehead, and the deflated body fell.
I rinsed my finger, then gave a small wave. The body twitched, then slowly began to inflate, returning to its original shape—flesh, bones, blood, all restored.
Don't be mistaken. I hadn't brought him back to life. I don't have that ability. What I created was nothing more than a flesh puppet, given one last task.
"Now, listen carefully," I said. "You'll go to your wife and act normal. Tomorrow, you'll tell her that I've allowed you to use the car for some private, secret… advanced honeymoon trip, because I'm in a good mood. When she agrees, you'll take her to a valley and drive straight off the edge."
The puppet nodded.
"I'll transfer seven million yen into your account tonight," I added, leaning back. "That way, your wife will be easier to convince. Now… let's go back."
The puppet nodded again, started the car, and I left for my mansion.
Some might ask why I need to kill the wife.
Truth is, I don't want to. But I can't take the risk of her ever uncovering this secret. A puppet like Matsuda won't last long anyway, so it's better to erase all loose ends.
Besides, in a way, I'm doing her a favor—allowing her to die alongside her husband, together, as if fate itself had decided it. Husband, wife… and their unborn child.
Matsuda had told me his wife was pregnant. If by chance the child were a girl, then one day she might awaken as a magical girl. Imagine that—my enemy being born out of his bloodline, seeking revenge for the father I killed.
So yes, the child must die too.
I am not cruel. I am rational.