Heroines, Villainesses, and the Hero's Yandere Harem? I want them all!
Chapter 37: Bitter sweet

Chapter 37: Bitter sweet

"Open up~"

Her voice was sweet. Too sweet.

I felt wary.

I looked at her — this girl I’d never seen before.

Not in this world. Not from even from what I know of this world

Who the hell was she?

But... she was beautiful.

No, gorgeous — if that somehow meant something more intense.

And the worst part? My heart was beating like a damn drum the moment she smiled at me.

Bitch.

They’re all the same.

STOP SMILING AT ME.

"This is illegal," I said flatly, resisting the urge to shove the spoon away. "You are literally keeping me captive against my will. Let me go."

I wasn’t even angry anymore. I’d passed that stage weeks ago. Now I was in the "numb and sarcastic" phase of losing my mind.

I’d tried everything — silence, insults— and she remained completely unfazed. Like a ghost passing through curtains. My words held zero weight on her.

She smiled. Again.

"No, it’s not illegal," she said sweetly, tilting her head. "Not when you’re handicapped. You can’t care for yourself. You need me to take care of you. Now... open up."

That smile again.

I hated it.

"STOP SMILING LIKE A GODDAMN IDIOT!" I snapped. "It looks hideous."

I was hoping she’d flip. Break character. Go full psycho and maybe bash my head in.

Because, yeah — apparently calling a girl ugly is supposed to be the nuke option.

But instead?

She smiled even more.

Radiated it, even.

...Oh no.

Wait a damn second.

I hadn’t considered this properly.

What if... she is actually a psycho?

"...Fuck."

"Oh~ Someone has a crush~" she purred.

I sighed, took a breath to calm myself. "What’s your name?"

"Fine. Since you’re so

desperate to know..." she teased, lifting the spoon again, "But first — open up."

"Then screw your name," I muttered, locking my lips shut.

She just stared at me.

Longer than was comfortable.

I started to feel... cold.

Maybe I should just eat it.

I still haven’t confirmed whether weather she’s a psyco.

She sighed, set the spoon down, and asked softly, "So what do you want to eat?"

I gave her a look.

Was she deaf?

"I told you already," I said. "I won’t live long. One way or another, I’m dead. Either the monsters get me, or you run out of food, or I finally figure out a way to off myself. So why not save the rations and just kill me now—"

BAM!

My words cut short by the sudden, thunderous impact of her fist slamming into the wall, just over my shoulder.

The wooden bed frame I was leaning on groaned, splintered. Her hand went right through it like it was paper.

What the fuck?

"You see..." she said, voice low, dangerous. "I hate losing control. Because when I do, I end up doing things even crazy people wouldn’t do."

Her smile was gone.

Her eyes?

Dead.

"Say you want to die again, and I swear I’ll make you feel something so horrific you’ll beg to be chopped up alive instead."

I gulped.

Okay.

Yeah.

Definitely a psycho.

"I... I don’t even know who you are," I muttered, looking away. "Why won’t you just leave me the hell alone?"

She paused.

"...Have you ever hated something so much, you’d give your life just to see it dead?" she asked quietly.

My eyes narrowed. Turned cold.

Was that even a question?

Hell, I hated so many people, I wouldn’t even know who to put at the top of that list.

Maybe the goddess.

She’s probably the most powerful of them all — and the one most responsible for this hellhole.

"...Why do you ask?"

She smiled again, but this time, it didn’t reach her eyes. "Because I had something like that. I hated it so much I went insane. But I couldn’t kill it. I had to see it, over and over again. Day after day. Every godforsaken day."

"You could’ve just run," I said, rolling my eyes.

At least she had legs to run.

I was stuck.

Confined. Helpless.

Doomed to rot in this bed.

That’s why this... this situation? It’s never going to work.

I’d rather die.

She gave a humorless laugh. "Funny you say that. I could have run. If I really tried, I might’ve made it. But..."

She trailed off.

"But what?" I asked.

"...Let’s just say my emotions got too complicated. They started fighting each other. Drove me mad."

"And?"

"I’ll tell you," she said softly. "But only if you open up. Don’t you want to know what happened to me? To the broken girl standing in front of you?"

She said it so casually.

Wait.

She’s really said it twice now — that she went mad.

Shit.

I am not safe here.

"...Fine," I muttered.

Because let’s be honest — I didn’t want to get choked out. I may want to die, but I’d prefer it painless.

Thanks for the trauma, Natasha.

"Good," she said sweetly.

There it was again.

That smile.

I hated that smile.

"Now chew," she said, bringing the spoon up.

I did.

It wasn’t bad.

Actually... it was kind of nice.

"I’ve never seen you eat," I said, after swallowing. "Is there a communal area or something? Where’s everyone else? Am I the only patient in this weird camp?"

"Easy there," she said. "I eat outside. I like being alone. As for the other patients... they’re all in the main camp. There wasn’t any space left, so I brought you here with me."

Hmm.

Something about that didn’t feel right.

"Eat," I said.

She blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Eat."

"I’m full."

That damn smile again.

"If you won’t eat, I won’t either," I said. "How do I know you didn’t poison it?"

It was a random excuse.

But really?

I just wanted her to eat.

Why?

Why do I care?

I know she’s feeding me her share. I remember hearing her talk about it that day.

I shouldn’t give a damn.

But I do.

I hate myself for it.

Why do I never learn?

"Why would I—"

"If you’re not eating, forget about getting me to," I said, closing my eyes.

She laughed.

First a giggle.

Then a full laugh.

"Idiot... You’re such an idiot. Still are. A big one," she said between laughs.

But when I cracked one eye open...

She was crying.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she smiled and laughed like it was all a joke.

Tch.

Psychos.

You can never figure out how their minds work.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. I’m sleeping," I muttered, shutting my eyes again.

"Wait... Sorry," she said gently. "Here. I’ll go first."

I opened my eyes to find her smiling again.

Ugh.

That damn smile.

Why does it mess with me so much?

She took a bite. "Hm." Then scooped another spoonful and held it out. "Your turn."

I sighed.

And opened up.

I ate.

Then she ate.

I ate again.

And somehow... the back and forth became a rhythm.

Peaceful. Weirdly normal.

"Heh," she grinned.

"What now?" I asked.

"So that’s what you were after?" she teased. "An indirect kiss?"

I sighed, closing my eyes again.

"Fuck me for being concerned."