this chapter is kinda dark but considering the main genre of this book (which is yandere) i hope you know what you're getting into.

(y/n), are you online?

yes.

great.

can we meet?

I want to talk about the games with you.

okay.

You stare at the screen of your phone indifferently, looking at the chat message of『Beauty<3』and yours. You recall back how hard it is for you to log back into this game; under the watchful eyes of your brother, you had to swallow the medicines that he gave you. God knows how hard it is to swallow what you considered 'poison' in front of the person who vowed to always be by your side.

This somehow reminds you of a novel where the heroine is the daughter of a general and with the help of her family, she helps one of the princes to acquire the throne only for him to give her a bowl of poison after he got what he wanted. That heroine drinks the poison because she had lost all hope, you thought, but if it were me, I would have force-fed the poison in my mouth into his, even if it means dying together. At least, dying together is better than dying alone.

"..."

Should I just burn the manor down?

You snicker, clicking on the link given to you by the female player. You blankly stare at the clubroom once you arrive. Not much changes but you can see that someone had bought additional things in here, causing the room to become crowded. Your eyes then catch『Beauty<3』waving to you so you immediately go there.

You sit on the couch, not surprised to see her group of friends had started to become smaller. There is only her and the girl with the username『Lovey』.

"I was surprised to see you online at this time," Beau starts the conversation. "That's why I invited you here, so that we can have girl's night together."

You mean, a night for a bunch of insomniacs? You just smile, though it would be a lie to say you aren't nervous. After all, it's been too long since you have had what people would call "girl's night." Even if it means doing it with a bunch of strangers, you don't care, you just want to avoid remembering your miserable life in reality.

So when they handed you a glass of alcoholic beverage, you didn't refuse, gulping it down in one shot. It tastes like plain water since you didn't turn on your sensory setting, and you wonder whether you should turn it on or not. You are afraid that you would miss the taste of alcohol and then secretly drink it in reality.

"So how's your recent conquest?"『Lovey』asks.

"You mean MuYang?"『Beauty<3』takes a sip of her drink. "I stop before we could even date."

"Whaー? but you spend so much tiー!"

"Let's just say that his yandere side isn't my type."

You ignore their conversation, still wondering whether you should turn on your sensory setting or not.

"ーabout you, (Y/n)?"

"Huh?" you raise your head to look at the one who's talking to you. It was Lovey.

"What kind of yandere do you like the most?"

You don't need to think twice to answer that, "Hayun."

Beau stares at you helplessly. "That's not the kind of answer I was expecting."

"You really do love Hayun, huh?" Lovey rests her cheek against the back of her palm. "But I can understand. I also love Lené, and up to this day, she's my only love interest in this game."

"... Are you guys trying to make me feel guilty for building a harem?" Beauty sighs.

Lovey laughs. "Alright, I will change the question; how did you end up knowing what a yandere is?"

You are hesitant to answer.

Seeing that, Beau ends up answering in your stead. "It was when I was, seven? eight? I guess? I couldn't remember much but there was this drama I watched on TV about an illegitimate daughter who was forced to marry someone else despite having a lover. Fortunately, the one she married was kind, handsome, and rich but the lover was angry, not at the girl, but at her family who forced her to marry someone else, so he started a business, become rich, hooks up with the legitimate daughter of the heroine's family, and got his revenge on them."

You listen, intrigued. "What about the heroine?"

"She ended up killing that psycho, because after taking his revenge on her parents along with her step-sister, that psycho harmed her husband, causing him to become crippled, and then threatened the heroine with her children so that she would run away with him," Beau smiles. "At the part where the heroine saw her ex-lover lying on her bed with her children, and how soft his expression is as he cuddled them, I justー my heart started to beat faster and that's how I became like this."

Lovey nods as if she understood how that feels.

"Right? Whenever I read books that have a yandere moment in them, I just had to stop from how fast my heart was beating, it got to the point I don't even know if it's fear or excitement anymore," she grins. "As for me, my first time knowing what a yandere is when I was watching Amnesia and meeting Toma. He's like, a classic in the yandere community."

They then turn to you, as if expecting you to tell your side of the story.

"Uh," you take a sip of your drink. "I encounter my first yandere when I was playing my first virtual game."

You fidget, frowning at the memory.

"In that game, I had a love interest that I liked, and so I pursued him, but one of that game genres is reverse-harem so naturally, that one love interest I captured wanted me to, you know, met his friends and even gave me permission to date them since they told him that they liked me," the grip you had around your glass tightens. "I ended up relenting, because I don't want to make my loved one feel bad, but I never really treat his friends as if they are my love interests, so I guess, that's why I ended up getting the bad end."

"What happened?" Lovey tilts her head.

"One of his friends became crazily jealous from the lack of attention and turned crazy," you snicker. "He killed all of his friends, and as for the one that I loved. He drugged him and paid others to torture and rape him."

Perhaps Beau realizes that it is a sensitive topic for you, because she touches your quivering hand. You glance at her and smile to reassure her, but your smile turns rather awkward. Your mind can't help but wander back to that scene.

The instruments of torture lay on the floor. The room is dark and dim, but your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness. You grit your teeth as you struggle to escape from his embrace. That madman chuckled against your ears, watching your reaction with a smile as he sniffed your hair. It was downright creepy to the point of giving you goosebumps. You wanted to leave. You wanted to log out, but not when your beloved, your most precious, the apple of your eyes, your Hayun is in front of you in that pitiful state.

Was your Hayun dead? You don't know. You couldn't see if he was breathing or not, all you can see is his naked body, wearing only his blood, scars, and new wounds. His hair was matted together with filth. His body laid motionlessly on the bed as the people there played around with him. Their moans and groans filled your ears and the intense feeling of wanting to stab your ears to the point of going deaf grew stronger.

"How filthy," that man whispered in your ear. "Do you see that, Wife? Do you see how dirty your Hayun is?"

You tried to elbow him, step on him, bite the arms that hold you but all your efforts are futile. You can only watch your Hayun be defiled helplessly. Tears brimming in your eyes, for the first time knowing how it feels to truly be useless.

"He thought of you as his friend," you sobbed. "Why?"

"I thought of him as my friend too," he sighed. "But who told him to act so arrogant just because you favor him more? He told me that I can share you with him, but clearly, with how much you spent your time with him, he must have been making fun of me."

"It wasn'tー!"

"Ssh," he kisses your tears away, and you try to jerk away from him only to be slapped.

It doesn't hurt. Players can't feel pain, but your heart sure hurt like crazy. The impact caused you to fall on the floor, and you look up to see the NPCs surrounding Hayun left one by one without a word, and since you were now free from that madman, you naturally crawled to your beloved. You felt his pulse and knew that he is alive, but your happiness is short-lived when that man once again went to Hayun, touching the white thick liquid covering Hayun's naked body before bringing his cum-stained fingers to Hayun's lips, forcing it to go down his throat.

You were about to punch him when you heard Hayun groaned. You instinctively glanced at him to see Hayun eagerly licking that man's fingers, and looking at those cloudy eyes and flushed cheeks, you knew right away that this bastard had drugged your Hayun.

"Look," that madman dared to laugh. "Look at how much Hayun likes this. I didn't force him. It was all consensual. He is a natural slut."

You watch with blood boiling in rage as he opened up Hayun's legs in front of you, to give you a better view of how much of a whore your Hayun is.

"Ah, ah, look at how much cum dripping out of him," he laughed as if this was amusing. "Still want him? Do you still want him, Wife?"

It was at this point you can somewhat understand how your father felt towards youーtowards the daughter that had caused his beloved wife to die. Maybe this is how your father felt. Just looking at this man's face, hearing his laughter, listening to his filthy words of love directed towards you, made you want to kill him. Wanted to watch him suffer. Wanted to see him ruined.

You smiled mockingly, tears rolling down your cheeks as you glared at him.

"I will never not want him."

『Lovey』: if the game affected you that much. shouldn't you make a complaint to the company?

reader: i'm not sensitive. i know what i'm getting into when i played that game. i know from the start that it wasn't fully a story of sweetness and vanilla. there's even a warning that the game is a horror and a thriller, and i'm no stranger to those genres, but i guess, watching the character that i adored in such a state, really traumatize me.

reader: besides... that game is released under my brother's company (￢_￢)

QUESTIONS FOR THE READERS;

WHAT KIND OF YANDERE IS YOUR TYPE? (FICTIONALLY OF COURSE)

HOW DID YOU COME TO KNOW THE WORDS YANDERE?